A splenetic, formally restless collection of new poems from Australian poet Toby Fitch.

It takes Baudelaire’s melancholy disgust and drags it through contemporary Sydney: plague walks, climate collapse, corporate rot, parenthood, screens, dogs, clouds, bad weather, worse politics. The poems move between lyric, satire, dream, translation, visual experiment, rant and urban psychogeography, building a portrait of a city glittering while quietly going septic.

Fitch writes with a sharp, elastic intelligence, turning public doom into strange private music. This is poetry for readers who like their Australian writing wired, civic, ecological, funny, and mildly poisoned by the knowledge that the future has been delayed due to administrative incompetence.

First edition paperback, Giramondo, 2021. Very good used condition, with light shelf wear only. Clean pages and firm binding.