STUPID CITY

$14.00

by Malok

2015. 6x8.5, 246 pages
ISBN-10: 1-936687-24-0 | ISBN-13: 978-1936687-24-4

250 new poems by the unacknowledged Master of the Unknown Universe

The sheer exuberance of Malok’s language, the way it veers wildly along its own rhythmic propulsion, its “EEP!”s and “OOP!”s, its spider dust slime and its super-expressive neologisms (“…it’s all hink and they know it” –– “the surface jibbies moan and slash their tendrils, urk!”), its Isidore-Ducasse-on-orange-sunshine malodorous verve –who can resist its accelerations and abrupt hard-left-turns into the great electrified rainbow of verbal generosity?

Give in, give in to this pinwheel worldview. You’ll never regret it.

“In human terms, I said what...? Ecstasy."

—Maria Damon

"Dwelling beyond any singular human perspective, Malok is a matrix of direct experience, a sequence of channels opening on the infinite reaches of a cosmos exploding with light, life and intelligence. He creates his fiercely disembodied poetry out of the everyday ectoplasm of cheeseburgers and sputtering radio waves, biology and mysticism. It's all so effortless and painful and ripe at the threshold of epiphany.

START LIFE AGAIN!

The aroma of blood...do nothing!

He's been at it since God was a boy and this new collection is further evidence that he still has his hands on the throttle of our distorted DNA. Malok begins where Beat left off and the Surrealists fear to tread, where science trembles and prophets go blind. There is nothing more brutal and beautiful."

—Jake Berry 12.17.14

"Trained by Poet Master Charles Bronson, Malok does not recognize the sovereignty of sentence boundaries. He stakes his claim on any noun, verb, adjective, pronoun, or preposition unwitting enough to cross over, and he rubs their faces in flaming invective. Do not tread lightly in these poems. If you do, call 911 as soon as you can reach a phone, any phone, working or not. You'll know why."

—Crag Hill

"The sheer exuberance of Malok’s language, the way it veers wildly along its own rhythmic propulsion, its “EEP!”s and “OOP!”s, its spider dust slime and its super-expressive neologisms (“…it’s all hink and they know it” —“the surface jibbies moan and slash their tendrils, urk!”), its Isidore-Ducasse-on-orange-sunshine malodorous verve—who can resist its accelerations and abrupt hard-left-turns into the great electrified rainbow of verbal generosity?

Give in, give in to this pinwheel worldview. You’ll never regret it."

“In human terms, I said what...? Ecstasy.”

—Mara Patricia Hernandez

"The Malok book is great. It's a refreshing detour from my usual reading. Had me laughing in a lot of places and in deep thoughts about social degradation in others. What a mind this dude has.”

—Fred Whitehead

Stupid City

Price: $14.00