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Eyewear Christmas Poetry Launch Party: Elspeth Smith and Simon Jarvis plus special guest Caleb Klaces

Eyewear is celebrating its first year as an indie poetry publisher on the 5th December with warmth, cheer and merriment at the Oxfam bookshop, Marylebone. For a Christmas treat, Eyewear are launching two brilliant new collections for its fourth and fifth titles.

Dangerous Cakes is Elspeth Smith’s remarkable debut; a quirky, dark and kitsch collection of poems. Smith’s sly poems limit themselves with obsessive tropes – shoes, wine glasses, balloons, tea, cake, dancing – and then open them up, somehow, into vast, mysterious places, with a question or apercu. She is a fascinating woman, born in Ceylon in 1928 to British parents, spending her childhood on a tea plantation.

Eighteen Poems is by one of the UK's most respected avant-garde poet-critics, Simon Jarvis. His writing intriguingly reaches out to the Wordsworthian tradition, being a mixture of the lyrical, romantic and post-modern. Jarvis is the Gorley Putt Professor of Poetry and Poetics at Cambridge.

You will have the opportunity to hear both poets read from their work, as well as our special guest Caleb Klaces, who won the Melita Hume Poetry Prize this year with his strong and original collection Bottled Air. This is being published by Eyewear in spring 2013.

Please rock up at no charge to the Oxfam bookshop, 91 Marylebone High street, 7-9pm, for a glass of white or red, some ground-breaking poetry and most importantly, some Christmas joy.

About Eyewear:
Eyewear Publishing Ltd. is based in London, England. It was founded in the Diamond Jubilee/Olympic year of 2012. Emphasis is on excellent new work, as well as the rediscovery of out-of-print figures.

Twitter: @EyewearPoetry

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