Double Pre-Order Hot Shit Alert!
***This books are in and will be shipped as ordered. I'll probably keep this pre-order up for a little bit longer. -DG
Alright, Daryl here, so I was feeling like I had the capacity to release a collection of poetry from one of my friends between releases of my own stuff, and after a conversation with Iván I decided to ask him if he had something he was looking to have published. He did and so began the long road of assembling what would become Dealer. In that time my own current project--Shake Hands with Man in My Hand--started to find a finalized shape and now here we are with both being released at the same time.
If you order both these books you not only get a lil discount, but you get a dorky ass gift too. Yes! It's a picture of us! Mounted to a piece self-standing paperboard. Perfect for your bookshelf, fireplace mantle, or dashboard. Shout out to Pam Concepcion for taking this photo.
Here's some words people have to say about them--
About Dealer...
Dealer is a hybrid poetry collection that maps the spiritual, mechanical, and political life of his car in late capitalism. Set in motion within Los Angeles freeways, border crossings, DMV lines, and daydream dreamscapes, the book cross-examines how brown surveilled bodies are allowed to move. Blending auto-repair diagnostics, Aztec cosmology, Catholic iconography, erotic fantasy, and glitch poetics, this work exposes driving as both necessity and resistance.
To drive is to live.
To stall is to disappear.
–Ingrid M. Calderón, author of An American Exorcism and Yr friend Richard
Iván turns a used-car experience into a double-tongued dreamy-nightmarish book of poems. The DMV gives him a form to fill out, and he responds in verse. A car becomes undone and he bleeds out oil slick guts on the page. Are the coyotes in the mountains really his friends, or does everything have a double meaning? He writes, “Your belongings are in our hands” and I wonder if that’s a threat. What did I learn? No dealer ever actually hands you a clean title, so gastate “la noche dentro del baúl / enterrado bajo la hierba.”
–hector son of hector, poet
About Shake Hands with the Man in My Hand...
No one else is writing about a lot of this stuff. One piece per shitdown, and a new thought swirls as you get off the throne. Mao’s Little Red Book it ain’t, but try it on the bus, or train rides too..
-Jello Biafra
A unique American voice, in his plain descriptions of modern life, the odd corners he writes about. No one else writes these slices of modern living in such an appealing, unassuming way. His poems take the lid off your mind then set you back down, gently, in the crazed places we all inhabit. Definitely worth reading.
-Bruce Isaacson, First Poet Laureate of Clark County and publisher of Zeitgeist Press