Doing a bit of industry research one evening I come across this book of poetry, “Dung Beatles Navigate by Starlight”.
I know I can give as good as it gets on the waffle game (and I’m not talking about sweet treats) but this is next level:
The book’s description reads:
“These poems explore the boundary between science and poetry, and juxtapose the lexicon of organic chemistry, in particular, with a botanical discourse which is more conventional in poetry, but which the scientific treatment defamiliarises. Far from being abstruse and heavy, the treatment here lightens the subject with an imaginative playfulness, as in ‘The First Green Human: The Observer Interviews Clorinda’, where Marvell’s pastoral character is turned, through a journalistic register, into a personification of current ecological concerns.“
My reaction?
I’m done. No way can I compete with that level of blurb-ery (#ShouldBeAWord) talent (and I’m not entirely kidding).
In other news, Mumma B says she’s reassured in knowing that her daughter isn’t the only one who can spout waffle. Whoop.
(Link: https://cinnamonpress.com/store/dung-beetles-navigate-by-starlight/)
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