A book of poems about thighs. Yes, thighs.

It’s funny that my
thighs tingle as if
ridden by flies

Pulp Poetry started life as correspondence between Joy and myself sometime in 1995. We could never remember who, what or why we started writing poems about thighs to each other. Some might have even called it bizarre. But the poems proved so popular that (three) other people contributed. These poems formed the basis of the anthology Pulp Poetry featured in Joy’s now legendary art exhibition / happening, Much Ado About Nothing in September 2000.
 The poems and book lay dormant in their somewhat amateurish state until some years later when the creators thought it needed a redesign and reissue. It was finally printed professionally (previously, the only few existing copies were printed on home inkjet printers) in 2011, over fifteen years after we starting sending them, in memory of Joy Bedford. She will be dearly missed by many.

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