Singer has her say
HER debut album sold nine million copies, but Jewel seems to crave
respectability as a poetess. The singer-songwriter from Alaska, just 24,
was praised on the publication of her first book of verse, A Night
Without Armour. Her poetry is unlikley to win comparisons with Sylvia
Plath, but it has poignancy. In Camoflage, she writes: "A gay man is
sitting in a hotel lobby smoking on a cigarette/ He stomachs my breasts
dutifully like spinach or limabeans or other things that make one sick/
Because he fears rednecks at the bar are on to him."
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