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Bloodaxe Books Ltd Paperback English

I Think We’re Alone Now

By Abigail Parry

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I Think We’re Alone Now

By Abigail Parry

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  • I Think We’re Alone Now is a bold and far-ranging second collection from a fresh and original new voice in British poetry. This was supposed to be a book about intimacy: what it might look like in solitude, in partnership, and in terms of collective responsibility. Instead, the poems are preoccupied with pop music, etymology, surveillance equipment and cervical examination, church architecture and beetles. Just about anything, in fact, except what intimacy is or looks like. So this is a book that runs on failure, and also a book about failures: of language to do what we want, of connection to be meaningful or mutual, and of the analytic approach to say anything useful about what we are to one another. Here are abrupt estrangements and errors of translation, frustrations and ellipses, failed investigations. And beetles. Abigail Parry's first collection, Jinx (Bloodaxe Books, 2018), was shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best First Collection 2018 and the Seamus Heaney Centre First Collection Poetry Prize 2019. I Think We're Alone Now was shortlisted for the 2023 T.S. Eliot Prize and for the English-language Poetry Award (Wales Book of the Year Award 2024).
I Think We’re Alone Now is a bold and far-ranging second collection from a fresh and original new voice in British poetry. This was supposed to be a book about intimacy: what it might look like in solitude, in partnership, and in terms of collective responsibility. Instead, the poems are preoccupied with pop music, etymology, surveillance equipment and cervical examination, church architecture and beetles. Just about anything, in fact, except what intimacy is or looks like. So this is a book that runs on failure, and also a book about failures: of language to do what we want, of connection to be meaningful or mutual, and of the analytic approach to say anything useful about what we are to one another. Here are abrupt estrangements and errors of translation, frustrations and ellipses, failed investigations. And beetles. Abigail Parry's first collection, Jinx (Bloodaxe Books, 2018), was shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best First Collection 2018 and the Seamus Heaney Centre First Collection Poetry Prize 2019. I Think We're Alone Now was shortlisted for the 2023 T.S. Eliot Prize and for the English-language Poetry Award (Wales Book of the Year Award 2024).