The highly-tuned awareness of these poems comes not out of introspection, but attentiveness and also a real affection for the ‘cheerful stabs of flair among the serious junk’ of the world.
Tim Cockburn is a bohemian young rake from Nottingham whose 20-page debut pamphlet Appearances in the Bentinck Hotel combines beauty with brevity. Last time I saw the author he was sat on the doorstep of the Flying Goose Cafe in Beeston with a half-empty bottle of red wine in his hand, after giving a brilliant reading, insisting he didn't care how he got home, he was happy to sleep right there. He may die young in a dramatic fashion, but lets hope he produces a few more books like this one first. I could expand on his profound voice, his spark of genius, but anyone who can write ‘I have been in love once or twice but a weir spits out a drowned dog eventually’ or ‘My tenderness has trodden on a three-pin plug’ is beyond that, really.