Here it is a gorgeous 12 pack of poetry goodness from Epic Rites Press/Tree Killer Ink featuring twelve poets including Todd Cirillo’s, SEXY DEVILS, Julie Valin’s, SLOW JAMS & UNRULY HEARTS, and Matt Amott’s, GET WELL SOON plus nine other poets that guarantee to make ya feel right in just the wrong ways.
Order your 12 Pack at http://www.epicrites.org/punk-chapbook-series.html
Poets Madeline Levy and Todd Cirillo will be interviewed tomorrow at 5pm (Central Time) on the radio (www.whivfm.org) to promote Madeline’s new book of poems Perfume & Cigarettes from Six Ft. Swells Press. Click the link below to listen (hit ON AIR to listen live):
Also, you can order Madeline’s book below:
We at Six Ft. Swells Press are celebrating and invite you to celebrate with us. Out today, the new book of poetry by Madeline Levy, click the link below to purchase your copies. This is an extraordinary book of poems from and exceptionally talented poet and person and we are proud to add Madeline’s work to the Six Ft. Swells catalogue, which continues to pillage the poetry world in true After-Hours style. Don’t believe us? Read her words and see how your heart feels after…
The poems in Perfume & Cigarettes by Madeline Levy come at you like Tom
Waits driving a 1957 Cadillac onto the sleek asphalt of night, with only the
red glow of taillights sending kisses on the road to everywhere. These poems
take us places, somewhere between the proper and the profane, the dive
bars and the five-star restaurants. These are poems with wicked grins and
sharp edges that will leave a “tiny-sized cut in the back of your heart,” and
make us believe that “apple pie & cyanide” are a good idea.
“Got this fantastic book of poetry today. I must say it couldn’t have arrived at a better time. With all the tears I’ve cried the past few days it was nice to laugh a little. Todd Cirillo totally love this. I’ll be rereading it later tonight with a nice glass of wine or a couple shots of rum or maybe both.
I to am a total sucker.” –April Barlow, Oklahoma Six Ft. Swells fan
True Testimony from another satisfied sucker! You all can pick up your New Years copy of Todd Cirillo’s “Sucker’s Paradise” on amazon.com along with all other illicit Six Ft. Swells titles; “The Distance Between” from Julie Valin and “The Coast is Clear” by Matt Amott. http://www.amazon.com/Suckers-Paradise-after-hours-poetry-Cirillo/dp/0985307528/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1388721444&sr=8-2&keywords=todd+cirillo
This one is still for you….who remains my musical junkie equal.
There are days
will put on nothing but
Sonny Boy, The Wolf,
Mississippi John Hurt,
Muddy, Son House,
John Lee Hooker
and, of course,
She will pick an album
then I will pick an album.
We will go through
kissing in between,
laying in the grass
talking about clouds,
our heads into
each other’s lap.
In the background–
cotton fields, trains,
devils, jealous lovers
and broken hearts.
could make us
“A poem is often something that is only necessary toward one man–the writer. It’s often a perfect form of selfishness. Let’s not credit ourselves too much. Garage mechanics are more human than we are.” –Bukowski
Happy Birthday Bukowski! You old fuck. It is no secret that us here at Six Ft. Swells Press wave the Bukowski flag proudly. What can we say? We love the old, ugly bastard, he was a good duker, as he’d say. Those of us here, had connected with Buk separately at different times and very different places in life but when we finally found one another under the neons, we were already halfway there in friendship as soon as the first of us threw out a quote from Love is a Dog from Hell or Women. It was immediate recognition that we were in the presence of someone true, someone who understood. The booze has flowed freely ever since and we are all the better for it.
There have been years of laughter and lewdness, years of blood, stitches in the morning, broken parts at midnight and car titles lost at bars. We have had marriages (one that lasted), love affairs, lost loves; loves we thought were lost but found again in the strangest places, childbirths (hell even the mighty Bukowski had a daughter), tremendous arguments and even better make ups, travels across the country and quiet evenings at home just sitting on the couch with a bottle between us. But always a Bukowski book never far out of reach. We always return to you Buk for good or ill. All of your pain, wickedness, clarity, grossness, self-confidence, honesty, bravado and lust. And why? The Pabst Blue Ribbon tells me because you make us believe we can do it, or you cut the shit and tell us to hang it up. Either way, we listen. and perhaps that’s the beauty in it all. A voice that makes us listen. Perhaps that’s what an artist should strive for.
So, in honor of your birthday Charles, the three masted ship that is Six Ft. Swells raise a glass to you from New Orleans, Louisiana, Nevada City, California and Portland, Oregon. Who knows, one of us may get in a fight or get laid tonight….now that’s a tribute.
Six Ft. Swells Press, memorial department
Two greats duking it out above the bar.
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.” –Bukowski
Yes indeed, the true sign of a great bar. Nailed up for your poetic inspiration. Sit underneath these champions for about 3 hours swigging happy hour swill and tell me you don’t feel like writing a few lines on the old cocktail napkin and then rack up a couple mighty sins to end the evening. Few people recognize the signs but luckily I am not one of them. I see them shining neon loud and clear. Many poets and writers have various ways and rituals to get in the mood, some more fun than others. Personally, I believe the poetic punch is the finest way. That haymaker which comes out of nowhere and knocks your dick in the dirt and from the floor you look up at the beautiful stars spinning around and around and the only necessary next movements are to order another round, get out your notebook and pen and put the words down that have been handed to you.
Todd, Erin Rose bar, New Orleans, LA