samples and reviews at THIS LINK I love that it lays the whole process and intention bare for
all of us to see with a kind of transparency all too rare for poets . . . and
yet the resulting poems are still mysterious and wholly unexpected. …For sheer originality, make sure to check
out this wild ride of a book.”
introductory note from (Soma)tic Midge : I cannot stress enough how much this mechanistic world, as it becomes more and more efficient, resulting in ever increasing brutality, has required me to FIND MY BODY to FIND MY PLANET in order to find my poetry. If I am an extension of this world then I am an extension of garbage, shit, pesticides, bombed and smoldering cities, microchips, cyber, astral and biological pollution, BUT ALSO the beauty of a patch of unspoiled sand, all that croaks from the mud, talons on the cliff that take rock and silt so seriously flying over the spectacle for a closer examination is nothing short of necessary. The most idle looking pebble will suddenly match any hunger, any rage. Suddenly, and will be realized at no other speed than suddenly.
all details for this anthology available on WAVE BOOKS website.
Here's an excerpt from my section in this new anthology from Soft Skull Press about the oppressive world of RETAIL!
There's a homeless woman who figured out how to use our PA system, and one day we heard her for a glorious one and a half minutes all over the store at TOP VOLUME, "AAAY! YOU THINK YOU'RE SPECIAL!?" Every single person in the store looked to the ceiling as this HUGE voice shot from the speakers, "YOU'RE NOT SO SPECIAL! AAAY! MOTHERFUCKER! FUCKER! FUCKER! AAAY! YOU THINK YOU KNOW IT ALL!? FUCKER! YOU KNOW NOTHING! FUCKER! YEAH! AAAY! FUCKER! HEY GIVE ME THAT! LEAVE ME ALONE! THAT'S MINE--" The music comes back on, everyone laughs. They laugh, but I know she knows what she’s saying, yes oh yes. The security guards have her by either arm on the escalator and she is smiling. Then I hear her laughing. She's laughing and I can hear her laughter even after she's out of sight. I like her most of all. Her name is Angela, and she's a Pisces. And I want to start a bloodless revolution with her.
CAConrad is the son of white trash asphyxiation, his childhood included selling cut flowers along the highway for his mother and helping her shoplift. For correspondence contact CAConrad13@AOL.com
CAConrad, Laura Solomon, Dorothea Lasky, and Stan Mir on the set of Dorothea Lasky's tiny tour BATHROOM ESPISODE
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