But tonight I am super-charged, alive, looking into the eyes of / men . . .
In this intimate and vital debut, Richard Scott looks into the places not everyone sees or chooses to see. Against the backdrop of London’s Soho, he creates an uncompromising portrait of love and shame, questioning our sense of the permissible and the perverse. Scott takes us back to our roots: childhood incidents, the violence our scars betray, forgotten forebears and histories. The hungers of sexual encounters are underscored by the risks that threaten when we give ourselves to or accept another. But the poems celebrate joy and tenderness, too, as in a sequence re-imagining the love poetry of Verlaine.
The collection crescendos to the title-poem, ‘Soho!’, where a night stroll under the street lamps becomes a search for ‘true lineage’, a reclamation of stolen ancestors, hope for healing, and, above all, the finding of our truest selves.