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From the cow fields of Connecticut to the streets of San Francisco,
Joe Clifford's Junkie Love traverses the lost highways of America,
down the rocky roads of mental illness to the dead ends of
addiction. Based on Clifford's own harrowing experience with drugs
as a rock 'n' roll wannabe in the 1990s, the book draws on the best
of Kerouac & the Beats, injecting a heavy dose of pulp fiction
as it threads a rollicking narrative through a doomed love
triangle, lit up by the many strange characters he meets along the
way. Part road story, part resurrection tale, Junkie Love finds a
way to laugh in one's darkest hour, while never abandoning its
heart in search of a home.
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Yeah, Well... (Paperback)
Joe Clifford; Illustrated by Sb Stokes; Edited by Ben Alexandre
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R349
Discovery Miles 3 490
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Ships in 10 - 15 working days
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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)
After being cleared of his wife's murder, Todd Norman returns to
her small Connecticut hometown in order to finish building their
dream house by the lake. He is eager to restart his life and cast
aside any remaining suspicious...but all of that is dashed when a
young woman's body washes up on the beach next door. When Tracy
Somerset, divorced mother from the small town of Covenant, CT,
meets a handsome stranger in a midnight Wal-Mart, she has no idea
she is speaking with Todd Norman, the former Wall Street financier
dubbed "The Banker Butcher" by the New York tabloids. The following
morning, on the beach by Norman's back-under-construction
lakehouse, another young woman's body is discovered. Sheriff Duane
Sobczak's investigation leads him to town psychiatrist Dr. Meshulum
Bakshir, whose position at a troubled girls' group home a decade
ago yields disturbing ties to several local, prominent players,
including a radical preacher, a disgraced politician, a
down-and-out PI-and Sobczak's own daughter. Unfolding over the
course of New England's distinct four seasons, The Lakehouse is a
domestic psychological thriller about the wayward and marginalized,
the lies we tell those closest to us, and the price of forbidden
love in an insular community where it seems everyone has a story to
tell-and a past they prefer stay buried.
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