Full Description
Appalachian genderqueer punk writer C. Russell Price's first full-length poetry collection is a somatic grimoire exploring desire, gender, and sexuality in multiverse littered with flowers and product placement. Part pop culture bubblegum lip smack, part battle cry, this collection asks, What is radical vengeance and does true survivorship from sexual trauma exist only in fantasy, or is it an attainable reality?
Price's cinematic approach to language and scene is on full display, as well as their dark humor and resilience. Within these pages, the surreal is familiar and grief is a national pastime. If the end is near, who among us would not put on Fleetwood Mac? Who would not clean up their eyeliner just a smidge? This collection pulses with the beat that follows destruction (whether human or natural), the moment the jaw unhinges. These poems are not for pearl clutchers. They are for those who have already felt their private apocalypse.
Contents
PRETEND A PANDEMIC
Bud Initiation
Human Flesh Search Engine
An Anti-Armageddon Poem
THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS AND THE SMELL OF THE GROUND
Armageddon Origin Story
On Reading A Copy of Pushkin I Stole From My Childhood Rapist, A Cento
The Poem In Which The Apocalypse Doesn't Go So Terribly
Mr. Doomsday
BUT ABOUT THAT DAY OR HOUR NO ONE KNOWS, NOT EVEN THE ANGELS IN HEAVEN, NOR THE SON, BUT ONLY THE FATHER...TWO MEN WILL BE IN THE FIELD; ONE WILL BE TAKEN AND THE OTHER LEFT.
Our Love Transcends Sexuality & Gender & Time & Place; Translation: Not Now, Not Ever
Someone Is Missing for You And The Whole World Feels Empty
If You Want Space, Join NASA
We Fold The Flag And Name The Dead
HUSH MONEY
On When They Say Hustling They Don't Mean Dicking Down A Stranger
I Did An Ugly Thing Once, But It Was In A Beautiful Room
The Tsunami Was Not A Metaphor. For A Full Day I Was The Drowning Wave
How To Die On A Farm
Double Fisting at a Gay Sex Club Because A Man Is Buying Me Drinks So He Can Watch
Me Pee And I'm Thinking Of You
ALL THE BEAUTIFUL MEN I TOUCH MYSELF TO ARE DEAD AND BEAUTIFUL
Sweetwater, Texas
Desiree Says, "There Were Crisis Actors at the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ"
Then, Brother, Get Back, 'cause My Breast's Gonna Bust Open
My Sweetheart Is A Drunkard, Lord, He Drinks Down In New Orleans
I HEARD SOMEBODY SAY, "DISCO INFERNO, BURN THIS MOTHER DOWN."
Oh Baby, I Hope When They Take You They Take Me Too
I Think We're Alone Now: Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse
Death Comes For The Good Ol' Boys
Why Can't My Heaven Be A Mobile Home Park In A Carolina Where I Have Big Hair And
Work Reception At My Husband's Tattoo Parlor?
GIVE ME TWO THINGS: A LOOKOUT & A SHOVEL
Armageddon Via Telephone Wires
After Growing Bored With Synonyms For The Apocalypse, I Rename It Carl (a Man
With Intricate Tattoos, A Large Penis, And A Coup De Ville)
DANCE YOURSELF CLEAN
How To Stay Politically Active While Fucking The Existential Dread Away
When Someone Asks My Gender I Say A Nonexistent Month
Ars Poetica: [We'll Take Our Turn, Singing/ Dirty Rap Songs]
My Sexual Identity Is A Toaster In A Bathtub
JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE GODS, DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T BRIEFLY DISAGREE
Virginia, 1999 A La Y2K
Trying To Catch A Deluge In A Paper Cup
It Passed For Feathers
The Glove
NOW COMES IN THE FUCKERY
And How Can It Be That This Means Nothing To Anyone But Me Now
A Household God
A Love Poem Will Not Save the World
OFF CAMERA THERE IS A BEACH & A PARTY
Does He Like You Or Is He Just Midwestern?
Th e Only Living Boys In New York
The Devil Rules This World Because He Created It And That God Is Far Away
THE DEVIL HAS BEEN BUSY TODAY
Release Your Fear: The War Cries Of Hummingbirds
This Must Be The Place
YOU KNEW THERE HAD TO BE A RECKONING
Gay $
Fetch The Bolt Cutters
IT'S A NICE DAY TO START AGAIN, IT'S A NICE DAY FOR A WHITE WEDDING
