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Lavinia Singer lives in London. Her poetry explores image-making and materiality, and has appeared in various magazines, journals and anthologies. She works as the poetry editorial assistant at Faber & Faber.
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The work takes her to Amsterdam, LA & Seoul
Or else, it’s work in the studio with the old toilet
bowls stuffed with soil and seedlings, cold light
streaks each morning early, the school playground
crashing up next door A recurrent cat It’s true she
works most days, the routine becoming normality,
just work This, her office, her desk Here’s the most
recent, what she’s been working on for weeks now
– months? – existing before it’s itself, bleeding
paint So, how does it work, then – I mean,
physicalities, substance shift, where daily work
turns to more than just that? The brush pots,
clippings, tinted tea mugs, dead colour worked into
wall creases, packages marked ‘sold’ stacked by
thick catalogues webbed in dust; out of, I’d almost
call it junk, the whole works, it is made – the work