Praise and Poems
Arun Jeetoo pulls at the throbbing veins of love: how love is chemical, numerical, dirty, fleeting, a strawberry sauce, ‘batteries in a circuit sparking, a trick of the light ’‒ and how love-magic can only last 53 days, then return ear-stained and electric on day 70. Jeetoo has an amazing talent for the textual and tactile, creating word-exhibitions of cigarette ash, disowned eyelashes, sticky skin, shaking hands pouring wine, initials in stale bark, white-blistered lips and stains without names. He pulls at new technologies and old sayings, spotlighting how really we all just want to be loved. With its easy-to-read range of poetry from the risky experimental fling to the traditional rhythm of romance, this will be a book everyone can cling to, cry over and kiss the paper.
— Haley Jenkins, Selcouth Station Press
Love in the age of Google Maps and Alexa, Arun Jeetoo counts the ways: tender, hopeless, hopeful . . .
— Dr Louise Lee, Roehampton University
Since That Night
Since that night, it rains upside down,
dust blankets the Zinfandel shards
and without you here, I drown
in returned Valentine’s Day cards.
Since that night, milk turns algae-green,
ravens gurgle and croak in the yards.
Since that night, the photographs of you and me
have run out of colour, leaving me
pictures of shadows by a blossom tree.
Since that night, the moon hasn’t been the same.
It usually smiles down at me.
Now it says I’m to blame.
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