Normally weird and weirdly normal

Rocksong' is a shamelessly baroque ride through the all nadirs and summits of the contemporary queer. It's a decadent book, where decadence isn't a cipher for self-indulgence, but a fierce and fugitive resistance. As Audre Lorde writes 'We survived and survival breeds desire for more self'. Or, in the glowing neon precincts of 'Rocksong', more selves, plural. These poems flirt and confront in turns, they seduce and attack, they are tender and grotesque.