and I was writing myself out of a hole I thought that actually was writing myself into a hole I think and Other Poems came as I was writing to a joyful bigger and bigger andbigger inflating when a TN or Star is dying it gets bigger in bigger and that’s how you know it’s nearly expired it comes colossal how much writing was found to be on the right sizesize of what passes through me when my send my voice out what comes back what happens to other people’s voices inside me what kind of sieve I amfrom ‘explanatory notes with no fingers’Away From Me is the highly-anticipated second collection from poet and novelist Caleb Klaces.‘The world,’ wrote Georges Perec, ‘is big.’ The poems here rediscover the familiar intimacies of love, disgust, vulnerability, nurture and nostalgia in the vast spaces, technologies and voices that extend vertiginously beyond the individual self.In Klaces’s imagined landscapes, language is purposefully sieved, processed and contaminated by forces outside the writer's control, creating a work with its own glitchy music and sharp beauty: ‘a joyful bigger’.
