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VILE LILT by Nada Gordon Nada Gordon’s Vile Lilt maximizes reader joy. Replete with a thousand new words, outrageous images and ornamental excess, Vile Lilt tilts
at and topples our literary expectations into a brackish puddle where
countless, unfettered beings enter and engage our bodies and minds.
Gagging we sit up with the realization that we're in the presence of
new poetry; Vile Lilt takes the reader elsewhere. "In my mind there's a dream-world where
ornament, agon, & lyric have fused to make a wonderland, bristling
with intellect, that goes rippling through me like a fetid &
brocaded bolt of rainbow silk. Then I remember, oh right, the world
that I'm dreaming of is sung into being by Nada Gordon, year by year,
& now, with exemplary turbulence, here in this book. As a livid
riposte to dry piety, these poems puncture the old stolid habits. As a
wild embrace of what's possible in writing, they open an extravagant
horizon. For me, when I'm reading these 'versus,' the dreams that I
dream really do come true." Nada Gordon was born in Oakland in 1964 and has lived in Bolinas, San Francisco, Tokyo, and Brooklyn. Her seven books of poetry include Vile Lilt and Scented Rushes from Roof Books. A founding member of the Flarf Collective, she has performed widely in the USA and abroad. She teaches English as a Foreign Language at Pratt Institute and is at work on a holographic memoir. 114 pages $14.95 |
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SCENTED RUSHES by Nada Gordon If all the feelings of love could be
expressed in one place, we would be reading Nada Gordon’s Scented
Rushes. In the very public romances of Nada Gordon, this book of
yearning stands out as poetry. The writing, word for word, intensifies
our senses stimulating a languor of lushness against the grain of the
towering lover and the elusive beloved. The poems refresh desire. 104 pages $13.95 |
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FOLLY by Nada Gordon "It would be folly to praise this book
and folly not to. Nada Gordon is on her way to inventing a new type of
poetry in which Pre-Rephaelitism meets Zeppo Marx while doing the hokey
pokey to a fox trot beat. Wit and lyric exuberance are a means to an
end that refuses to name itself. Trips, trespass, and trepidation rule
this universe of hopeful play and endearing insouciance. The world
grows dark but here are songs to keep us from losing our lights." 121 pages $13.95 |
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