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I once was pure and now I’m twisted.
Well well, here we are coming upon the end of a year. We at Six Ft. Swells Press would like to take this opportunity to offer our appreciation to all of you for making our year successful and above all, fun. We thank those of you who supported us by buying our books, merchandise and coming to our shows, buying our drinks and falling in love with us, as we have fallen in love with you, over and over again. We created, fondled, found love, lost love, cashed out, blacked out, wrote some good poems, wrote some shit poems, made poor choices, made choices we were sure were brilliant at the very least, wrestled with demons inside of us, wrestled with demons inside of you…that came out in the wee hours, we traveled, gave readings, found words written on cocktails napkins in the morning, taken photographs, slow danced on the side of the road and survived the apocalypse. Any one of those in this world is a helluva an accomplishment and to think that we did it together, is as beautiful as a first kiss at sunrise.
The pirates and poets at Six Ft. Swells Press, released two stellar books amongst all this movement. “The Coast Is Clear” by Matt Amott and “Sucker’s Paradise” by Todd Cirillo changed the direction and understanding of poetry and pushed forth the essential notion that poetry can be fun, frivolous and full of sex, love and miscommunication. These books as well as Julie Valin’s magnificent “The Distance Between” are available at amazon.com through the diligence of the masterminds at Six Ft. Swells Press, we keep movin on up to that big high rise in the sky. This is a new dawn. Ride the wave. Fuck the establishment. It’s a good time to be us. We have created more than most in the poetry world and more importantly, stayed together as friends, companions and co-conspirators. We have reestablished old poetic connections of friendships and poetic allies and kicked the masses in the ass, showing them our style of After-Hours Poetry. This has been a good year.
Now, when it’s midnight, and the rain hits your roof and Muddy Waters sings, “I just can’t be satisfied” rolls out your speakers. Understand where we come from and where we at Six Ft. Swells are going…we just can’t be satisfied. Not with the state of poetry we hear out there, the relationships we are in, the jobs we do 9-5, the words we put on paper. But we’ve got each other and we’ve got the poems we’ve written, so let’s keep trying and because of your kind encouragements we know we are on the right road.
Please continue to support Six Ft. Swells Press in the the new year, tell your friends and support us any way you can…remember, even a small ship can make big waves.
We are with you. And when you are shipwrecked and the waves come upon your head and all seems lost…we may not throw you a life raft, but we will jump in and ask if you want to go skinny-dipping.
Bring it on,
your friends at Six Ft. Swells Press,
Matt, Julie and Todd