Thursday, February 23, 2012
A BELLYFUL OF ANARCHY BY ROB PLATH
There is an online list showing that the poetry collection A BELLYFUL OF ANARCHY by Rob Plath is on the shelves at these libraries: New York Public Library, University of Delaware Library, University of Connecticut Library, Brown University Library, Syracuse University Library, SUNY at Buffalo Library, Miami University Libraries, University of Chicago Library, Emory University Library, University of Wisconsin Library, Colby College Library, University of North Carolina Library, University of Iowa Library, Iowa State University Library, University of British Columbia Library, University of California, Davis Library, University of California, San Diego Library...
GET YOURSELF A COPY TODAY.
CONTACT ROBPLATH@GMAIL.COM OR EPICRITESPRESS@GMAIL.COM...
GET YOURSELF A COPY TODAY.
CONTACT ROBPLATH@GMAIL.COM OR EPICRITESPRESS@GMAIL.COM...
Thursday, February 16, 2012
monochromatic & homicidal
she said, "i think you'd be happier if you didn't dress in black all the time..."
& then after a pause, she added, "i think you should wear turquoise..."
"you make me want to make nooses out of fucking rainbows," i replied...
& then after a pause, she added, "i think you should wear turquoise..."
"you make me want to make nooses out of fucking rainbows," i replied...
like fucking prayer
when i was 4 years old my uncle gave me an old phone
i used to keep it next to my bed
late at night, i'd unhook the heavy, black receiver from its cradle
& pretend i was calling someone from beneath my blankets
i'd urgently speak into the dead mouthpiece
pleading to be rescued from beneath the terrible roof
where the rage in the other rooms always grew
to unprecedented heights
but all i ever got was a cold, blankness in my ear
all too much like fucking prayer
i used to keep it next to my bed
late at night, i'd unhook the heavy, black receiver from its cradle
& pretend i was calling someone from beneath my blankets
i'd urgently speak into the dead mouthpiece
pleading to be rescued from beneath the terrible roof
where the rage in the other rooms always grew
to unprecedented heights
but all i ever got was a cold, blankness in my ear
all too much like fucking prayer
Sunday, February 12, 2012
THERE'S A FIST DUNKED IN BLOOD BEATING IN MY CHEST by Rob Plath
Some copies still available. Signed by the author. $15.50 + $4 shipping. Contact: rsplath@speedymail.org
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
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This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.