Yeah, Well...

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About the author:
Underground poet Joel Landmine was born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. He got his start at the now-defunct Tenderloin Reading Series, and has been a mainstay of the Anger Management & Revenge and Bitches' Brew Reading series. He has been a featured reader at San Francisco's Litquake festival five years running, and Oakland's Beast Crawl festival, as well as countless other Bay Area reading series. He has begrudgingly survived several near-death experiences. He lives with his cat in Oakland, CA. This is his first collection of poetry.

Yeah, Well...
 

Authored by Joel Landmine
Introduction by Joe Clifford
Cover design or artwork by SB Stokes
Edited by Ben Alexandre

I hate poetry. I usually find it self-indulgent, navel-gazing, cloying pap, an archaic art form that's long outstayed its relevance. In this brave new technological world where writing has evolved and anointed screenplay as endgame, poetry has been reduced to little more than a freakish sixth toe, as useful as an appendix.
So why am I writing the introduction to a poetry book?
Because Joel Landmine, that's why.
Since first meeting Joel, I've been mesmerized by his work. A fixture on the San Francisco literary scene for years, he's etched out a name for himself by being exactly what I wish all poetry could be. Accessible. Relevant. Poignant and unforgettable. To quote Willy Wordsworth, Joel employs the "language really used by men." (Yes, I know about the Romantic Poets; I'm not a barbarian.)
In short, in the battle of us vs. them, Joel is one of us. (If you have to ask, you are probably one of them.) Joel writes for the butchered and abandoned, the castoff and downtrodden, and is unlike any poet I have
ever read, unique in the truest sense of the word. He excels at the conversation of the lowlife, but Joel's work is steeped in the ordinary, too, infusing pop culture with philosophy, eviscerating the minutia and mundane that sometimes yields a world of riches. At least to those of us who have nothing.
Squalor paints his scene, dejection his theme-but it's love, however fleeting, bizarre, unholy, perverted or downright religious (in the strictest unorganized sense) that remedies. There is a burning love and passion that colors this work, the desire of one man to reach out in the dark and confusion to say, "Hey, baby, I'm just as fucked up as you. Let's have a smoke and compare tattoos. Then maybe later, we can get naked. Here, let me light that for you."
Now that's the kind of poetry I want to read.
Joe Clifford, author of 'Junkie Love' (Battered Suitcase Press, 2013)


Publication Date:
2014-02-02
ISBN/EAN13:
1940213932 / 9781940213934
Page Count:
124
Binding Type:
US Trade Paper
Trim Size:
6" x 9"
Language:
English
Color:
Black and White
Related Categories:
Poetry / American / General




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