Poetry. Collaboration.This book continues a conversation between Brett Evans and Chris Shipman that was begun at a shared reading in Vicksburg, Mississippi, and (unbeknownst at the time) prequeled by the fact that both poets shared a common teacher, Roger Kamenetz, who taught them separately across a 25-year span. It’s a book about the process of writing and the process of life. Being that the two stooge bards are writing in New Orleans, they must needs throw things at you, the reader. We hope to capture the immediacy of an intimate conversation spreading beyond ourselves. It’s about city living in these demesnes, this American circumstance, this allover sinking into the Ocean. It’s shallow and deep, silly-antic and meaningful, with (we dearly hope) enough rough bling in the beadwork to make it also pretty and fun. Please take it in and share with us — as bitters lash the glass or the trees bend to the breeze — what we need to do to be better poets and better human beings.
EvansShipmann have merged to form a durable romantic monster with one big clear voice, scarifying at times as poetic monsters should be, but also amiable amidst the ruins of New Orleans. In this "Land of the Living" ouija is a verb and cockroaches with fuzzball sidecars avert an open death sentence by pure mercy of a vibrant line. Among "the monsters / who pass for boring citizens" ChrisBrett's monster book of wit & wisdom rolls down Almonaster Boulevard barely averting a lucrative accident with Morris Bart's Bag of Donuts amid all the "fucking folly of man." The unreal surrealism of New Orleans has found its double mouth and quadruple ear so let's dance "losing dog" while we still all have four legs.Author City: NEW ORLEANS, LA USA