his is the voice of someone who is both at home and not at home in the world. Sam Duckor-Jones's wonderfully fresh, funny, dishevelled poems are alive with art-making and fuelled by a hunger for intimacy. Giant men made of clay lurk in the salon, the lawns of poets overgrow, petrolheads hoon along the beach, and one bird says `wow-okay, wow-okay, wow-okay'. `Gorgeous and contrary.' -Jenny Bornholdt `If attention is an act of love, then this is a collection that attends to art and life in such a way as to collapse any distinction between the two.' -Chris Price