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'Barber's special distinction is that she has succeeded in writing a collection which grants as much to the general reader as it does to the devotee of contemporary poetry.' - Kate Keogan, in PN REVIEW on 'How Things Are on Thursday'
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Ros Barber's second book forms a meditation on human loss; it is a more personal and autobiographical collection than her first, described by Neil Rollinson as 'an honest, unflinching and hugely satisfying debut'. Sarah Law described her as 'a 'traditional' contemporary poet along the lines of Larkin' and it is Barber's sure hand with rhyme and meter that gives the hard material of these poems (both personal losses and those experienced through others) their steady focus and makes them so readable. Throughout, the poetry remains strong, thoughtful and refreshing.
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Format:Paperback
Ros Barber's collection is truly magical and her understanding of so many deep emotions is evident. My feelings of isolation have been somewhat alleviated by this collection; someone understands, someone has been there before me.
She uses everyday situations to reveal layers of feelings beneath them. I cannot commend Ros Barber enough.
My favourite poem is Losing It, which conveys everything that is wonderful about this collection:
She's not like the people who lose their dogs
by driving to Wales and opening the door.
She's like the people who lose their phones
in swimming pools, against hard floors,
or into the pockets of handbag thieves,
while the owner was ordering something to eat.
She's not like the people who lose their wives
with a rope, and a hammer, and a carving knife.
She's like the people who lose their way home
with a belly full of vodka on a dark night
two weeks after moving to Poet's Name Road
off something or other. Around here, though.
She's not like the people who lose their lovers
by forgetting dates, and screening calls.
She's like the people who lose a limb,
are haunted by dreams of what it's for
and feel its ache as though it's here,
thick with the usefulness of air.
She's not like the people who lose their shirt
on a worthless nag in the three-fifteen.
She's like the people who lose hope
through a hole in the lining of a favourite coat
though they'd put their name on the think okay,
and were sure they had it yesterday.
She's not like the people who go on a diet.
She's like the people who starve on the quiet.
She uses everyday situations to reveal layers of feelings beneath them. I cannot commend Ros Barber enough.
My favourite poem is Losing It, which conveys everything that is wonderful about this collection:
She's not like the people who lose their dogs
by driving to Wales and opening the door.
She's like the people who lose their phones
in swimming pools, against hard floors,
or into the pockets of handbag thieves,
while the owner was ordering something to eat.
She's not like the people who lose their wives
with a rope, and a hammer, and a carving knife.
She's like the people who lose their way home
with a belly full of vodka on a dark night
two weeks after moving to Poet's Name Road
off something or other. Around here, though.
She's not like the people who lose their lovers
by forgetting dates, and screening calls.
She's like the people who lose a limb,
are haunted by dreams of what it's for
and feel its ache as though it's here,
thick with the usefulness of air.
She's not like the people who lose their shirt
on a worthless nag in the three-fifteen.
She's like the people who lose hope
through a hole in the lining of a favourite coat
though they'd put their name on the think okay,
and were sure they had it yesterday.
She's not like the people who go on a diet.
She's like the people who starve on the quiet.
Format:Paperback
What I love about Ros's poetry is that it is so lyrical and accessible as well as bearing many re-readings. She writes with her heart and that comes across so well. Ros should be on every 'A' level reading list.
Format:Paperback
I sat on my sofa one afternoon and devoured this collection. It soars with emotion. Delightful visions of family members and moments in time that resonate with the past and the present. These poems don't shy away from the difficulties of family life either - the complexities of adult and child relationships, moments of hurt and loss, the power of healing. I laughed and I choked back tears. These poems recognise something in us as fragile human beings. They place us in what we are born into and live with: families. I loved it.
Most Recent Customer Reviews
Demon Barber
One of the best things about Brighton's poetry scene is Ros Barber for whom the adjective feisty was invented. Read more
Published on 23 Oct 2009 by Shedman
a great read
I really enjoyed reading this book of poetry by Ros Barber. They are very warm and honest poems.By chance I left the collection lying around my flat when my parents came to visit. Read more
Published on 1 Jun 2009 by Alison
The Weight of Ink
I have to say that my favourite poets are those whose work is easily accessible, easily understood if you like, but whose work has depths of meaning. Read more
Published on 26 May 2009 by Fly Leaf
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