Nick Potamitis

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Biographical note:  Nick Potamitis was born in 1975 and grew up in North London. His poetry was short- listed for an Eric Gregory Award in 2004 and has appeared online and in small press magazines and anthologies.

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EAN13:  9781844717903
ISBN:  9781844717903
Author:  Nick Potamitis
Title:  The Book of Night Terrors
Series:  Salt Modern Poets
Product class:  BC
Language:  eng
Audience:  General/trade
BIC subject category:  DCF
Publisher:  Salt Publishing
Pub date:  20-Nov-10
Extent:  80pp
Height:  198 mm
Width:  129 mm
Thickness:  6 mm
Weight:  120 gms
Supplier:   Gardners Books
Supplier:   Ingram Book Group
Supplier:   Inbooks (James Bennett)
Availability:  IP
Price:  GBP 9.99
Price:  USD 15.95
Rights:  World

Short description/annotation:  Part family romance, part archive of lost film, part experimental joke-book, this collection brings together for the first time Nick Potamitis’ three semi-autobiographical serial poems, written between 2004 and 2009. First published in pamphlet form and small press magazines, these playful, painful sequences explore the interweaving legacies of personal and cultural history, the two forever running at different speeds on the same projector.

Main description:  Part family romance, part archive of lost film, part experimental joke-book, this collection brings together for the first time Nick Potamitis’ three semi-autobiographical serial poems, written between 2004 and 2009. First published in pamphlet form and small press magazines, these playful, painful sequences explore the interweaving legacies of personal and cultural history, the two forever running at different speeds on the same projector.

Table of contents:
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Nine Coffins
A Book of Night Terrors

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ONE

old age

amassing books in expectation
of snow you begin
slowly to take on a patchy
purple colour suggestive of
bomb damage — a blockage
— something not
right in the bones of it

the snow bides & back’d up
by timidity or pride you realign
each volume of patristic
table-talk a batter’d but liveable
shelter for your costive
imagination

nothing shifts beyond
the charr’d blast pattern —
antique shrapnel wounds
— wolves snide & watchful
stalk your reading
& you go slower still
from purple to rust

all else bleakly
stalls

Unpublished endorsement:  A poetry for those who delight in linguistic fireworks, dizzy-making holes in the path. Mastery of the recherché word. You don’t believe they exist but they do, they’re history. Keep your Google by your side and you’ll be all right.

Peter Riley

Unpublished endorsement:  Full of surprising jags, like a boxful of polystyrene chips packed out with bone china for maximum transit damage.

Chris Goode