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Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Note on shipping to Canada

We are unpleasantly surprised to find it is no longer practical for us to ship our books to readers and reviewers in Canada, at least not directly from our HQ in New Jersey.

Here are the new USPS rules:

We have processed all outstanding orders, but as of today we will be refusing/refunding orders and review copies that call for shipping into Canada. We're researching some workarounds, but here's the gist:

For a typical 6-oz. poetry paperback, the shipping to Canada via First Class International Package Rate would be $9.50 US, above and beyond the $15 or $16 cover price.

Some of our books are a good deal heavier than that. Recently it cost us $16 in postage to mail a single copy of our largest book to a reviewer in Canada. To ship that book to a reader, we'd have to charge $32, double the cover price.

We can reroute review copy requests via our international printer network, but that also costs us $10 a pop. So we can't do that, like, a lot.

We are internationally distributed though, via Ingram/Lightning Source and various wholesalers. So your favorite local booksellers and online bookstores up there should be able to get the books to you that way, with much lower shipping fees.

Exception: We think the chapbooks can still squeak by as First Class International Letter Rate, unless they are over 3.5 oz. The only way to get our handmades is to order them directly. We're upset that this means some chapbooks may not be available to our readers outside the US.

But we'll keep looking into this.

In the meantime, please note that the PayPal buttons on this site do not accurately reflect this new rule, and orders placed to Canadian addresses will be refunded/rerouted as necessary. (We're about to rebuild the site and store and will address that then. Our Square store only accepts US orders anyway, per their own policy.)

Monday, May 7, 2018



Peter Davis

6 x 9 inches
236 pages
ISBN: 978-0-9965868-70

Publication date: April 2018

The fourth book of poems by Peter Davis, Band Names & Other Poems
Preorders ship in February, exclusively from Bloof Books. Retailers will begin stocking the book in mid-March.

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*NOTE: The domestic shipping charge automatically added by PayPal is for US addresses only. Square will only accept US addresses. For international shipping including Canada, contact us at sales at bloof books dot com. Postal rules have recently changed and we are unable to use First Class Mail to Canada for this item. (Check your favorite online booksellers in your home country—they can probably save you on shipping. Our books do have global distribution.)

In Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!, Peter Davis asked himself, "What would happen if poets told the whole truth about themselves and their artistic ambitions? What if every poem were stripped down to radical honesty?” In TINA he asked, "What would happen if every poem were addressed to the same person, someone not exactly a beloved?" 

This time around, Davis started not with a question but a dare as his constraint: create an endless list of band names, each plausible, spanning a variety of musical styles and eras, without exhausting the concept.

BAND NAMES & OTHER POEMS is the result of that experiment, the Oulipo-inflected descendent of Raymond Queneau’s 100,000,000,000,000 Poems, sort of, but funnier and about bands. Turns out, naming bands is a peculiar linguistic activity—they’ve got their own grammar, and a flexible form that’s as ready to satirize current events as to indulge in a really bad pun. Readers will soon find themselves visualizing and even hearing the bands: understanding how Shock Fawn differs from The Stitch Release, why Stations of the Crossbow could never share a bill with Trauma Rasta or Gretchen Retch, while Midnight in Fairy Tales opening for Paper Kate makes total sense. When Trump Wall and the Mexico Pays does a contemporary-country cover of “Foreign Scandal” by 80s punk legends Reagan’s Assassination the crowd goes unwittingly wild.

Two books in one! OTHER POEMS consists of 40 standalone pieces like “Ocean Radiator,” “The Use of Youth,” “The Future as We Planned It,” and “Succeeding in America.”  

PETER DAVIS's previous books of poetry are Hitler’s Mustache, Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!, and TINA. He writes, draws, and makes music in Muncie, Indiana, where he lives with his wife and kids and teaches at Ball State University. For more information visit

Poems from this new book have appeared in Ampersand; the Awl; the Believer; Big Bell; Columbia Poetry Review; Forklift, Ohio; Masque and Spectacle; interrupture; Juked; Omniverse; Open Letters Monthly; Poet Lore; Powder Keg; Rhino; and Sixth Finch.

Cover design for BAND NAMES & OTHER POEMS

EXCERPT (originally published in Omniverse):

Succeeding in America

It is not as if I can capture the high road simply
by mowing everyone down at the ankles. In fact,
as I try to navigate the crust, I find my desire
to spring forward is held in check my desire
to fall back. It’s like, for each and every Newton
there is an opposite Newton, say, a fig, a Wayne
who is chubby as a tween but a real fucker
on the banjo. Also, as far as showmanship goes,
it’s hard to beat a drum harder than all the
daydreaming eyes at the soda fountain or all
the twinkling cheeks at the record store. For
every black button on a lapel, there is a tiny wish
in my heart. At every hopeful talent show
the number of dance steps is the same number
of steps to my bed. In my bed, where my dreams
are cartoon surfers, I can feel the musing of
the future. I feel the skin that isn’t yours spread
across an ocean that isn’t ours. It’s like the foam
in my throat is a bubbled snake, like the vest
in my chest is a fur grenade.

THE CITY REAL & IMAGINED by CAConrad & Frank Sherlock

Cover photo by Zoe Strauss

The City Real & Imagined

CAConrad & Frank Sherlock

6 x 9 inches / 92 pages
Publication date: May 15
ISBN: 978-0-9965868-9-4

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Bloof Books is thrilled to be reissuing this book-length sequence by CAConrad and Frank Sherlock. Written collaboratively after daily walks through the streets of Philadelphia, the sequence is a natural extension of their friendship and lives as poets in a shared place. 

"This city was/is ours," says Sherlock, "as it is for everyone who lives here, loves here and hates here, for better or worse." "We met at LOVE Park each time, a dozen times total," explains Conrad. "We alternated who would lead the walk through the city, so the experiences were shared. This is a collaboration of shared absorption of Philadelphia, and not at all written in that pass-the-paper back and forth kind of way. This is collaboration on a scale of sensory trust, trust in each other's abilities, trust in what each other will provide for the day, and for the poem."

Out of print for several years, this updated edition has been completely redesigned and expanded, with a cover photo by Zoe Strauss and an afterword by Thom Donovan.


"Too often we forget about the 'human' in human geography. This book reminds us that every city is a peopled space. As Carl Sauer writes in his 'Foreword to Historical Geography,' 'We know that habitat must be referred to habit, that habit is the activated learning common to a group, and that it may be endlessly subject to change.' What Conrad and Sherlock really enliven in their book is this sense of 'activated' or 'active learning' that is (and should) be 'endlessly subject to change.' Cities change. Places change. 'Oh bondage up / yours. We echo this in different languages.'"
 —erica kaufman, Jacket2

"In The City Real & Imagined a polyphony of voices speak through Conrad’s and Sherlock's exchanges. Or, to be more specific, Conrad and Sherlock speak with these voices; such voices are not just ethnographic curiosities but come from people the poets see around, talk with, and with whom they share a conversation. Through this conversation with Philadelphia’s neglected, Conrad and Sherlock argue for an open public discourse against American hermeticism." 
—Thom Donovan, Poetry Foundation

"Their works, their lines are made as if
written and photographed
by the street itself
as if the street had eyes (which would be Zoe's lens)
and tongues to speak in honest spurts,
which would be Conrad's contrarian joy bursts
and which would be Frank's calibrated quirks,
the lurks and twists of his combinations:
the pretzel vendor, the 10 dollar T-shirts,
the project roof,
the guy who pushes
that metal-filled shopping cart—
their writing, their art
intertwining, to manifest the frankest proof
of the real, to state and articulate un-conned truth." 
—Rachel Blau DuPlessis (read the rest)

About the authors

CAConrad is the author of 9 books of poetry and essays, the latest is titled While Standing in Line for Death (Wave Books, 2017). A recipient of a Pew Fellowship in the Arts for Literature, they also received the Believer Magazine Book Award and the Gil Ott Book Award. CA is currently working on a (Soma)tic poetry ritual titled, "Resurrect Extinct Vibration," which investigates effects the vibrational absence of recently extinct species has on the body of the poet and the poems. They teach regularly at the Sandberg Art Institute in Amsterdam, and their books, essays, films, interviews, rituals and other publications can be found online at

Frank Sherlock is the author of Space Between These Lines Not Dedicated, Over Here, The City Real & Imagined (w/ CAConrad), and a collaboration with Brett Evans entitled Ready-to-Eat Individual. Poems beyond the page have found their forms in installations, performances, and exhibitions, including Organize Your Own: The Politics & Poetics of Self-Determination. He is a 2013 Pew Fellow and 2014–15 Poet Laureate of Philadelphia.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

26 I can't quite figure out how to use Slack tonight but I'll move there tomorrow

Map Legend

comfort, the deep kind,
that doesn’t always reach you
but is often streaming toward you

where one lives and rests;
a matted area;
a pause or omission in a story

an attempt, carefully measured and painted;
a modification made for everyone’s safety

a serif font

Gold River:
a town that forms from wear like a blister

Scissors and cured rubber:
the telling

Button, red:
a girl, sudden, or a sudden girlishness

window light from across a field that you’ve wound around 
a clump of your hair

Button, silver:
a tooth fallen out of the mouth of the problem;
a clean beginning, cauterized and healing;
a girlish glint of wetness at the ends of a man’s hair

A Woman:
a wick; a man; a candle

A Man:
a candle; a woman; a wick;
a woman who cools quickly

Gold River:
a town where the houses are holes cut out of the fabric
so the light can shine through

an extreme form of counting;
the opposite of counting

Gold River:
a dying river with restored flow

Gold River:
the last minutes of sleeplessness 
in which you seem to have solved the problem;
the layer of fat that seals and preserves the meat in a container

Gold River:
a disaster left off the list of disasters;
a disaster that flips a switch and turns on other disasters;
a disaster that shines when polished and set out on a tray with other disasters


If There Is One Girl, There Must Be Two

Because the morning had another side.
On this side,
a field rolled in pleasure.
On the other side,
a quiet yard pooled around a grand house.
Our girl, the one who was flecked throughout
like a mineral in the field, saw another girl
forming in the seriousness and good fortune
on the other side.
The other girl was taller, blonder,
and her mouth was being pried open by the sun.
Our girl, the one who was repeated like fence post,
felt the sun take her face in its chemical hand.
It pressed words onto their tongues one by one:
If. I. Break. Open.
It’s. Only. So. You. Can. Crawl. Out. 
Like twin ridges,
the girls stood above a river that flowed
with the unending blood of lonely people.
They grew sick of holding it in, though.
and the windows nearby slowly darkened 
because houses are our only reservoirs. 

It was a long afternoon.
The girls invented at least 7 other rivers. 
They tried to swim to one another 
across the river of embodiment,
but it was a leaden river and they sank.
They dove into the river of sameness 
but were cut in half or erased.
They gave up at dusk like we all do.
Our girl picked at a loose thread on her dress 
that unraveled the blonde girl’s hemline.
It was time for dinner on both sides, 
but no one moved.
Our girl tugged harder at the thread
and the blonde girl’s lower lip pulled down.
She said, the windows you sent
have begun charring my little house, but slowly,
much more slowly
than whatever it is that’s happening to you.