POP
POP by Chris Maday
018
Chris Maday's poems first came to our attention in the student literary magazine Pathos (a long time fixture here in Portland). There was something that reminded me of my grandfather's work. Maybe something like John Steinbeck...or was it Lou Reed?
When I started the press, I asked Chris to write a book. A few years later, he turned it in. It landed on my desk with a BOOM...or was it a POP?
FUCK.
AMERICA.
FREELY.
excerpts:
from FUCK
My god, he had the light of god in his eyes
he was
wearing
metal
glasses
from AMERICA
Ghost Dance
television
was the
campfire
of the
20th century.
from FREELY
Youth
god
bless the
backwards hat
kid hogging the
jukebox with
curiosity eyes.
