10 • 10 • 2017
Do you remember the end? It starts with the refrigerator and goes with a compass. In between is all that's overheard, the familiar walks and express trains. How the city eats the things you put on your body.
We're very excited to publish the first installment of DoubleCross Press editor MC Hyland's most ambitious project yet, an incredible sequence of poems all about—as Hyland says—"despair and friendship and city feelings and the horrors/delights of having a body and what it feels like to live in the ongoing crisis of this anthropocene/capitocene age":
!!! The End Part One !!!
In MC Hyland's prose poems, dense as the yellow line you're supposed to stay behind, the world rushes fast and full. With friends dropping in to respond, Hyland invents a textured noticing that interrupts its jokes with grief and back again.
"Think more about your senses and less about your feelings," the poem says to itself, and it answers back: "Some people have names for the huge and terrible darkness inside them."
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Friendship is one of our favorite things, and that's why we're so excited and proud to publish the best book that has ever happened about friendship in a fucked world:
Rex Renée Leonowicz's
~~ When There Is No One
and There Is Everyone ~~
"There is no wish you were here / without you wish," say the friends keeping the sun in each other. Little church of lost accents coming back in unison, bay to river to aubade.
A collage-like mixtape of techniques and influences, When There Is No One and There Is Everyone explores how to story a self to life in an unjust world, where gentrification and intersecting oppressions play themselves out in the intimate geographies of bodies, minds, and cities.
Rex Renιe Leonowicz's debut collection of poems and illustrations is a celebration of friendship, freakdom, and what it means when people on the margins come together to rough it out in tough times.
Check this book out and stay tuned for a massive recap of Rex's August 2017 tour!
~~ Holodeck One ~~
Horses and holographs. Identity as orbit. A bricolage of psychocartography, a prism in love, poems for when the aliens finally come but only want to talk to the rocks. Holodeck One is Jessica Baer's debut chapbook, and it's a mysterious new technology. One that deweaponizes the language of self-constriction, one for all the noises that noise leaves out.
Mónica de la Torre says, "The norms limiting the sayable are as pulverized in Baer’s hands as in the poetry of Perlongher, Sarduy, Lezama Lima, Haroldo de Campos ... Witness language acquiring a propulsive force shattering the time and space divide ... Sheer verbal articulations at the limits of desire and expression, “full of trans / verse wavenoise.”"
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Don't forget about our other recent releases:
Hossannah Asuncion's Object Permanence and Ben Hersey's The Autograph of Steve Industry.
Did you feel that cold spot in the room? Did you see the cleaning through the window, another grieving ritual?
In a different neighborhood, the shroud says pamilya, pamilya. Gills itch under the patches of fiberglass, and a city comes alive in each “isolated cell of an animated beehive.”
Hossannah Asuncion’s debut collection of poetry, Object Permanence, maps between all meanings of address. Tangling the softest hands and truest questions, Asuncion holds open every automatic door, suspends all announcements of departure.
Rachel Eliza Griffiths says, “Hossannah Asuncion’s brutal cartography insists that we lose the flesh and fears we use to create borders, especially from the deepest psychic dislocations, desires, and voids within ourselves. I’m in awe of how Asuncion writes inside the nuanced marrow of intimacy.”
And Chiwan Choi says, “The poems in Object Permanence took me back to places I thought I didn’t want to return. Streets and nights and bars and beds. To lovers and death and longing. To loneliness and moments where I thought I was losing grasp of life. But somewhere, sometime, in between the first and the final brutally gorgeous piece, I learned to cherish my pain again.”
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You can hear Steve in the backyard, but you should've seen him on the porch.
Bob Seger-loving, Dunkies-sipping, warding off the backslide. His band is The Steamrollers. His wife is Saundra (for now). His daughter is Nancy, and her favorite word is shampoo or loops or whatever friggin suits her.
Through four seasons and a restless survey, Kelly’s Roast Beef and Salisbury Beach, Steve Industry leaks his heart into his harmonica solo.
Hilarious and tender, Ben Hersey’s debut novel disgorges a powerful new vision of contemporary working class New England.
Rachel B. Glaser says, “The Autograph of Steve Industry is a mind-trip between Dickens and Kid Rock.” And Laird Hunt says, “ The Autograph of Steve Industry is set now, and tells a tale of these tricky times, but there are big, older urgencies at work…’”
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There you have it. See you in the olive grove!