I love the format of this London Magazine edition of poems by Brian Jones. The book feels mid way between a pamphlet and a chapbook but at 56 pages plus end matter it’s a book in a neat compact space.
It’s more than a pretty package. Take for instance these lines from “Death of a Cat”
Insisted to the last on standing
And walking with frail dignity to its water
In its usual place in the kitchen, disdaining
The saucer we had thoughtfully set near it.
Rings true for any one who has had to witness the slow decline of a pet cat. Also rings true for any one attuned to the many stories of felines and their independent nature.
Jones’s line breaks recall the unsteady cat — the verses almost topple over. An impression aided in part by the long vertical format.
And so for day 1809