tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42104018351272162982024-03-13T12:02:37.078-07:00the origin of paranoia as a heated mole suitAdam Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565797788253739970noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210401835127216298.post-62634322810143242892008-11-28T08:12:00.001-08:002008-11-28T08:33:48.427-08:00<a href="http://heatedmolesuit.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-data.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273742120729259618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBhwW_rych9xKBb8IN-OK1RFJ68WIQ7y7WCYM-GYJk3Zr4RbfOaBYZWS_mrMEdjK27DU2q5FdJqOzUo_QB-B2xl9AEKqeIzpXs5p7RlfYpGDd1Vxyeey-UgT8J78Zrz8FOZDew05faA/s400/thefront.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Adam Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565797788253739970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210401835127216298.post-598078746959968002008-11-28T07:54:00.000-08:002008-11-28T10:51:15.947-08:00BOOK DATA<span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Publishing Genius Press</span><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">December 2008</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">ISBN-10: 0-9280813-0-8<br />ISBN-13: 978-0-9820813-0-3</span><br /><br />52 pages<br />5x7"<br />perfect bound<br /><br />Cover design by <a href="http://www.stephaniebarber.com/">Stephanie Barber</a>, digitized by <a href="http://secondarysound.blogspot.com/">justin sirois</a>.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Page design by Adam Robinson with thanks to Chris Toll.</span>Adam Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565797788253739970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210401835127216298.post-25430854329527210472008-11-28T07:22:00.000-08:002009-02-03T16:33:30.504-08:00BUY THIS BOOK $6 $6 $6<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">$6 + $2 shipping = $8</span>.</strong><br /><br />Please email <a href="mailto:adam@publishinggenius.com">adam -at- publishinggenius -dot- com</a> for International Orders.<br /><br />Back in stock! Books are also available at Normals in Baltimore and Bridge St Books in DC, and will be available at AWP.<br /><br /><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"><br /><input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"><br /><input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="2049840"><br /><input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_buynowCC_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt=""><br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1"><br /></form>Adam Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565797788253739970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210401835127216298.post-17652421483993458622008-11-28T07:16:00.000-08:002008-11-28T07:54:34.579-08:00BIOGRAPHICAL DATARupert Wondolowski is the author of <em>The Whispering of Ice Cubes</em>, <em>Humans Go Outside to Hurt You</em>, and a few others. His work has appeared in <em>Murdaland</em>, <em>Lost and Found Times</em>, <em>Rampike</em>, <em>Open 24 Hours</em>, <em>Fell Swoop</em>, <em>Rock Heals</em>,<em> Peek Review</em>, and numerous other literary journals. He is the editor of <em>The Shattered Wig Review</em> and host of the erratically held Shattered Wig Nights at the glorious 14 Karat Cabaret. He occasionally gets to read his work on WYPR's treasured program "The Signal" and to pass judgment on authors far more accomplished than himself in book reviews in Baltimore's <em>City Paper</em>.Adam Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565797788253739970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210401835127216298.post-16579889840596033432008-11-28T07:15:00.000-08:002008-11-28T09:30:01.856-08:00SAMPLE POEM<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Steve Fisher Continues<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I.</span><br />I wake up screaming.<br />I scream scratching the dog’s belly in bed,<br />scream seeing the third pillow has fallen to the dusty floor.<br />I scream during breakfast, wet bananas on lips.<br /><br />Shaving, I scream. I scream cleaning up the bloody mess.<br />Scream when the neighbors pound, when the police<br />come knocking.<br />I scream on the walk to work, yard ladies gyrate<br />gardening shorts,<br />Arabbers hurl eggplant torpedos at me, their horses stomp, dogs bark.<br /><br />I scream the news grotesque,<br />football game shooting in Anchorage,<br />Middle East imploding.<br /><br />I scream under Manhattan like undigested pork.<br /><br />The previous day, screaming, I crossed<br />a small lake in the countryside on a rowboat.<br />Screaming, I ate a picnic lunch, ants<br />forming a moustache above my screamhole.<br /><br />I scream quietly during a polo-shirted<br />golf match, a drink umbrella catching<br />on my sore uvula.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">II.</span><br />In the evening the sky flames up with rockets<br />as I sit down to an outdoor meal<br />with a manufacturer of dolls’ voices<br /> from Newark,<br />the fauna and wildlife and scout troop<br />suddenly a parfait of gelatin beside the yarn trees.<br /><br />For three days I can’t scream as I lay in bed<br />and listen to the dogs amidst the trees,<br />the sound of gamelan. I saw lizards<br />on the walls of my room and<br />I awoke one morning to find that the<br />lizard on the light switch was<br />nothing but the janitor’s wrinkled hand.<br /><br />Eventually I will regain<br />enough strength to put it away<br />with Percy Shelley’s heart which I’ve<br />preserved in linen all these years.Adam Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565797788253739970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210401835127216298.post-10413783396455492392008-11-28T07:12:00.000-08:002008-11-28T09:02:23.628-08:00Sample Poem #2<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>pate trenches</strong><br /></span><br />Are you making mummies to standard in a kingdom of rubber tires? There was a relationship between electricity and wetness, ringing phones and boiling pasta. I was ready to spill everything I knew, armed forces bumping fences, her earlier little bell having dropped its clapper.<br /><br />Dust was settling everywhere. The sunlight made it look like encroaching fur. Hollowed eyed consumers moved sluggishly through aisles, slumping barges bearing their ancestors’ neckmeat.<br /><br />It was the year the hair went inside.<br /><br />Gourdlike, depressive we rust in our summer chairs and like Elisha we curse the band of youths, but they are not eaten by she-bears. They call us “Shemp” and shrink to bumblebees.<br /><br />“Not a man or woman in the circus doesn’t know about you!”Adam Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565797788253739970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210401835127216298.post-50472239134555444552008-11-28T06:53:00.000-08:002008-11-28T08:56:28.947-08:00About the publisherPublishing Genius Press specializes in short books.<br /><br />They're simple but lovingly crafted, pored-over at every step in the process, and affordable. PGP aspires only to publish work of the highest quality, regardless of genre; <em>El Greed</em> is drawings, <em>Whale Box</em> is a long poem, <em>Six off 66</em> is a short story collection. Stephanie Barber's <em>These Here Separated to See How They Standing Alone</em> is a book and, check it out, a DVD.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.publishinggenius.com/">More info.</a>Adam Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13565797788253739970noreply@blogger.com