{"title":"Threadsuns Press","description":null,"products":[{"product_id":"cu-t","title":"CU T","description":"\u003cp\u003eWhat binds these poems together is a desire to speak what goes unspoken. To reply into the void of empire and late capitalism with a howl of authenticity, not trying to separate parts of the self or parts of the culture, but to exist in all of it at once. This book is a portrait of survival through speech, story, politics, celebrity\/star gazing, TV, and all forms of popular music. These poems engage with \"Western tradition\" and its unraveling, focusing on an economically insecure adjunct life in Pittsburgh, PA which is—against all odds—interrupted by love that entails moving to a safer country. These poems exist in conversation with the author's conservative Catholic upbringing, anti-imperialist and anti-racist politics, and poets ranging from Sappho to Elizabeth Bishop to Eazy-E. The poems inhabit a world where John Wayne stars in\u003cem\u003e Manhattan\u003c\/em\u003e and Rush Limbaugh stars in \u003cem\u003eBoys Don't Cry\u003c\/em\u003e, with elegies to Whitney Houston, Aretha Franklin, and Tina Turner, finally culminating in a finale where the author rewrites (or translates, or reboots, or \"covers\") T.S. Eliot's \"The Waste Land\" (with a little help from Cyndi Lauper and Buffy the Vampire Slayer).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eR\/B Mertz\u003c\/strong\u003e (they\/them) is a trans\/non-binary butch poet and artist. They were raised inside Catholic fundamentalism, about which they wrote the memoir \u003cem\u003eBurning Butch\u003c\/em\u003e (Unnamed Press, 2022), which was a finalist for \u003cem\u003eMemoir Magazine\u003c\/em\u003e's Best Memoir Grand Prize. They also wrote the essay, \"How Whiteness Kills God \u0026amp; Sprinkles Crack on the Body\"; (Mistress Syndrome) and the play \"Where the Heart Is\" (Another Chicago Magazine). Mertz taught writing in Pittsburgh for eleven years and was honored to be a finalist for City of Asylum's 2020-21 Emerging Poet Laureate of Pittsburgh. On January 1, 2021, Mertz left the US for love, and they now reside in Toronto, Ontario, traditionally the territory of many nations including the Mississaugas of the Credit, the Anishnabeg, the Chippewa, the Haudenosaunee and the Wendat peoples. They teach writing at Sheridan College.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"This book is visceral and cutting, vulnerable and brave. Throughout, Mertz explores the 'deep breaks' caused by transphobia, racism, and other forms of American violence. At the same time, they celebrate the joy, pleasure, and other 'flickers \/ of light that come through \/ the cracks.' Each page feels like a transition towards a multitude of voices that proclaim: 'we are not \/ leaving, we are not giving up this garden.'\" - \u003cstrong\u003eCraig Santos Perez\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"R\/B's debut poetry collection, \u003cem\u003eCU T\u003c\/em\u003e, has the kind of motion poets and readers of poetry live for: running our eyes down the page quickly, but carefully, so that I can touch the next line while still feeling the fleshy bits of the last. This book is for them and for us, for any of us who know that 'the blueprint of your body' is not who you are and the pain that lingers underneath, even under scars, will always show through. Being lost in this beautiful book makes me grateful to be alive in such a trying time.\" - \u003cstrong\u003eRachelle Escamilla\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"This astonishing poetry debut by R\/B Mertz is not something you read and forget. At the quietest, most unexpected moments, you can feel these poems riding over the tracks they laid across your body. 'Edge of human \u0026amp; \/ seasonal ex- \/ ploitation,' yes, poetry that knits into our DNA.\" - \u003cstrong\u003eCAConrad\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Threadsuns Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48627603243325,"sku":"9781734691153","price":18.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0477\/8731\/1254\/files\/9781734691153ita.jpg?v=1714684597"},{"product_id":"human-abstract","title":"Human Abstract","description":"\u003cp\u003eIn January 2015, Karl found himself writing a series of poems that marked a distinct stylistic departure from his previous writing. A year-and-a-half after beginning the project, he bundled the poems together under the title \u003cem\u003eHuman Abstract\u003c\/em\u003e, and, after whittling the collection down, he found himself with a nearly 200-page manuscript. Before his death in Sept. 2019, he expressed a clear wish that these poems might reach a wider public.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNight-utterances written in the hours before dawn, \u003cem\u003eHuman Abstract\u003c\/em\u003e, chronicles the passage from winter to spring, and explores the implicit mystery of what it is to be a human in time, capable of humor and longing, desire and violence: gone in a flash. The poems are a reflection of life, breathing, aching to be read.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eKarl Parker \u003c\/strong\u003ereceived an B.A. and a B.Phil from University of Pittsburgh in 1994 and an M.F.A. in Poetry from the New School in 2004; he was a PhD candidate (ABD) in English at Cornell University where he received his M.A. in 2001. He taught literature and creative writing at Cornell, Hunter College, Auburn State Correctional Facility, Hobart \u0026amp; William Smith Colleges (where he also served as Poetry Editor of the Seneca Review for five years), Syracuse University, and the Downtown Writer's Center in Syracuse, NY.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHis first book of poems,\u003cem\u003e Personationskin\u003c\/em\u003e, was published by NoTell Books in 2009. He also released two chapbooks, \u003cem\u003eHarmstorm \u003c\/em\u003e(2006, Lame House Press) and \u003cem\u003eOutsides \u003c\/em\u003e(1994, self-published with a grant from the University of Pittsburgh). Individual poems appeared in such places as \u003cem\u003eStone Canoe, Volt Magazine, S\/tick, Spoon River\u003c\/em\u003e, and \u003cem\u003eSeneca Review\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"This book of nocturnes, or 'interspace occasions,' is Karl Parker's final blessing and goodbye. His buoyant injury has opened a hillside in the night. For Parker the human wound is at once a midden and a garden. Read him and miss him. Help the dead blossom. It is 'Your turn to turn the lever on the light.'\" - \u003cstrong\u003eGabriel Gudding\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"Parker's restless meditations, a carpe diem carved from night, are attuned to each instant of being. This intense mindfulness yields a vision of time, interiority, and solitude that is staggering in its cumulative reach. The poems are a fluid testimony of what it is to be alive in a book that seems alive itself, unfolding freshly with each rereading. Few poets are capable of conveying a sense of life's transient dearness, but in lines lacerated by silence Karl Parker wrote his soul. Only the greatest art offers such hypnotizing authenticity and earned authority.\" - \u003cstrong\u003eAlice Fulton\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"The book was opened as if afraid, but it offered the safety of a movie in a dark house. No one there but 'the human abstract' as chairs without an I in them. And so filled with light as in Danish paintings. Squares made by hand and sun. Someone made these poems for us. Beautiful.\" - \u003cstrong\u003eFanny Howe\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"Poems that change our breath as we fall under the poet's spell. 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In other words: Do we happen? Or does everything happen to us? Perhaps, by some reading, this is X Parke's central obstacle; she is grappling with the problem of self, of where she ends and the rest of the universe begins. She is wrestling with the perimeters of the present by investigating the parameters of the past. Or vice versa. She is parsing the blur of experience for footholds the only way she knows how: by naming its parts. She is unsure if she is acting upon the world, or if she is being acted upon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eMax Halper\u003c\/strong\u003e is the author of the novella, \u003cem\u003eLamella\u003c\/em\u003e, and numerous short fictions. He lives in upstate New York.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"For Max Halper, consciousness is like a nest of snakes, and \u003cem\u003eThe Meadow and the Misread\u003c\/em\u003e is determined to find what's at its center. 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Sekiguchi's work extends into musings on the voice and its relationship to images, to odors, to all sensory experiences—and most poignantly, into a timely commentary on the body, media, mortality, loss, and time. Evoking thinkers and writers from Giles Deleuze to Edouard Glissant, Rene Char to Atiq Rahimi, \u003cem\u003eThe Present Voice\u003c\/em\u003e gently and sensitively theorizes what the voice means to us today, at a moment of global displacement, exile, and \"social distance,\" when so much of our communication occurs through the medium of the recorded voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBorn in Tokyo, \u003cstrong\u003eRyoko Sekiguchi\u003c\/strong\u003e has lived in Paris since 1997. Her work has appeared widely in French and Japanese. Her book of prose poetry \u003cem\u003eadagio ma non troppo\u003c\/em\u003e, translated by Lindsay Turner, was published in 2017 by Les Figues Press. In addition to recent performances and writings on food and aesthetics, Sekiguchi has also collaborated with visual artists and sound artists including Suzanne Doppelt, Christian Boltanski, and Ranier Lericolais. Her translations into Japanese include works by Jean Echenoz, Mathias Enard, Atiq Rahimi, and Daniel Heller-Roazen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLindsay Turner\u003c\/strong\u003e's first collection of poems, \u003cem\u003eSongs \u0026amp; Ballads\u003c\/em\u003e, was published in 2018 by Prelude Books. Her translations into English include poetry and philosophy books by Stéphane Bouquet, Souleymane Bachir Diagne, Anne Dufourmantelle, and Frédéric Neyrat. 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I entered another world when reading, winged with strange music, 'swept through with kinship.' There's something bewildering about these poems, how Robinson tends to our relation with visceral dust, lacquering our organs. I am happily under this spell.\" - \u003cstrong\u003eJane Wong\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"In Elizabeth Robinson's enlivening \u003cem\u003eThirst \u0026amp; Surfeit\u003c\/em\u003e, the reader is lead through approximately three millennia of radical spiritual and material history. Robinson's incomparable archeological-phenomenological poetics attend to the tensions of the body, law, text, and spirit via deep time voyage and vision: 'There is no such authority \/ as the traveler's, the one lost in the wilderness, looking forward \/ to it and forbidden its foresight,' she reminds us. 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