A tenderly devastating look at our cows and ourselves by a remarkable new poet.
About the Author
Rebecca Hawkes grew up on a sheep and beef farm near Methven and now maintains a tenuous work/work balance in Wellington city. With poems widely published in Aotearoa journals, Rebecca’s debut chapbook Softcore coldsores was published in AUP New Poets 5 for the reignition of the series in 2019. Meat Lovers is her first full-length collection.
Praise for Meat Lovers
‘Rebecca Hawkes is the unmatched empress of viscera. Thrillingly perverse, utterly compelling – you eat these poems like overripe peaches, or like your own tongue.’ —Freya Daly Sadgrove
‘This collection presents a strong, distinctive, and, in some places, a startling and disturbing voice. Hawkes uses the everyday of supermarkets and butchers’ shops, farms and suburban streets. But there is often an unsettling sense of nightmare and gothic, and that unsettlement comes from an interrogation of the practices that we unthinkingly accept as normal, but are here imbued with a sense of menace.’ —Jane Stafford
‘Clearly, rubber gloves are one of the images Hawkes owns by right of obsession, but they will do nothing to protect you from the clinging smell of these poems, an irreverent blend of cow shit and red meat and mangroves and pomegranate and raw talent.’ —Joan Fleming on Rebecca Hawkes in AUP New Poets 5