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Sunday, November 20, 2016

Sympathetic Nervous System by Jackie Clark (free ebook PDF)



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Printed copies of this chapbook are sold out, but the full text is also included in our six-in-one paperback chapbook compilation volume, BOUND: The First Array.

We have several more free PDF chapbooks to release, very soon! There are several already available on our site.



Monday, November 14, 2016

Collage poems by Sandra Simonds (free PDF ebook)



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Sandra Simonds is the author of six books of poetry: Orlando (forthcoming, Wave), Further Problems with Pleasure (forthcoming, Akron), Steal It Back (Saturnalia), The Sonnets (Bloof), Mother Was a Tragic Girl (Cleveland), and Warsaw Bikini (Bloof). Her poems have been included in the Best American Poetry 2015 and 2014 and have appeared in many literary journals, including Poetry, the American Poetry Review, the Chicago Review, Granta, Boston ReviewPloughshares, Fence, Court Green, and Lana Turner. She lives in Tallahassee, Florida and is an assistant professor of English and Humanities at Thomas University in Thomasville, Georgia. 

This untitled chapbook of collage poems is an bonus addition to the 2016 series from Bloof Books. Handmade copies were created and distributed by the poet in September 2016, followed by this digital release by Bloof in November 2016.

ACCESSIBILITY STATEMENT: A text-only version of this chapbook with image descriptions is available on request. Please email info at bloof books dot com to request it. 

Bloof Books Chapbook Series

ISSN 2373- 1648 Online
This is the electronic edition
November 2016

We have several more free PDF chapbooks to release, very soon! There are several already available on our site.




Sunday, November 13, 2016

scenes from the lives of my parents by Pattie McCarthy (free ebook PDF)



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Printed copies of this chapbook are sold out, but the full text is also included in our six-in-one paperback chapbook compilation volume, BOUND: The First Array.

We have several more free PDF chapbooks to release, very soon! There are several already available on our site.



Thursday, November 10, 2016

I Hate Telling You How I Really Feel by Nikki Wallschaleger (free ebook PDF)



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Color cover & interior




Since these poems are designed to be memes, we have also released them individually as .jpg files. Please feel free to share them, with credit to Nikki (and a link where possible).

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And remember: Nikki's book of sonnets, Crawlspace, is forthcoming from Bloof in Spring 2017! More about that here.

Printed copies of this chapbook are sold out, limited to a run of 150 copies released earlier this year. We may have limited swag from this book (posters, postcards, etc.) as we approach the release of Nikki's new book.

ACCESSIBILITY STATEMENT: A text-only version of this chapbook with image descriptions is available on request. Please email info at bloof books dot com to request it. 

We have several more free PDF chapbooks to release, very soon! There are several already available on our site.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

EMPIRE WASTED by Becca Klaver


Empire Wasted
now available for preorder!

Ships in October. 


We are thrilled to bring you this perfect-for-an-election-year-at-the-end-of-the-world new book from one of our favorite poets, Becca Klaver.

"Empire Wasted is an astonishing book, anthemic in its catchiness and the power of its arguments. From the suite of 'Decade Zero,' the years so vacant they don’t even have a name, and the concomitant attraction of the very dreariest productions of the 90s, through to the neo-di Prima fervor of the revolutionary letters, it hits all the right notes." —Kevin Killian

Preorder for $12 + free shipping. That's $7 off. (Reg. $16 + $3 shipping.) 
$16 + $3 shipping

Plus, the first 50 orders come with a limited-edition postcard set featuring poems and excerpts from the book.
Becca Klaver is the author of the poetry collections LA Liminal (Kore Press, 2010) and Empire Wasted (Bloof Books, forthcoming 2016), and several chapbooks. She's the cohost of the Real Wives of Bohemia podcast with comedian Lauren Besser, and the curator of a new series of Tiny Talks currently underway at Berl's Brooklyn Poetry Shop. (More.)
 

One of the limited-edition postcards

More about EMPIRE WASTED


Think of the empire waist as a dress with a lot of breathing room, in which the body can move within ample space while still remaining hidden. A comparably generous poetics suffuses Becca Klaver’s Empire Wasted, a collection that aims to fashion for the world new space to move inside. Using technology as an instrument to stitch together materials as disparate as tweets and autobiography, this book pays homage to schools it has inherited while thrusting dizzyingly into its own brainy vortex.

Empire Wasted metabolizes the twentieth century into the fashionable neons of a numbing regime. In a fit of collage, the Internet speaks from its most comfortable of media troll outfits, Manhattan gleams in apocalyptic shine and false prophecy, and the 90s deploy a feminist artillery of bell-bottoms, Discmans, and snapping barrettes. As readers, we witness a poetry that shimmies away from its capitalist, patriarchal heirs in favor of a feminist documentary lyric, a poetry that opts to stay in its room all night with Frank O’Hara, Bernadette Mayer, and Reality Bites rather than reenter the party booming below.

Sample poems 


From "Decade Zero"at Sink Review

Announcement! We're doing another book with Peter Davis in 2017.


The future rocks so hard. BAND NAMES by Peter Davis is joining CRAWLSPACE by Nikki Wallschlaeger on our 2017 list, scheduled for fall. More about this to come!

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Forthcoming in 2017: Crawlspace by Nikki Wallschlaeger

Crawlspace by Nikki Wallschlaeger

Bloof is thrilled to announce the first book in our 2017 lineup: CRAWLSPACE by Nikki Wallschlaeger. We have already had the pleasure of working with Nikki on her graphic chapbook, I Hate Telling You How I Really Feel, and we can't wait to bring this new book to you next spring. 

The second book by the author of Houses, CRAWLSPACE collects thirty-six pieces built on the foundation of the sonnet, ranging in length from fourteen lines to longer works stacking multiple sonnets into linked sequences. CRAWLSPACE deepens and extends the house metaphor from Wallschlaeger's first book, while opening up more initmate and sometimes darker intellectual territory. Where Houses explored the mental/emotional/physical sheltered spaces in which we live out and construct our lives, Crawlspace explores the the more constricted spaces, the tighter concealed passages running above and below. These sonnets aim to be "very very fraught with you." 

Publication is scheduled for April 2017. Advance copies will be available in February (in time for AWP). To reserve a review copy or invite Nikki to do a reading in the spring, contact Shanna Compton: info at bloof books dot com.


"Form is everywhere & it’s useless to deny it, so I like to play with the illusion of having control. This is from a series of sonnets that I’ve placed into small buildings, but since the bank owns the buildings that I move in, I am only paying mortgage. We have an understanding. The sonnet has agreed to the task of my subversions, that the security guard is on a permanent lunch break so we can get inside. A window that is open on the top floor? A claw in the painting? These are my micro-victories against hegemony."



Nikki Wallschlaeger is the author of Houses (Horse Less, 2015), and the chapbooks I Hate Telling You How I Really Feel (Bloof, 2016) and I Would Be the Happiest Bird (Horse Less, 2014). She is currently at work on a book of sonnets called Crawlspace, some of which can be found in the Brooklyn RailFanzineElective Affinities, the Account, the Inquisitive Eater, and elsewhere. www.nikkiwallschlaeger.com

Excerpts & Media

Poems from Crawlspace have appeared in the Brooklyn Rail, P-Queue, TheThe Poetry Blog, the Account, Fanzine, Elective Affinities, Dusie, the Philadelphia Review, Quaint Magazine, the Enemy, the Inquisitive Eater, the Poetry Project Newsletter & elsewhere.


Sonnet (36)

Face me in your sonnets so I can permanently grieve
is really what the roses say to the antebellum purling 
dogtags of myself. It’s one of our common flowers
along with the gardenia, violet, & heady geranium
leaning into a postcard advertising vintage weedkiller.
It makes it difficult to approach the crowd with love,
I turn an unnatural whip of red like a baboon’s crypt.
Whether or not they like it depends on their versions
of paternalistic stylecraft, the jetskis they rode in on
red and black girls grown for their gutted waterpetals.
Afterwards I hear their toasts while I pour champagne
to health and happiness. I trip on a slab of calf muscle,
the grooms giving the essential lists of panting warning
It is the big gulp of seaworld sacraments I have sampled


when they asked me to be a bridesmaid in topos red tulle,
the families who have grown me out of hysterical divide.
I have been their servant. I’ve listened to their decimations
of languor, that slow cookin is always the best way to unite.
I’ve been pregnant before and I will be wrecked pregnant 
again: heavier with the tree slits of Mary Turner’s baby
who sings of rapturous hexes oiled by the truly innocent.
These Dostoyevskian friends, what can you say to them
who choose the inconsequential as their primary crime.
Like the good shigella drugged citizens that they are,
they handwax the long calvacade of cars with Jackie O
fibroids, the journeymen specializing in overseeing
plant lacuna switches & steel workboots that massacre
babies not ready to be born w/ tinted glass is my belly


all the babies covered in secret eyes blinking for our nights
running with their infant infareds, flashing through the paths.
We are in hiding. We make pot roast sandwiches for senators
as I trace my eyes down to the documents being fabricated
over their lunch hours I know I will have to wipe down this
table when they finish. A newspaper asks,” How many words
can you make out of the word arrogate?” next to a crossword
puzzle about cinema noir. How much of it can be destroyed
if it’s designed to kill you cuz Baldwin says here it comes again
when you’ve already been walking for miles, talkin back to cops
and your voice gets auto-tuned swelled with dripping generations
of statesmen. By the glow of mycelium lakes who are connecting
the old growth trees for shelter: We, as marked women transform
ourselves. We are the wood violets and roses stretching in the rain.