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| Down Where the Hummingbird Goes to Die (Paperback - New) |
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Full blurb:
“Justin’s work is straight ahead, no bullshit and no apologies… He elevates the ordinary to the level of the extra ordinary and then brings it home again as something simple enough for the reader to appreciate and experience. These poems are the musings of a man busting the nine to five of his own crazy life somewhere in Des Moines, Iowa on the business side of the law. This is somebody with heart, a sense of humour, intellect and the rare ability to keep it easy. These are uncommon songs for the uncommon man.” – S. A. Griffin, American poet and actor.
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First page first lines:
From ‘at the wet shelter in dubuque iowa’
the gray skinned man
in the bunk
beside me
just came in
he’s swaying
like a plastic bag
in a back-alley wind
and
mumbling static
to his velcro
shoes
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Category: Poetry collection
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Author: Justin Hyde
Justin Hyde interviews himself:
Q: What remuneration have you received for your poetry?
A: A Starbucks’ card from Jack Micheline’s son and complete ostracization from my wife’s family.
Q: Why don’t you have a Myspace or blog or website?
A: Unresolved ambivalence relative to your throats and my cock.
Q: Is it true you were involved in a bar fight around 12:17am on Xmas morning.
A: Yes.
Q: General thoughts?
A: Being an existentialist doesn’t give you the right to piss on herd creatures, but it’s a good reason to drink.
Q: What is your attitude towards your parents?
A: I think they did the best they could. If I hadn’t had the childhood I did I’d probably be an accountant or civil engineer or designer of gazebos instead of a poet, so I’d like to thank them for that.
Q: Is it true you won a triathlon?
A: Yes, but that was seven years and fifty-pounds ago.
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Publisher: Tainted Coffee Press
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Reviews:
“It’s unfair to call anyone “the next Bukowski” because such comparisons always rob that particular author of their own niche. But fuck it I’m gonna do it and say Justin Hyde is ‘the next Bukowski.’… Like Buk, Hyde tells little flash fiction stories with his poems but without Buk’s huge lyrical arcs and occasional plain song. Instead, in the fashion of the times, the poems in Down Where the Hummingbird Goes To Die are much more spare.” - Paul Corman-Roberts, Guild of Outsider Writers
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| Book code: BTD004 |
| Price: GBP £ 5.00 |
| USD $ 6.00 |
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