by Tom Betteridge


Pedicure remains a pleasure, read at any speed or hovered over. Filtered through a fairy feller’s garden of delights, music layers merge as language zooms through thought to focus bracketed by timed description. Pages twitch body pollen mist to drift across purls in wine. All this under a Gulley Jimson foot: on record, grateful.’ tom raworth

Reading Tom Betteridge’s Pedicure, one feels that something is being described – something very specific, in immaculate detail – but that it is a thing that does not yet exist. The poems are musical but not lyrical, seeking and finding a different instrument: something alien like the theremin and nostalgic like the triangle. One hears the influence of Celan and Prynne, among others, but Betteridge’s poems hold their own ground. ‘The light’s glance, / knowing this pleasure to waver / that life either’s stopped or is / stopped, is for you.’

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Hand-stitched; edition of 250


Zerkall 220 gsm  & Canaletto Velino 125gsm