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Inviolate by Sara Park,
ISBN 978-0-9539196-8-0

The Man Has Gone

Single socks rust on the radiators,
Knickers propagate on the floor,
Mugs make sticky hillocks in the kitchen,
And all the good teaspoons are lost.
The man has gone.

Eat toasted cheese under the covers,
Play Radio Jazz in the night,
Dance naked down the banisters,
Soak whole days in the bath if you like.
The man has gone.

Hang out your rooms with bright colours,
Put on your loose gaudy clothes,
Go out drinking, and thinking, with women.
You are free from controls and excuses,
No one will blame you, or claim you.
The man has gone.

Sara Park (1940 - 2010) had an extraordinary life; she lived it and wrote about it in her own independent way. Her use of language is violent, colourful and celebratory, her poems are vivid and truthful but never self-pitying. She is an inspiration.

Guest editor: Kathleen Kenny


Sara Park

Sara Park was born in Kirkcaldy in April 1940. When she was seven years old her father was killed in a railway accident. While her two brothers were kept in school together, she was dispatched to Spain to live with an aunt, without knowing why. Two years later she was brought back to Scotland to resume life with her mother.

At the age of eighteen, while studying at Edinburgh College of Art, Sara met and married a Scottish artist, and soon became the mother of two sons and a daughter herself. In 1970 the family settled in Newcastle upon Tyne and in 1978 Sara attained a BA in Social Sciences, working as a probation officer until 1982.

Sara finally left her marriage in 1980 and in 1981 began the first of many long and extensive travels: journeys that would take her as far afield as Nepal, India, Thailand and Sri Lanka. But it was with South America that she truly became enchanted. A place she returned to and worked in again and again; a place that undoubtedly fed and nourished her sense of adventure, and her feel for colour and language.

Sara died after a brief illness in September 2010.