Priced Out, Conor ClearyThe predominant colour is mustardy yellow, a wallpaper-style background of flowers (I think). The title is centred in large hand-drawn-type black caps. Below it in tiny lower case regular font is 'Poems by Conor Cleary'.

The Emma Press, 2019   £6.50

Luxury and Legacy

These are quietly angry poems. They seethe at the legacy of western materialism and late capitalism.

In ‘piña’, the poet uses the pineapple, with its historical associations of luxury, to expose the shallowness of a particular kind of rich lifestyle:

you’ll find yourself as centrepiece
unsliced uneaten recycled for dinner parties
until you begin rotting from the core

Although there’s no punctuation, precision lends force. That neat tricolon of ‘unsliced uneaten recycled’ highlights the selfishness and hollowness of using food only for grand display.

Later on, in the title sequence, Cleary’s excoriations feel more explicit, personal, and complex. Nostalgia for certain aspects of capitalism lurks behind his critique of the ‘fat promise’ of the nineties and the ‘cities you’ve been priced out of’:

in a half-hearted sort of way you want to return
to those analogue days when tvs fuzzed with static
and information was a thing that took fewer liberties

I was born in the late 80s. I vividly remember the tactile delights of VHS and cassette technology. Objects had a realness about them which — in our increasingly digital world — today they simply don’t.

Priced Out acknowledges the psychological complications of a legacy of luxury. Ultimately, it’s a pamphlet that questions the inequalities and false appearances of our time.

Nell Prince