Unabashed poetry leaves the reader bashed, battered, operating on bruise control, till the last person standing stanza, in the corollary LOVE & FUCK POEMS by Koraly Dimitriadis.
The sell out success of the original self published zine has led to a deluxe edition by outside the box press, a propagation of the faith that exquisite erotic poetry is commercially viable.
Love lies bleeding, lies bleed love, lust breeds love, bleeds love, frees love, flees love in these lacerating lines. It’s true, Koraly’s verse is volcanic, “spurting her poetry like magma”, a lava flow of ferocious and fearless phonaesthetics, a Vesuvius of molten metre billowing and bellowing into the catastrophic-sphere.
There’s nothing phoney in the euphony or cacophony of these couplings.
“….Emotions wide apart I’m ready/we’ve only just begun/I’m imagining you inside me/radiating pleasure through me.’
Read them out loud and hear her raw, rhyming couplets and rhythmic couplings, pricks that prick, finger licking lexis, lyrical, lingam linguistics and sweating explosive vaginamyte.
Raw, rich, robust and ribald, each stanza an extravaganza of the erotic sheet shambolic, a Shangri-la of shagging, despair at deceit, a pandemonium of pudenda and penis, the hole box and dykes.
Damn fine poetry, dangerously veering verse that collides and runs, a collision of concussion that colludes in evading conclusions.
The poem, YOU, is made up of the couplet:
Australian literature would suffer a great loss/if we stopped seeing each other.’
The same could be said if Dimitriadis stopped engaging we readers so.
In awe of the maw, I couldn’t have adored LOVE & FUCK POEMS more.
LOVE AND FUCK POEMS is retailing at $18.95 in paperback. It is also available in EBook format. The book is out now wherever bad books are sold. For more information visit- www.outsidetheboxpress.com.