Lucy Hurst \'s debut is a startlingly bold and innovative chapbook. " - Abi Palmer, Writer and Activist.
With darkly intimate encounters between patient and doctor; tactile form; and a delicate interplay of vulnerability and power, Hurst offers an invaluable contribution to the long, inconvenient history of the female body in pain.
It lays itself out on the table and forces you to become a spectator to the unbearable strangeness of medical intervention. if you touch a chess piece, you have to move it / pain brings with it a shame & isolation unjustifiable by metaphor / words become reductive / unsatisfactory / watch as the blood drains from your arm, slowly / the body has an appetite for so much more / guzzling, draining away / delicious in muscular intuition / these sufferings don\'t make art: they sit in boxes, like cats, demanding feeding / monitor the skin / confine to regulation / this disgusting display of bodily logic / is not a game of balance / but of skill "There is a surreal frankness to Modern Medicine . blood is drained to keep the body in balance. the mouth opens exposing teeth, and pierces into the patient\'s skin.
Lucy Hurst is a dynamic, essential new voice in poetry.\' - Rebecca Tamás, Lecturer, Poet and Author Extract from Modern Medicine : Leeches the leech feeds by attaching its sucker onto the surface. \'Brutally funny, experimental and fiercely original poetry that digs into chronic illness, disability, and the complicated pains of being alive in a body right now.
Modern Medicine embodies the weirdness and discomfort of bodily suffering.
These poems explore experiences of illness, medicine, and disability, through visceral phrasing and mordant humour.
Lucy Hurst \'s debut is a startlingly bold and innovative chapbook
