Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Spinning Cities, by Kimberly Campanello

In Kimberly Campanello's chapbook Spinning Cities (Wurm Press, 2011) shit is the first but not the last word. Its smell wafts through the twelve dystopian poems, which crawl with impurities, decay, cunt, deformity, rape. Animal parts and bodily functions.

These poems take aim - but never cheaply. Restless but clearly thought out and well stitched together, they make it their business to illuminate recesses of the now, in the process establishing unexpected connections. They force the reader's eyes to stay open. And they retain a wide scope, with varying line length and geography that reflect the poet's pool of raw material.

How credible is my endorsement of the work of another Wurm Press poet? Of course I'll support it! But I do so only because Spinning Cities hits the spot consistently. And it works as a unit. Razor-sharp, exhilarating, and revelling in the power of words and their interaction to grapple with things as they are, to shake up and to unsettle, this is compelling and - crucially - necessary poetry.

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