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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

COMING SOON! The Dead Girls Speak in Unison by Danielle Pafunda

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The Dead Girls Speak in Unison

Danielle Pafunda

ISBN: 978-0-9965868-6-3
5 x 7 | $15
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84 pages

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Publication date: April 2017

A second redesigned & updated edition of The Dead Girls Speak in Unison by Danielle Pafunda is now available for preorder from Bloof Books. The Dead Girls Speak in Unison is Danielle Pafunda's sixth collection of poems. Two of Danielle's other books are also available from Bloof: My Zorba and Natural History Rape Museum.

"Danielle Pafunda abolishes the stereotype of prissy, dainty girls in her thrilling poetry collection The Dead Girls Speak in Unison. Set in a surrealistic underworld, takes on the collective voice of empowered female corpses and ironically uses quaint language and structure to describe the true nature of women. […] Pafunda’s collection leaves readers craving more of its 'rotten pages.' 'If you’re looking for something pretty,' don’t look here. Verse, Brittany Capps 

"We don’t often see choral speakers, but speaking in unison gives these 'girls' collective presence, forcing us to face gender violence. [T]he girls gain a certain power in this…raw girls who bypass maturity, who are as rank and offensive as possible. These unrefined girls are deeply unsettling." The Plot, Heidi Czerwiec

Where’s our deady daddy?
Where’s our dear dead
dada man?

We’re all dolled up.
We’re curls and pearls
and ruffled pants.

We’ve tacked our skin
back ontobones, and hissing
roaches at our throats.

Gemless, rigged.
We’re daddy’s girls
we’re apples

pierced through
the heart, the socket
where the heart

or the eye once was.
We’ve his eyes, in fact
his expression fixed

a fix, a needle
dropping down
a syringe full of seed

straight into the cavity

or this bombed-out hide.
About the author: 

Danielle Pafunda is the author of The Dead Girls Speak in Unison (Bloof Books, 2017), Natural History Rape Museum (Bloof Books, 2013), Manhater (Dusie Press, 2012), Iatrogenic: Their Testimonies (Noemi Press, 2010), My Zorba (Bloof Books, 2008), Pretty Young Thing (Soft Skull Press, 2005), and the chapbooks Cram (Essay Press, 2015) and When You Left Me in the Rutted Terrain of Our Love at the Border, Which I Could Not Cross, Remaining a Citizen of this Corrupt Land (Birds of Lace, 2014). Her poems have appeared in three editions of The Best American Poetry and have been anthologized in Beauty is a Verb: The Poetics of Disability (Cinco Puntos Press, 2011),   Gurlesque: The New Grrly, Grotesque, Burlesque Poetics (Saturnalia Books, 2010), Not for Mothers Only: Contemporary Poems on Child-Getting & Child Rearing (Fence Books, 2007), Hick Poetics (Lost Roads Press, 2015) and Please Excuse This Poem: 100 Poets for the Next Generation (Penguin, 2015). 

Monday, January 23, 2017

COMING SOON! Crawlspace by Nikki Wallschlaeger

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CRAWLSPACE by Nikki Wallschlaeger
Publication date: May 2017
ISBN: 978-0-9965868-5-6
6 x 9 / 80 pages
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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.

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 May 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.

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. 

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

NEW! The Rest Is Censored by K. Lorraine Graham


The Rest Is Censored
K. Lorraine Graham
ISBN: 978-0-9965868-3-2
5.5 x 8.5
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106 pages

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A second edition of The Rest Is Censored by K. Lorraine Graham is forthcoming from Bloof Books. This book was very briefly released by another press last year, but our new edition has been totally redesigned and corrected, and we are treating it as a new release to ensure it receives the readership it deserves.

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"Lay the pieces of languaged life of your, next to one another, they were moved from, they moved, me. If I don't misunderstand you, KLG, you are coding these pieces of languaged, life, as poetry. It is very good poetry. I think, of poets who bring a day, into the poem—Leslie Scalapino, Larry Eigner, Joanne Kyger—Lorraine Graham on a bus in California—and I am given pause, is changing, misunderstanding can, get to, life through, this." —CATHERINE WAGNER


"K. Lorraine Graham’s The Rest Is Censored also takes a look at the day and what one does to get through it. And it captures concern of not wanting what is expected: 'Wake up in a panic / about real estate / about not wanting it.' It also captures a life lived variously, which includes panic as well as connection to others and beauty.' 
"The wide-ranging exploration of a life reminded me that there are so many others (perhaps all poets?) who are trying to figure out how to live, and while they may not arrive at any answers, the journey is well worth it. 
"The Rest Is Censored reminds me of Fanny Howe’s essay 'Bewilderment,' where she offers one possible definition of the lyric: '[I]t is a method of searching for something that can't be found. It is an air that blows and buoys and settles. It says, "Not this, not this," instead of, "I have it."' Howe describes serial poems as spirals, and writes of the spiral-walker, '[T]here is no plain path, no up and down, no inside or outside. But there are strange returns and recognitions and never a conclusion.' Poetry makes sense to me for this reason: it is willing to raise questions and be happy to not arrive at answers."


K. Lorraine Graham is the author of Terminal Humming (Edge Books, 2009), My Little Neoliberal Pony (Insert Blanc, 2013), and The Rest Is Censored (Bloof Books, 2017). She lives in Washington, DC.