The first one’s called Taste the by F.A. Nettelbeck & Hexit/Mjk.
A cool little scrabble of fugitive pieces, some handwritten, some paste-ups, all laid in like a scrapbook miscellany with mean teeth. Great rifle tag attached with a one liner by Nettelbeck
This small collection of ephemera, (100 copies limited edition handmade by Hx... 5.5x8.5 stapled into self-wrappers w/ rifle tag & a hot pink & limp pull-out 8.5x11 centerfold) will probably fetch $100 for some bookseller in the near future, but you can score one here http://awickedeyeful.com/etsy/
Number two is another elegant publication from Auguste Press, which is fueled by the inner fires of Micah Ballard & Sunnylyn Thibodeaux. This boke is a sweet selection of poems by Christina Fisher titled Maybe A Painter (w/a very cool cover done by Sunnylyn).
“Blue, like blood is / in the veins / how it sounds, / how / it looks / written out” (EPIGRAPH) & I like the way it all looks & sounds, especially 13 LINES FOR DUNAGAN which taps the heart stem & sets off that inner reverb from the ragged speaker of the soul's amp. http://www.augustepress.com/
Then numeros 3 & 4 were sent to me by Ricahrd Lopez, a poet living in Sacramento, California who contacted me out the the emptiness not that long ago. Super 8 is a book of poems by Lopez that carries within its lines the grain & flicker & faulty take-up reel of a homemade exploitation/no budget porno flick made in John Keats’ backyard on a sweltering day in California’s central valley -- “see the film is / scratched / grainy / anonymous”("hot hot heat" for duncan mcnaughton) & w/”dopamine uptake" & Bettie Page how can you miss? Plus I especially dig the title of one of the poems which really nails that grainy flicker that seems to thread thru the whole boke, "light staggers thru our eyes".
The 2nd book Lopez sent is called Hallucinating California by Richard Lopez & Jonathan Hayes.
Each poet submits a suite of poems under separate subtitles which are their respective area codes – 916 for Lopez & his Sac-Town, 415 for Hayes & SF. The boke’s a nice cruise thru the drive-by scenery of each poet’s locale & psyche as they collide & intersect. Some very neat lyric strings played out by both & worth a looksee. I’m not sure where you can get a copy of either of these, but Lopez has a blog & I bet you could find out something there http://reallybadmovies.blogspot.com/
