{"product_id":"ingress","title":"Ingress","description":"\u003cp\u003eby Kate Morgan\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"purchase-info\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"purchase-inner\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"purchase-inner-wrap\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"purchase-prod-deets\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv id=\"Quantity-Form-template--23654722666831__main\" class=\"product-form__input product-form__quantity\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"description-block\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"product__description rte quick-add-hidden\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eIngress\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eis an unwieldy body of writing that attends to intimacies between selves and others, objects and sites, considering how a difference of position, pronoun and voice might render these in unique ways. \u003c\/span\u003eIn doing so, Morgan's work speaks to a particular state of being in the world, of materiality, of loss, of gendered experience, of cultivation and of the act of writing itself. An experiment in form as argument, \u003cem\u003eIngress \u003c\/em\u003ewas written over the course of two years from a tenement flat with a garden in Glasgow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003e‘I loved this strange, accomplished book and its account of porosity and seepage on many planes. It’s tender, sexy, sly and dextrous, moving relentlessly along deep channels, emerging unexpectedly into sweet air, alert to language at every step.’\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003e— Olivia Laing, author of \u003cem\u003eEverybody: A Book About Freedom\u003c\/em\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003e‘Kate Morgan’s \u003cem\u003eIngress\u003c\/em\u003e is a startling, many-headed meditation on language, art, and the natural world, opening you up to sensations and collapsing interior and exterior. A garden becomes a text becomes a body. The personal and the analytic mingle and slyly astonish. Morgan is one of those magicians who suspends reality through precision and excavation, digging deeper into experience, and also one of those metaphysicians who finds meaning at-hand in the daily and then disperses it all to be gathered again. This result is potent, moving, and mysterious.’\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003e— Nate Lippens, author of \u003cem\u003eMy Dead Book: A Novel \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003e‘It doesn't matter what genre this book is (essay, personal diary, notebook), nor what its subject matter is (a garden, a sculpture, the plumbing system underlying a house, love), because in some mysterious way, it manages to transform the material part of the world into poetic intensity and affect whoever holds it in their hands, as if it were a flood, overwhelming and reassuring at the same time. In this sense, the omnipresent water in this truly lyrical exploration of reality seems to take over the words and transform this text into an organism with a life of its own.’\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003e— Cecilia \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003ePavòn, author of\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eLittle Joy: Selected Stories \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003e‘\u003cem\u003eIngress \u003c\/em\u003eis a text that enacts its own name, a shining thing seeping into the reader––which is the same \u003c\/span\u003eact as the drawing out of relation, the intimacy of attention paid at the shifting edges of things. Morgan’s writing is softly piercing, unpeeling sameness to separate out the difference of different things, but where difference is always just the slight refraction of the other. \u003cem\u003eIngress\u003c\/em\u003e is both the container and the fluid contained, the brim and its brimming–– the fact of a boundary makes possible its breach.’\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e— Evelyn Wh-ell, author of \u003cem\u003eMemoirs of a Child Plot Hole\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cspan face=\"Sabon_Roman\"\u003eKate Morgan is a writer and artist from London, living in Glasgow. \u003c\/span\u003eTheir writing has been published by Sticky Fingers, Nothing Personal, MAP, Worms, and in anthologies by Pilot Press.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"My Store","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":50765863420238,"sku":"","price":12.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0837\/0680\/6606\/files\/hioshjrd_28cb1df7-86e4-408c-be0d-d2d77fba30d0.png?v=1735218844","url":"https:\/\/eastbristolbooks.pro\/products\/ingress","provider":"My Store","version":"1.0","type":"link"}