![]() ![]() ![]() Fine, I'll call this a book, but it's also a queer jazz fugue in which Price gathers all the ugly notes to fashion a stunning rendition where they 'sing / lines never loved / the first go round.'" -Tommye Blount, author of Fantasia for the Man in Blue "These poems are not here to comfort us, to sand down our splinters, to be 'all positive self-talk / in a lynching country.' These poems are here to dance, fuck, dream, rage, witness, call out, and survive. Russell Price hasn't simply made poems, but a Persephonean song cycle ('I won't make love without music I have to keep count') that shows us hell and names the one who brought us there ('how well he knew / the way to hurt'). These are horny poems of damnation, daring us to breathe into all the broken possibilities." -Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, author of The Freezer Door, "Gworl, C. Russell Price offers us doomsday armor in a constellation of longing-an escape route through rage, ritual, soundtrack formed by grief. It smells so sweet." -Diane Seuss, author of frank: sonnets, "Against complacency or complicity, C. ![]() ![]() Has seeded the land with toxic honeysuckle. Russell Price has written an explicit tour guide, a turquoise spill, an embrace of the flyover. Handcrafting rituals that sustain us past doomsday. As transgression on the dictionary, sowing it with the embodied experience of the holy 'I.' Apocalypse: renaming it Carl. "Apocalypse as the shock of trauma and round-the-clock aftershocks. ![]()
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