Arc

''I am the boy who threw the ball / into summer's empty mouth.' So begins David Clarke's beautifully-crafted debut. His refined and elegantly playful poems mine popular and classical culture with equal aplomb, as poems about Jimmy Stewart and Superman sit alongside an Orpheus who 'wants two Americanos' and an exploration of Plato's ideas on cake. Here is a subtle control of form, a distinctive voice, a lightly-worn erudition and a feeling that we are in very safe hands, as Clarke sings in praise of this 'Dumb old world.' In a time of permanent emergency, there are few better navigators. Just as in 'The Messengers, ' Clarke laments the fact that we do not hear the angels crying, so I want to say Listen. Listen to this.' - Jonathan Edwards

'Lenin sheds reactionary tears in the music hall, Scott Walker starts over with 'only [his] voice and the dark', a narrator finds the promise of a 'whole new country' in a Gay Pride Festival; there are poems about sword swallowing, Jimmy Stewart, assembling a greenhouse, and revolution. Arc is a various, exciting and exhilarating debut collection. David Clarke has a knack for writing lines that take your breath away.' - Cliff Yates

'This is an energetic debut and a thoroughly engaging read. At times explosive in imagery and theme, the tenor of discord, both personal and political, flowers through a skillful sobriety of form and theme. Arccontains poems in which the language of the world is returned to us with a lyric excitement. It's a pleasure to read work as engaged and intelligent as this.' - Rachael Boast