Rising
by Farrah Field
Four Way Books

 

Hot damn I'm a sucker for a killer book cover. And Farrah Field's Rising has one of my favorite covers of all time. All. Time. But what makes the cover so damn perfect is what's beneath it: a stack of poems hell-bent on plugging hot peppers down your throat like they were nickels and you were a loaded slot machine. You take these poems in, something's gonna come pouring out of you.

Imagine you're seventeen. Imagine you're seven. Imagine you're all grown up and tell me, what the fuck is "all grown up"?

This is the part where I don't tell you what these poems are, what they are a combination of, or how elegy and/or colloquialism is, perhaps, "something fancy words something." I'd rather read the poems to you over the telephone. We will become a tornado, which is a weapon, which is a body.

Let's say you are jet fuel. Let's say Rising is a Trans-Am. Do the math. Get in it.

 

Nate / 6.25.2010

 

 

 

So you have the first book from TEAM SAD, right? There are ~25 copies remaining.

 

How about the second book, OK, Goodnight?

 

The third collab, Feelings Using Wolves, is forthcoming from the deliriously majestic Small Fires Press.

 

Sometimes the stars die. Sometimes you are beautiful.

 

 

Nate / 6.24.2010