Poetry is something of a no no for me usually as often it’s so damn obscure you have to be the actual poet to understand what the flipping thing is on about; not this book. Impressive, refreshing, honest and hilarious are just a few ways of describing Sex with Elvis … This is a truly brilliant observant authentic painting with words. An unforgettable word mistress. More please. (The Crack)
Angela Readman’s work is a carefully stitched embroidery of the familiar and the often overlooked or taken for granted- she makes pictures that stay in your mind long after the poem has been read. Sharply observant, dry, savage and wholly authentic. Genuine work from a genuine new voice, a voice that will be heard. (Joolz)
Readman casts her eye over ordinary life with a sharp knife. This is witty, astute poetry of the inventive kind. Sex with Elvis feels important, as all good poetry should … Poetry with an edge. Read it, taste it, it’s bloody wonderful! (Julia Darling)
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How were we supposed to know?
She walked in here like butter wouldn’t melt
on those double D’s, all handbag and a decent ID.
Exploitation? It was her who exploited me;
never saw a fifteen year old with more balls.
A real Lolita, you know the type,
dollar signs in her eyes, anything to be a star.
Now there’s guys who fucked her in all innocence
I feel sorry for, treated like perverts,
never work again. No one asks how they feel.
Yeah, I’ve read the book, well, half.
So you made movies and national news?
Boo-fucking-hoo. She loved it, the attention,
the sex too. In between takes she’d swim naked,
get it on with Sunrise in front of the crew.
Course I know why she lied, she had to.
Shit like that won’t get you on Oprah man.
Only in America dude, in Japan
a girl that age could be married by now.