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Monday, November 28, 2022

Two Recent Releases: Kevin Tosca VENGEANCE and FIST FUCKED reviewed by Jason Gerrish



Vengeance is a 24-page, single-story chapbook by Kevin Tosca, published by Two Key Customs in May this year. The story begins in a small apartment, a quarter mile from the Holland Tunnel. Max and Carol, a married couple, wake to the threatening sound of a flock of black birds that have taken over the chestnut tree just outside their open window. 

There is little summary or backstory. The characters of Max and Carol and the dynamics of their relationship are revealed gradually through dialogue. The plot too progresses very naturally through the couple’s conversations. 

Max is clearly more distracted and threatened by the unexpected invasion of birds. He studies them through the open window as if he is watching the January 6thinsurrection on CNN. Carol is also preoccupied. It is the couples only day off, and Carol is fixated on enjoying the one day they have together. She wants to wake up slowly, make morning love, go shopping, get drinks and watch the Mets game. Her character is determined to meet these expectations and her long-term goals are made obvious as well. Carol wants a baby. Max, however, is not so sure they are ready to start a family.

“You can’t hear this? This accusation? This threat?” The birds’ “music” sounded like a sadistic mass of helter-skelter screeching. “Is this one of those female selectivity whatchamacallits you’re always lecturing me about?”

     “Come on, don’t get bitchgrumpy. It’s our only day off. Seduce me, turn the radio on, you can even put on Morrison Hotel…”

The strength of the dialogue and the clear division of the piece into six scenes give this narrative an almost movie-like or play-like quality. It is a short story, but with the constant, humorous exchanges of Max and Carol it also reads like a theatrical battle of the sexes. 

The following is from the fourth scene, after Carol returns from shopping and finds that two of the black birds are occupying the couple’s bathroom and there are crumbs of food all over the table and floor.

     “You tried to feed them, didn’t you?”

     “I wouldn’t call it ‘feeding’ per se.”

     “Have a wonderful life,” she said.

     “Oh no,” Max said, blocking her path, “no way. We’re in this avian shitstorm together. You signed up, remember? Pledged allegiance to my flag.”

     “Gross lapse of reason.”

     “Besides this is what it’s all about. This is one of the moments.”

     “Did you start drinking without me?”

     “Just a nip.”

     “Are you ever going to impregnate me?”

While the problems that the birds cause for the couple exist throughout the story, it is quickly understood that Tosca intended the dilemma to be symbolic. Vengeance is more about the relationship of Max and Carol, the urgency Carol feels to become pregnant, and the fear Max has trouble expressing about starting a family at this time. He isn’t ready, and now with the birds, it doesn’t feel safe.

There is an obvious subversion of traditional gender roles in Vengeance. Max is helpless when it comes to dealing with the dilemma of the birds, while Carol is hell bent on solving the problem and putting an end to Max’s nonsense. And if Max would have simply shut the window, as Carol asks him to at the start of the story, their only day off together could have been much less eventful, even pleasant. 

It seems Max requires some distraction from domestic life, like the problem of the birds provides meaning to his existence. There is evidence of this in the third scene when Carol has gone shopping and left Max at home with the birds.

     In Macy’s Carol received this text: We’ve got PROBLEMS!!!

     That was it. All he sent, all he would send, having argued – for years – that such minimalist, muddy, mildly frightening texts added the spice and mystery necessary to conjure life’s magic.

For Max, the birds are “the vanguard of the animal revolution”and they have come for revenge. This seems highly fanciful, but it is coming from Max whose dealings with the birds can be seen as irrational, sparked by fear and fueled by anxiety and superstitions. 

What the problem of the birds represents to Carol is entirely different, and there is a reason she is more prepared to deal with them. It is curious that Carol is the only woman in the story. There are only men in the barroom when they go to watch the Mets, and the Mets too are a team of men. Even the sex of the birds is only identified as male.

As for the vengeance the title refers to, you’ll have to read the book to find out. You can still buy a copy from Two Key Customs: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1231463083/vengeance-short-story-by-kevin-tosca




Kevin Tosca’s Fist Fucked is a single-story chapbook published by Between Shadows Press earlier this year (2022). The cover is simple, red with black print, displaying the title, author, and a U.S. Dollar sign caught in the crosshairs of a firearm scope.

The narrator of Fist Fucked is an unnamed member of the Brewtopia restaurant staff. His persona is deliberately insignificant, and the story begins by labeling his insignificance as well as the worthlessness of his fellow employees:

US: twenty-five degenerate – petty thieves, alcoholics, drug addicts and dealers, porno fiends, strip club experts, foul-mouthed misogynists, masturbators, bloodlusters, deadbeats, dropouts, losers, liars, hoodlums, cowards, suicide machines.

Tosca’s use of biting, bitter language and sarcasm fuel the energy in Fist Fucked, further exposing the lack of value and success experienced by the exhausted narrator and kitchen staff. 

…when you look around at the hundred plus faces (servers, bussers, bartenders, hosts and hostesses included) belonging to your fellow employees and see an army of the bored, the stupid, the insane – a legion of twenty-first century slaves – most decked out in a similarly ragged and pathetic stage of inebriation.

The story peaks with a pointless, monthly staff meeting that occurs early Saturday morning and ends in violence. The real violence, however, is disclosed later by one of the younger staff members the narrator has come to trust.

This chapbook is a short, riveting read. A rant dedicated to the ghosts of kitchens past. Tosca’s first-person, stream-of-consciousness prose forces this piece down your gullet and hands you the bill. 


 Learn more about Kevin Tosca here: http://www.kevintosca.com/books.html

Tuesday, February 22, 2022

New Release: George Douglas Anderson THE FACTORY OF ECCENTRIC POETICS (Holy & Intoxicated Publications, 2021) 20 pages


In this new chapbook, Anderson veers away from his usual narratives & portraits. The poetry here is more abstract. It includes many found and cut & paste poems, sometimes influenced by his students. The front cover is beautifully illustrated by the Swedish writer and artist Henry Denander. 

 

Find Jason Gerrish’s recent interview about the chap here: 

 

https://georgedanderson.blogspot.com/2022/01/jason-garish-interviews-george-douglas.html

 


A couple of blurbs about the chapbook:

 

 The Factory of Eccentric Poetics

George Douglas Anderson

 

Poets, are mostly cowardly, that is, once a poet hits on a form/style to comfortably put their words across, they dig a hole and jump into it: (myself included) it feels safe and secure.

 

George Douglas Anderson digs tunnels and you never know where the tunnels will be taking you, until you are there: as a Small Press Publisher, when I request and receive a manuscript from George, I know one thing for certain, it will be quality: ‘The Factory of Eccentric Poetics’ is exactly that: from the hazy, ghostly cover art work from the ever brilliant Henry Denander, depicting a trumpet playing jazz musician, drowning in a flush and array of uplifting colours, to the final poem, ‘The Thing Itself’, the reader is easily, smoothly locked into the rhythm of the book, as the poems lunge and plunge like the soulful breath of Chet Baker or glide silk-like, like a haunting Miles Davis solo: the time signatures roam freely, without hesitation: passion and compassion drives this book: ‘The Parched Grass’ ‘Danger Falling Man’ ‘His Brain is a Fish’ ‘The Cult of the Amateur’ ‘Skinned’ to name a few, are simply, strangely enchanting and captivating.

 

Dig ‘The Factory of Eccentric Poetics’: dig the works of George Douglas Anderson:

 

John D Robinson

Poet and Publisher.

 

 

The Factory Of Eccentric Poeticsis the latest chapbook by author George Douglas Anderson. In this collection of eighteen new and abstract poems, Anderson explores a new poetic voice, veering from the authorial and objective narrative style he established in earlier chaps and in his full-length book of poems: The Rough End Of The Pineapple.In his own words, Anderson says,“The chapbook is an attempt to affirm but also to subvert post-modern ways of thinking…”.

 

The poem A Bee Collecting Honey is a sequence of engaging images, which defy a linear interpretation. It is the first poem in the collection that had me consider: Can a poem be a collage? 

 

Anderson says, of A Bee Collecting Honey,“The chronology of the poem’s narrative is deliberately thrown into disarray and instead is revealed in fragments. It uses compressed images and associations to reveal a woman’s tormented life which has been tragically cut short.”

 

Several poems in this collection read like a collage; and if a poem can be described as a crazy quilt, it is Anderson’s poem Skinned, which he says of the title, “…refers to a recent trend to cut out the full back tattoo panels of heavily tattooed corpses and to preserve them as Art.”

 

The images in this piece engage me so successfully, I become hell bent on interpreting them collectively, but Skinned defies a linear interpretation. I feel the poem calls for an escape from the material world, for a spiritual release. Anderson says of the poem“…I perhaps imagined the words, like the deceased’s tattooed skin expressing a montage of feelings and experiences.”

 

The risks Anderson takes cutting from usual narrative style, make The Factory Of Eccentric Poetics a rewarding read. They are a postmodern patchwork that reveal a diversity of spirit and a troubled world of tortured souls.

 

Jason Garish



Limited edition: 25 signed and numbered. Only 5 left to dispatch.




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