#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksTours / #Excerpt : I Can See The Lights – Russ Litten @RussLitten @Wildpressed

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I can see lights

Today I’m on the ‘I Can See The Lights’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

russ-picRuss Litten is the author of the novels Scream If You Want To Go FasterSwear DownKingdom and the short story collection We Know What We Are.
As one half of the electronic storytelling duo Cobby and Litten, he has released three spoken word/electronica albums My People Come From The SeaBoothferry and Pound Shop Communism.
He has written for TV, radio and film and has worked as a writer in residence at various prisons and youth offender units. I Can See The Lights is his first poetry collection. 

Synopsis :

I Can See the Lights front (1)The prose poems in I Can See The Lights are earthy and raw, but also incredibly sensitive. It’s pretty much guaranteed that more than one of them will bring you to tears. Characters are vividly brought to life, and stark but warm environments evoked in a down to earth, yet almost painterly manner by Russ Litten’s uncompromising voice.
Tales of home, of un-belonging, of strife at sea – of a northern city’s beating heart. Told in a mesmeric, stripped-down tone, this collection is a work of genius.

Excerpt :

I CAN SEE THE LIGHTS

Let’s get you home Dad, let’s get you off,
it’s late and you’re pissed, the time bell’s been rung
and you’ve already missed Match Of The Day
and the last bus home,
we’ll have to brave the late night streets
and you’re not walking on your own,
stepping and swaying and avoiding the wars
spilling out of the alehouse doors,
these young bucks, they can’t hold their drink
they can barely tie their own laces, the places
I’ve been, the things I’ve seen, sailed three times round
the world before they’d even got out their high chairs
alright, alright, calm down mister,
no need to get the dukes up,
no need to rant and curse
you don’t have to take on the universe,
there’s a full fat moon hanging up there,
let me take your arm and guide you past the take-aways,
under the orange sodium glow, let’s talk about City,
the lads in amber and black, let’s walk a staggered tango
quick quick slow,
three steps sideways
two steps back,
ignore the youth with their swagger and slurs, the streets
are full of beasts and their portable feasts, let’s talk about
your glorious past; Jackie Smith and that scrob
in Kevin Ballroom, 1957, you took him down hard and fast,
quick square blow to the solar plexus,
never spilled a drop, different breed back then,
yeah Dad I know, I know,
a square go boxed off,
ten kits of cat on the quayside,
bobbers clogs striking sparks from the cobbles
but the dock has run dry now
the dock has run dry
… and them cowards on the telly, dressed up like tarts
I’d go over there and fight em meself, if I still had me health
half a dozen kids from Gillet street
would sort them bastards out,
what a shame about them bains, if I still had me health,
If I still had me health, I’d gladly pull the lever meself,
World’s gone mad son, world’s gone mad
and him off the news,
he never alters,
and my head has detached and it’s a child’s balloon floating over the rooftops,
bumping up against
the full fat moon…
A&E will be packed to the rafters tonight
they’ll be slotting em in sideways that’s half the problem
none of these bastards can fight
yeah alright
alright yeah yeah yeah alright alright …
Let’s get you home Dad, let’s steer by the stars,
Neptune will guide us past the iron clad shops
and shut down bars, the bus-stop snogs,
tonight’s Sports Mail, City drew away at Port Vale,
the top deck of the sixty-six,
I could walk for hours and days and months
when the memories come fast and thick,
like our house at Christmas,
festooned with lights and glitter,
you said it was just for the bains
but you can’t kid a kidder
and it’s almost like you’re with me
walking home from pub
never take off your coat and tie when the fists start to fly,
the coppers always slap the cuffs on the man without a jacket,
the police always come too bastard late to stop it …
… keep walking Dad, home is in sight,
I can see the lights,
I can see the lights,
I can see the lights.

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#CoverReveal #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup : I Can See The Lights – Russ Litten @RussLitten @Wildpressed

– ‘The Magic of Wor(l)ds’ blog is a hobby, reviews and other bookish stuff on this site are done for free. –

Today I’m super pleased to be on the blogtour, organised by Love Books Group Tour, to reveal the cover of

I Can See The Lights
by
Russ Litten

But first some information

About the Author :

russ-picRuss Litten is the author of the novels Scream If You Want To Go FasterSwear DownKingdom and the short story collection We Know What We Are.
As one half of the electronic storytelling duo Cobby and Litten, he has released three spoken word/electronica albums My People Come From The SeaBoothferry and Pound Shop Communism.
He has written for TV, radio and film and has worked as a writer in residence at various prisons and youth offender units. I Can See The Lights is his first poetry collection. 

Synopsis :

The prose poems in I Can See The Lights are earthy and raw, but also incredibly sensitive. It’s pretty much guaranteed that more than one of them will bring you to tears. Characters are vividly brought to life, and stark but warm environments evoked in a down to earth, yet almost painterly manner by Russ Litten’s uncompromising voice.
Tales of home, of un-belonging, of strife at sea – of a northern city’s beating heart. Told in a mesmeric, stripped-down tone, this collection is a work of genius.

After this great teaser I hope you are still excited for the cover reveals, because this is happening

right now!

I Can See the Lights front (1).jpg

Did this all pique your interest in reading the book? It’s available from today.

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