Things Can Only Get Worse

by Allan Cameron

A collection of poetry for the era of neoliberal misery and the fog of perpetual war.

In which a miserable old poetaster obsesses on hope, hopelessness, loneliness, aloneness, death, dying, war, wealth, empire, the tragically demented West and many other things no sensible person could possibly believe; yet with pity we publish this pitiful pile of awkward melodies that want to make you sit up but don’t, because we – that is us civilised citizens of mature democracies and advanced economies and all those other lovely names we call ourselves – are thoroughly inured.