The Balls of Alban intergenre

The Balls of Alban intergenreCarl Gent St. Alban and I were playing strip poker but neither of us had any cards. We both sat there, balls out. Me, because I was losing. Him, well he just turned up like that Gripping and singularly anachronistic, The Balls of Alban continues Carl Gents ludic project to rehistoricise and refictionalise the sidelined figure of Cynethryth, eighth century Queen of Mercia. Part riotous short story, part historical survey, Gents work is a subversive

je eigen sterfelijkheid

as the Herald Tribune wrote

their desire for self-determination

It’s an act of generous communication to allow a poem to speak a reader like this: to show them that the most primordial aspects of their cognition are shared and understood

Alles kon een gedicht worden

a sister’s death

a reflection that haunts this intense and powerful new book

The Courier

Met mededogen voor al wat leeft hertekent ze de wereldkaart

Prynne as “breathtakingly lovely

William Faulkner

these poems are compressed