Ivan de Monbrison

The thirteenth chapbook from back room poetry.

This Other Self, who the hell is he, actually, my friends… ? 

Maybe another oneself walking, nameless, next to each of us night and day, eating, dreaming, loving with us,  despite us, and yet still invisible to all eyes. 

Part child maybe part demon too… a walking contradiction. 

Indeed… 

This Other Self did write those poems, we’re indulged to think, not Ivan, not him, never in the world. 

As Ivan has been dead for quite a while now, but nobody knows it. So this “other one” took on to himself to carry out the task to write Ivan’s obituary, and send it out to the world. 

And of course to call it by his very own name, that is, and Freud would have agreed upon that probably, The Other Self… 

Isn’t that marvellous?

Here is a taster poem from the chapbook to arouse your poetry appetite:

our dreams merge into one another    and within the nether   
    night made by holes    
        simulacrum of death    
              has destroyed my thinking...

BR13: 2 June 2023. Poetry chapbook. 28 pages.

The other self

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