Stalker - Hamilton, Lucy

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Résumé :
The insidious peril that haunts these pages appears in various guises against a backdrop of France, Germany, Greece, the USA and the UK. Stalker is a collection of prose poems in which the narrator attempts to make sense of everyday experience, turning to Rilke, Van Gogh, Steinbeck and others in her quest for understanding. Here is a mind engaged yet disengaged, exploring 'that line between the visible and the invisible', steeped in art and literature, empathetic to those characters on the edge-the unsettled soul, both fictional ('Who is the cloaked woman pacing the platform near the engine, trembling and distraught?') and real (the clochard 'like a winter lizard clinging to the grille over the metro vent'). Here is a fraught and fragile sensibility heightened by fear...

Biographie:
Lucy Hamilton was born in Sheringham, Norfolk, the youngest of six children (including the four and a half minutes between her twin sister and herself). Her mother was born in Paris and grew up in Toulouse (of Catholic and Jewish heritage) and her father grew up in Liverpool. She left school at seventeen and lived in Paris for two years before returning to continue her education. She worked as a teacher in many parts of the UK before getting married and settling in Cambridge where she was Head of Year at a local comprehensive and, for a time, simultaneously Acting Head of the Languages Faculty. She later worked with international students at an independent school in Kent. In 2010 she moved back to Cambridge where she now works as a freelance tutor.Her poems and translations have appeared in many journals including Modern Poetry in Translation, The Rialto, Shearsman and Poetry Wales. Her first collection, Stalker, was shortlisted for the Forward Prizes' Felix Dennis Award for Best First Collection in 2012. Lucy co-edits Long Poem Magazine....

Sommaire:
a self explored-and exposed-through a disjunctured narrative, language and content perfectly suited to the twists and turns of the prose poem. Here is a self in constant transit, the evocation of place as intense and striking as the mind's internal machinations. -Linda Black...