I Think We're Alone Now by Abigail Parry family Ralf Webb turns poetry to

Ralf Webb turns poetry to an examination of the textures of class

Sarah Clarke

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mainly Russian

Started in the basement of a cult complex on the outskirts of Berlin and finished over a year later in a suburban terrace

I Think We're Alone Now by Abigail Parry family Ralf Webb turns poetry toI Think We're Alone Now 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