Julian Talamantez Brolaski
Of Mongrelitude
Julian Talamantez Brolaski
Of Mongrelitude
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Classic literature and the pop culture converge to break apart formal linguistics in a never-before-seen lyric.
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Classic literature and the pop culture converge to break apart formal linguistics in a never-before-seen lyric.
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Produktdetails
- Produktdetails
- Verlag: Wave Books
- Seitenzahl: 112
- Erscheinungstermin: 4. April 2017
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 259mm x 185mm x 15mm
- Gewicht: 454g
- ISBN-13: 9781940696454
- ISBN-10: 1940696453
- Artikelnr.: 46468561
- Verlag: Wave Books
- Seitenzahl: 112
- Erscheinungstermin: 4. April 2017
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 259mm x 185mm x 15mm
- Gewicht: 454g
- ISBN-13: 9781940696454
- ISBN-10: 1940696453
- Artikelnr.: 46468561
Julian Talamantez Brolaski is the author of Advice for Lovers (City Lights 2012), gowanus atropolis (Ugly Duckling Presse 2011), and co-editor of NO GENDER: Reflections on the Life & Work of kari edwards (Litmus Press / Belladonna Books 2009). Julian lives in Oakland, and is the lead singer and rhythm guitarist in the country band The Western Skyline (www.thewesternskyline.org).
Mongrel, Some Definitions and Etymologies
[WAR MESSAGE] we dont want yr tools
against breeding
rather like a doubting dog
in the cut
on loneliness
I did it for something to do
fire place
most honeyed
lovers reversed: dump hunk
notes from the mummy chamber
the rabbit & the crow
who is not yr cousin?
what's eating hildegard?
ack, buttery
what do they know of suffering, who eat of pineapples yearround
like w/ like wars not
irreversibly like apples
when will springtime come on in
of mongrelitude
dog on dog aggression
hell and gore
sometimes I feel like I'm the tool of the devil
oceanic feeling
some say an army of horsepeople
what wuz there IZZAYE
red sky at morn
tho the riveulets be finite, the tokens are talking
automat metropolis
melancholy lake
involuntarily I licked my lips
if only there were a glory for that hole
fried-eyed / banned poetry words
how obvious
blathersum
despite of space
for our meeting on the loam
helen source of death
sympathy butters no parsnips
chaparral character
whethersoever it were (marry to be humanlike)
eat dirt, oasis, myn oracle
gon aerial wolfhuntin
widdershins
ambivalence becometh
you dont need to get fucked up to see visions
on antony and cleo
not the sloppy religiosity
the tabloids are filled w/ mancrush and bromance
the myth of the subway
the uselessness of magicking death
poem for r having left new york
poem for shorty courtier
rules for bones
or pause to gaze on the moody chest of spartacus
a bee's feather
airroir
make us all homosexuals, o muse, o privy muse
fowles in tha frith
imaginary and actual koalas, troly loly
dis pure diss
we birds
the death of script
as the owl augurs
[WAR MESSAGE] we dont want yr tools
against breeding
rather like a doubting dog
in the cut
on loneliness
I did it for something to do
fire place
most honeyed
lovers reversed: dump hunk
notes from the mummy chamber
the rabbit & the crow
who is not yr cousin?
what's eating hildegard?
ack, buttery
what do they know of suffering, who eat of pineapples yearround
like w/ like wars not
irreversibly like apples
when will springtime come on in
of mongrelitude
dog on dog aggression
hell and gore
sometimes I feel like I'm the tool of the devil
oceanic feeling
some say an army of horsepeople
what wuz there IZZAYE
red sky at morn
tho the riveulets be finite, the tokens are talking
automat metropolis
melancholy lake
involuntarily I licked my lips
if only there were a glory for that hole
fried-eyed / banned poetry words
how obvious
blathersum
despite of space
for our meeting on the loam
helen source of death
sympathy butters no parsnips
chaparral character
whethersoever it were (marry to be humanlike)
eat dirt, oasis, myn oracle
gon aerial wolfhuntin
widdershins
ambivalence becometh
you dont need to get fucked up to see visions
on antony and cleo
not the sloppy religiosity
the tabloids are filled w/ mancrush and bromance
the myth of the subway
the uselessness of magicking death
poem for r having left new york
poem for shorty courtier
rules for bones
or pause to gaze on the moody chest of spartacus
a bee's feather
airroir
make us all homosexuals, o muse, o privy muse
fowles in tha frith
imaginary and actual koalas, troly loly
dis pure diss
we birds
the death of script
as the owl augurs
Mongrel, Some Definitions and Etymologies
[WAR MESSAGE] we dont want yr tools
against breeding
rather like a doubting dog
in the cut
on loneliness
I did it for something to do
fire place
most honeyed
lovers reversed: dump hunk
notes from the mummy chamber
the rabbit & the crow
who is not yr cousin?
what's eating hildegard?
ack, buttery
what do they know of suffering, who eat of pineapples yearround
like w/ like wars not
irreversibly like apples
when will springtime come on in
of mongrelitude
dog on dog aggression
hell and gore
sometimes I feel like I'm the tool of the devil
oceanic feeling
some say an army of horsepeople
what wuz there IZZAYE
red sky at morn
tho the riveulets be finite, the tokens are talking
automat metropolis
melancholy lake
involuntarily I licked my lips
if only there were a glory for that hole
fried-eyed / banned poetry words
how obvious
blathersum
despite of space
for our meeting on the loam
helen source of death
sympathy butters no parsnips
chaparral character
whethersoever it were (marry to be humanlike)
eat dirt, oasis, myn oracle
gon aerial wolfhuntin
widdershins
ambivalence becometh
you dont need to get fucked up to see visions
on antony and cleo
not the sloppy religiosity
the tabloids are filled w/ mancrush and bromance
the myth of the subway
the uselessness of magicking death
poem for r having left new york
poem for shorty courtier
rules for bones
or pause to gaze on the moody chest of spartacus
a bee's feather
airroir
make us all homosexuals, o muse, o privy muse
fowles in tha frith
imaginary and actual koalas, troly loly
dis pure diss
we birds
the death of script
as the owl augurs
[WAR MESSAGE] we dont want yr tools
against breeding
rather like a doubting dog
in the cut
on loneliness
I did it for something to do
fire place
most honeyed
lovers reversed: dump hunk
notes from the mummy chamber
the rabbit & the crow
who is not yr cousin?
what's eating hildegard?
ack, buttery
what do they know of suffering, who eat of pineapples yearround
like w/ like wars not
irreversibly like apples
when will springtime come on in
of mongrelitude
dog on dog aggression
hell and gore
sometimes I feel like I'm the tool of the devil
oceanic feeling
some say an army of horsepeople
what wuz there IZZAYE
red sky at morn
tho the riveulets be finite, the tokens are talking
automat metropolis
melancholy lake
involuntarily I licked my lips
if only there were a glory for that hole
fried-eyed / banned poetry words
how obvious
blathersum
despite of space
for our meeting on the loam
helen source of death
sympathy butters no parsnips
chaparral character
whethersoever it were (marry to be humanlike)
eat dirt, oasis, myn oracle
gon aerial wolfhuntin
widdershins
ambivalence becometh
you dont need to get fucked up to see visions
on antony and cleo
not the sloppy religiosity
the tabloids are filled w/ mancrush and bromance
the myth of the subway
the uselessness of magicking death
poem for r having left new york
poem for shorty courtier
rules for bones
or pause to gaze on the moody chest of spartacus
a bee's feather
airroir
make us all homosexuals, o muse, o privy muse
fowles in tha frith
imaginary and actual koalas, troly loly
dis pure diss
we birds
the death of script
as the owl augurs