Canongate have just published THE INCOMPLETE TIM KEY to coincide with his sell-out run of MASTERSLUT at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe.
This is Key’s most comprehensive collection of poeticals put together to date. The sheer weight of the book is testament to this comprehensivality. Of course it is lighter than something like a Braun fridge or a fat guy. But as a book, you will note, it’s of a nice weight. It’s full of poems by Key (award-winning) primarily about love, sex, dreams, death and fruit (strawberries, beans etc). The publishing of the book in no way ties in with things like ‘demand’ or ‘clamour’ but is more a result of Key having a full English breakfast with the right person at the right time. Key is not the sort of person to take offence if you don’t buy his book but instead replace it on its shelf or lazily slot it between a couple of DBC Pierres or dump it by a pot plant next to the till. Key’s just happy that someone has bothered to touch it. That is enough for Key.
‘Key locates the spot where poetry, comedy and art intersect, picnics there pleasurably, then takes a crap on it.’ –Adam Buxton‘I am jealous of my friend Tim Key. He has one of the funniest, smartest comic minds in the country. If women start finding him attractive I will hang myself.’ –Stephen Merchant‘Renders all other poetry collections redundant, which they were anyway.’ –Charlie Brooker