A documentary of sorts. Poetry, music, video, images married together. I had the opportunity to work with the amazing and talented director, Esther Plumb Malo, to complete my desire to put my poems to film and then some. She went above and beyond. I am truly happy with how this video turned out. Please take a moment to see for yourself. Enjoy.
What do poets talk about when they think everyone is listening? The question is answered in the latest episode of the acclaimed Poets Underground show is up on YouTube, click below to hear guest host, Todd Cirillo and guest poet/publisher, Wolfgang Carstens talk inspiration, poetry, the value of cuss words, his latest book, Hell and High Water (available for purchase below), selling out to the highest bidder and other half-truths from New Orleans to Alberta, Canada. Enjoy.
The book is available NOW!! Click the link below or the Lulu link to your right! Us pirates at Six Ft. Swells Press are so thrilled to publish, Hell and High Water by Wolfgang Carstens, that we are hitting the rum hard in total celebration! To pre-atone for our drunken ways we are offering the book at a 25% DISCOUNT now until November 15th in honor of Wolfgang Carstens 25 years of matrimony, chronicled here in Hell and High Water.
The poems in Hell and High Water offer the gritty reality of a poet, husband, provider, father and shady romantic wrestling with life’s responsibilities and his own primal urges. From the familiar dinner table to disastrous family vacations and mail order sex toys, Wolfgang Carstens presents us with vulnerability, humor, rawness, regret and the rejoicing in twenty-five years of intimacy with another as no other poet can. Carstens has wickedly disguised Hell and High Water as a twisted yet tender guide for the rest of us in maintaining the wildness among minivans, mortgages and matrimony.
The water is rising and the flames grow hotter as October 19th nears. Here is an early review of the book and a poem to get you through the weekend. Order information to follow.
Wolfgang Carstens promises “hell and high water” in his new book from Six Ft. Swells Press, and that’s exactly what you get. These poems blaze short and hot like matches, but baby, you’ll feel the burn; they both praise love and raise the level of pithy skewering to new heights. In Hell and High Water, whether he’s getting lucky (“i don’t write love poems”), or ruminating (“len,” “contrary”), Carstens remains true to himself and his sometimes dark, sometimes hilarious, episodic visions of life.—Dianne Borsenik, publisher of NightBallet Press, author of Age of Aquarius (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016)
On October 17th, Six Ft. Swells Press will release the next book in its acclaimed Top Shelf Poetry Series, Hell and High Water by Wolfgang Carstens. No matter how high the water mama or how hot the heat this book will kick the poetry world up a notch. Carstens offers a savage look into the essential life concepts of love, commitment, obligations, creativity, responsibilities, fatherhood, regret and the matrimonial benefits of good tequila. Hell and High Water, is about maintaining the wildness among minivans, mortgages and matrimony.
Wolfgang Carstens lives in Canada with his wife, five kids, grandson, dog, mortgage and death. His poetry is printed on the backs of paid bills. More information at http://www.wolfgangcarstens.com.
Now on small screens everywhere, poet Todd Cirillo is featured on the internationally acclaimed Poets Underground show with host Wolfgang Carstens. This critically lauded episode features the two legendary poets and writers in conversation and performance. A must see for poetry fans and good time people alike. So open up a sixer, mix a tall drink and enjoy as Todd and Wolfgang bring the goods to the world. Click below to watch.
On the plane
reading your book, Lipstick and Bullet Holes
the green eyed stewardess
stood in the aisle
leaning over me.
what kind of book
I was reading.
I told her, poetry.
“oh I wondered
because I thought
it was called,
Lipstick and Buttholes.”
and figured out
it was the font
and the way
my fingers covered
part of the word,
She read some of the poems
as the cabin doors closed
and said she liked them.
She gave me her number.