Sit You Waiting
by Kim Clark
Book DescriptionKim Clark believes that before multiple sclerosis began its insidious infiltration, there was no writing in her. That somehow the damaging changes that shut down certain functions in her brain also opened up other unused areas that housed a secret love affair with language and all its possibilities, its delicious sights and sounds and intimations.
The poems in Sit You Waiting are not about disease, but about everyday occurrences that have allowed Clark the luxury of contemplation through compulsory inertia and altered perceptions.
They vary in form and texture while maintaining a musicality, a sense of playfulness within the words that carries you from BC’s beaches to Australia’s Nullarbor Plain, from the neighbourhood pub to the cemetery, from pot roast country to the passport office—places where breakfast/ doesn’t matter/ any more/ than the notion/ of romance.
Light and darkness can be found here. They are woven through the rhythm and rhyme of the erotic lips abandoned, the humourous self-propelled breasts, the thought-provoking murmuration of starlings, and the distressing edge of pale comatose.
Come in. Sit down. Wet your whistle.