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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The 41 poems in Bumper Cars do not spare the reader, as a mother might spare a child. They spare the reader the possibility of not experiencing the lives, love, opportunity, disappointment, war and peace that they describe. Athol Williams peels the skin off South Africa and walks us up and around its body, commenting on each protuberance and explaining or questioning its function. An energy pervades this book, a raw, shocking energy. In an age when intellectual robots are in danger of taking over the world of poetry, here’s something hauntingly different, something savage and visceral and human, a cry we cannot ignore.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The 41 poems in Bumper Cars do not spare the reader, as a mother might spare a child. They spare the reader the possibility of not experiencing the lives, love, opportunity, disappointment, war and peace that they describe. Athol Williams peels the skin off South Africa and walks us up and around its body, commenting on each protuberance and explaining or questioning its function. An energy pervades this book, a raw, shocking energy. In an age when intellectual robots are in danger of taking over the world of poetry, here’s something hauntingly different, something savage and visceral and human, a cry we cannot ignore.