Scare Stories

“The poems in Scare Stories offer us exactly that: a series of richly populated narratives that show the contemporary moment as a grotesque and fearful nightmare. This is a world of war and refugees, high politics and helicopters, sex and suffering as entertainment. Somewhere at the root of things is money. It’s all delivered in sharp quatrains whose flamboyant rhyming makes it more brutal, not less. It’s a vision, in the Hieronymus Bosch sense, funny and horrifying, but it’s redeemed at last by our futile wishing for redemption. Scare Stories would have had Gottfried Benn cheering wildly, and if that's not a troubling idea I don't know what is.” Tony Williams

“David Clarke conjures up post-apocalyptic visions that are uncomfortably close to our present. All of humanity is played out here, from gamers to generals, the whole bitingly observed. Scare Stories is a frightening mirror, but it’s also compelling and hypnotic, I dare you to look away.” Claire Trévien

Scare Stories is a sequence of poems that is very unusual and very unsettling.

LONGLISTED for Best Poetry Pamphlet in Saboteur Awards 2017.

David Clarke's sequence-length pamphlet Scare Stories is published by V. Press in March 2017. Clarke's pamphlet, Gaud (Flarestack), won the Michael Marks Award in 2013. His first full collection of poetry, Arc, was published by Nine Arches Press in 2016 and was longlisted for the Polari First Book Prize.

A sample from the pamphlet can be found below.

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From Scare Stories...

We buzz our personal shopper in –
            her face glitched on a tiny screen.
            In this, the cocktail hour, we sheen
our gums with bitters and sapphire gin,

recline as the video wall dilates
            with shots of ocean swell, segues
            into copper sundowns. Displayed
across the coffee table, the latest

linens, white, but piped with clay
         or teal, moccasins in ivory
         suede. Our personal shopper’s very
much on the money. We wave her away.

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