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jambandbootleg
by Paul Siegell
You're at your computer. Tickets are a tense, electrifying few seconds from going on sale. Eyeing the time, you're hitting "Refresh," and elsewhere, all your friends are doing the exact same thing. That's Paul Siegell's jambandbootleg. A widespread, high-spirited head rush. Desperation, fretfulness‹all out life-leaping. "The party starts in the parking lot," indeed. With poems shaped like a guitar, the American flag, even a Golgi apparatus, Paul's monumental artworks could easily transform into posters. His is a poetry of exploration, heart and astonishment. Simply put: read Paul Siegell's music. Read it as if listening to the most banging bootleg.
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Treatise
by Noah Cicero
This is a book about a man that decides to live differently. But when he decides to live differently he notices that there a million ways to live. He sees the lives of the rich, blue-collar, poor, the drunk and charitable. He concludes by making his own version of life.
In Treatise, Noah Cicero says that we cannot blame a rich person for wanting more, for outsourcing, or starting a war to get oil because we ALL want more. That inside the human mind is nothingness, and because it is nothingness, we are always lacking, therefore always desiring more. Sartre explained it like that, and Nietzsche explained it as The-Will-to-Power.
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Burning Babies
by Noah Cicero
Ignore these searing, naked tales of a lost America at your own risk. These are the brutal images of Her discarded children - the marginalized lives they lead and the desperate adults they become. They are a warning, a protest, a scream from the darkness by one of the country's boldest, most original young writers - Youngstown, Ohio's Noah Cicero.
Noah Cicero says that he wrote Burning Babies naked in his living room during a hot global warming July. He would write a line, then punch a wall, write another line, then cut himself, sometimes he would prank call his own mother during the writing, he would call, and scream "Bitch, you've ruined my life!" And hang up. Then write another line.
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