Catherine Wagner. Hotel Faust. West House Books & Gratton Street Irregulars. 2001.

This is one of the best collections of Catherine’s work I’ve encountered. I especially like her “white man” poems:

You have to feel sorry for them
You have to feel sorry for them

But I am, I am one.
They don’t know that.
They let me drive their car.
If I was President,
NONSTOP LICKY
I’m afraid I can’t think without licky
White man wrote almost every book in that shelf
Sone nice guys
I sit with them, make healthy sonnet-juice
What are Jews are they all the way white?
The Jews spring to mind

David Rees. The London. West House books & Gratton Street Irregulars. 1997.

A poetic whirl around London with a great blurb by Roy Fisher on the back, and a signed copy too!

Here’s Grub Street:

A themed ride to make each joint leak pale
and bloodless, up the roller-ramp by sky
and cut-and-cover and full 200 to clinch the sale
of the business of the semi-permanent lie.

Philip Davenport. About Everything. Manchester: Apple Pie Editions, 2009. For more information contact philipjohndavenport[at]hotmail.com.

A beautifully produced hard-bound book of found and treated texts from the local newspapers. Each poem features a chasm in the text spanned by an increasing number of noughts. On facing pages color snapshots are montaged to create a similar feeling of disjunction. A stunning book.

Tony Trehy. Untitled, but the cover sports a circle. Hard-bound and printed in a limited edition printed for Safin, Langavegi 37, 101 Rykavik, Iceland, in 2007.

Beautifully designed. Three lines of text printed on a series of fold-out pages so that each line can be read continuously or as one of four lines framed on the page. Contiguity or linearity, take your pick, but it makes for a fascinating, recombinative read.