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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

Friday, November 12, 2021

New Release: Kevin Tosca ZUCCHINI: A MEMOIR (Holy &intoxicated Publications, 2021) 20 pages

 


Prolific Berlin-based writer Kevin Tosca's recent release ZUCCHINI: A MEMOIR adds another layer to his impressive budding body of his work. 

 

The chapbook consists of 16 short narrative pieces, some of which have appeared previously, sometimes in slightly different form, in small press publications, such as Cake, Cleaver Magazine, Mojave River Review, Short, Fast, and Deadly and The Broken Plate.

 

Tosca’s pieces in this chap are usually short quirky narratives. As usual, the writing is inventive, unpredictable- sometimes, off its face. You will find parody, direct speech in the discussion of a film, a character study, relationship dysfunctions, how to create a modern art film- but the form and the words often defy classification. 

 

Take the following piece ‘Like Nothing Else’ which is dedicated to William Minor, presumably ‘the madman’ who helped Professor James Murray to develop the first edition of the Oxford English Dictionary (click on the image to enlarge- all work has been posted with the permission of the writer):



In contrast, the phallic title piece ‘Zucchini’ has a more tactile, naturalistic feel about it:



In summing up his nascent career as a writer, Tosca says in forewording his piece ‘Fresh’, thus far it is difficult to say if I have contributed anything new to the Wide World/ of Ideas. Actually, I have no idea if I have contributed or not, never having, until writing/ this little whatever this is, given this serious matter of any serious thought.”

 

Tosca remains tight-lipped about his work and future writing prospects. Wonder if he has a bigger, more complex work in progress- and is up to it? 

 

Find out more about Kevin Tosca’s extensive & incredible writing here: http://www.kevintosca.com/index.html

Saturday, August 14, 2021

Featuring Kevin Tosca

 

CRETE

 

I. Livadas

 

If there’s no sex in a Cretan mountain house, who needs a Cretan mountain house? Give me Cretan day-at-the-beach eyeporn and the sun-primed eroticism that follows. Give me soft succulent flesh. I can suck figs for hours.

 

II. Elafonisi

 

Here’s the thing: I swam in the Libyan Sea’s most crystal clear waters, was treated to the loveliest of blue Cretan skies, saw the most exquisite asses and ate massive amounts of mouthwatering pussy in Elafonisi, but I could never stop thinking about the cameras. This beach, this marvel, photographed, video’d, panorama’d TO DEATH. They walk into water with phone in hand nowadays. No joy. No smiles. Just poses. Model poses. I’ve said it before: Vain vulgar fuckers deserve vain vulgar fates. Rot humanity. Leave it to the cats and goats. Let prickly pear sing. Let olive dance. Rot humanity. You were never worthy. You are less worthy now.

 

III. Fresh Figs

 

All the people who keep telling me to stop writing about sex are having little or none. Which is to say: If I ate as many figs as I fuck and want to fuck, I’d write about figs too.

 

IV. Modern Chania

 

A seventy-year-old man pulls into the Venetian harbor on his bicycle. He turns to his wife riding beside him and says: “Let’s stop here and take a selfie with that lighthouse over there.”

 

V. No More Talk

 

Henry Miller dedicated The Colossus of Maroussi to the Greek poet Katsimbalis, a divine talker. Reading it, I grow jealous of Miller’s ears and I long for the divine talkers I’ve known. I’ve known four. Forty years and I consider myself lucky. Four human beings who craved my silence.

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

New release: Kevin Tosca (words) & Janne Karlsson (art) Jessica Lange (Svensk Apache Press, 2021) 48 pages

 


Jessica Lange is Kevin Tosca’s eighth chapbook, following others published by Analog Submission Press and Holy & Intoxicated Publications. The chap features 21 pieces of micro fiction, together with 22 illustrations from the zany Swedish artist Janne Karlsson. 

 

Karlsson’s surreal drawings appear on the left side of the page, Tosca’s prose scribblings on the right. Although there is a unity within the art of the two men, they work independently. In most pieces, the writing does not appear to incorporate the central images of the illustrations and vice-versa. 

 

Yet the chap works! Karlsson’s weird, sexually charged drawings full of tits & cock are complimented by Tosca’s oddball, sexually-obsessed musings. The collection is a wild and wonderful collaboration: incredibly funny but tinged with a terrible sadness.



(click on the image to enlarge- posted with the publisher's permission)

Karlsson says of the project and of Tosca’s contribution, “This book is really the result of a joint effort. Kevin put a great amount of time, money, and above all patience with me and my procrastination on this project.

 

“As I recall it all started with Kevin reaching out to me by 2019, expressing interest in the Svensk Apache Press. I wasn't too familiar with his work by then. 

I've really come to love his writing. He's a force of nature. One thing that I think particularly makes him stand out in the poetry scene is his ability to completely change his writing style from time to time. It's fascinating. From book to book you never really know what Tosca stuff you're about to read.”

 

Tosca, who presently resides in Berlin, to date has declined all requests to talk about his work. Instead of clarifying the concepts and intention of his art, he refreshingly leaves it to the reader to make up their own minds. 

 

The title Jessica Lange derives from the title piece ‘Tired of Right and Wrong’ in which the name of the American actor is mentioned:

 

I can watch Bob Rafelson’s Postman remake All. Night.

Long. They just don’t make ‘em like Jessica Lange

anymore.

 

Tosca’s fragmentary, sometimes surreal micro-fiction appears linked through the common theme of women. The narratives alter between first and third person and tersely comment on ex-lovers, the wives of Dali and Hemingway, a mother and women in general. Some sport titles. Others don’t.

 

The writing is short, each piece is typically 2-5 lines. Each is an experiment in form and idea. Many progress one sentence at a time, drawing unusual associations as the narrative advances.

 

Some of the more transparent fictions parody clichéd notions of female behavior or of male/ female relationships. In the following, Tosca mocks female insecurities about their appearance and also the male’s tendency to play the game:



(click on the image to enlarge)

Sadly, Janne Karlsson confirmed recently that his Swedish publishing company Svensk Apache has folded, “Yes, this is the last Apache publication to be published. It’s been a fantastic ride over more than a decade, but as we all know, it takes a shitload of time and work and people simply don't buy books anymore!”

 

Asked about what is next for him, Karlsson says, “I will probably continue to publish fanzines under a new banner. Just need a better printer and for that I need to work more. And bloody hell do I hate working, hahaha.”  

 

 

To buy Jessica Lange or to see other Svensk Apache titles, visit www.svenskapache.se or www.lulu.com

 

To directly contact the publisher, email: svenskapache@gmail.com

Thursday, December 5, 2019

4 New Releases (2019) Holy & Intoxicated Publications (UK)



In 2019 John D Robinson of Holy & Intoxicated Publications has released 19 chapbooks by some of the best small alternative press writers in the English speaking world. Here are his last 4 of the year:

Tom Bakelas- No Place To Be

These are poems about mental illness and underclass life from a bloke who has worked in the industry for decades. Bakelas blurs the line between the patient and administrator, moving seamlessly between first and third person. Cover art by John D. Robinson.

Tin Foil
most people i've met 
don't wear tin foil hats 
when completely psychotic
that is a fantasy of some
shit sucking hollywood exec

in hospitals, in streets,
in homes, in jails…
i've never met one 
who wore a tin foil hat

a few years back
i smoked some hashish with 
thirteen books of matches —
i didn't have a lighter—
i went to the pantry
found the foil
constructed an army grade helmet
affixed it to my skull
and felt truly powerful and free
no gamma rays, delta rays,
x-rays, and/or radio waves
were going to get me

as i stood admiring my tin foil hat
in the reflection of the bathroom mirror
i heard a knock on the front door
i ran into the pantry
shut off the light
and simply waited for it to pass.

porch swing

it was 2:30pm when I got there
she sat on her mother’s porch
smoking a cigarette 
she had been awake since 9am
and started drinking vodka around 11am
she told me she needed help 
finding a screw or a nail
to hang something on the wall
the smell of vodka on her breath
turned me on
something about vodka and beer
on a woman’s breath
does that 
she wasn’t wearing any makeup
i said she looked pretty
she told me she cried it all off
the night before
when we couldn’t find a nail
i sat with her 
rocking back-and-forth
in a swing that
hung from the porch ceiling
when she stopped smoking
she wrapped her arms around me
there was no more talking
the creaking chair spoke loud enough
this continued on for some time
after i left
she found a nail
and hung her painting on the wall
on the drive home 
i thought
sometimes we need that 
sometimes we need to simply be
we need quiet afternoons 
with someone 
even if no words are shared
sometimes it’s what 
keeps us
from suicide
or worse
sometimes it’s what
leads us 
there.

(all poems in this article are posted with the permission of the publisher)

What people have said about Tom Bakelas's No Place To Be:

Treading within the shadows of suburban tarmac, into a vanishing point that disappears upon each realisation that, there is No Place To Be. Tohm Bakelas finds a strange and confusing state between hope and isolation, where optimism decays in the perception of itself as a driving force to survive. A perception that is ever-present in our dead-end society. 

Lucy Wilkinson: editor/publisher of Death of Workers Whilst Building Skyscrapers Press

Bakelas finds the poems hiding in the quotidian, either skinning them alive to get to their core – or by picking them up and cradling them with a distinct tenderness. Although he maintains a strong voice when he hands these poems over to us, Bakelas does so in a way that takes a step back – allowing us to truly examine something and in turn even ourselves. No Place To Be acts as a taster menu for anyone not yet familiar with Bakelas work, or a much needed fix for anyone that’s been left craving for more.

Gwil James Thomas: poet, writer and inept musician. 

It takes a special set of qualities to understand & champion the needs of those struggling with mental illness. Poets often possess these by nature. This poet has them in spades. Tohm Bakelas lives inside the heads of some of our most troubled brothers & sisters. People simply trying to get along in an over-complicated world. & From his own head come observations & imaginations. Some sweet. Some tragic. Always with empathy. Ever with dignity. If poetry is about opening doors onto the deep reality of who we are as a society & how some of us can be cast without care into turmoil, through no fault of our own, then Tohm Bakelas has nailed it in this collection. –

 Pete Donohue: poet


Gwil James Thomas- In The Barrel Of A Beautiful Wave

Gwil James Thomas includes 14 poems in this collection. The poems are reflective and sometimes have a symbolic or extended metaphoric edge to them. Cover art by John D. Robinson.

The Stag Beetle Song.

noticed him at the bus stop by the park,
this gentle giant crawling over the road
courageously making his way across 
the unforgiving asphalt – 
holding his jaws to the sky 
with a slow and sure determination 
not once stopping as the vehicle wheels
sped past like randomly fired bullets 
missing him by centimetres each time -
yet miraculously 
the stag beetle made it 
to the other side of the road unscathed, 
as he paused on the adjacent pavement 
and hobbled off out of sight.

What had made him risk life and limb?
Surely, he had all a stag beetle wanted 
back in that park? I pondered –
until I remembered a time that I crawled 
across hell and back for someone 
giving everything I had 
and hoping that was enough 
like a dumb and desperate 
stag beetle in love. 

Stock Car Racers.

An early memory –
under a blood red sky
on a rare late
Saturday afternoon
where my dad was present,
we sat in a 
dilapidated racecourse.

Stock car racers
 tore
around the track –
 twisted
metal
 and
skid
 marks
everywhere.

The weekend warrior
stock car racers
kept their hands gripped
to the wheel,
finding some glorious 
and gregarious escape
from whatever it was 
they did between 
Monday and the track –
as it was for us 
sat on the grass sprouted 
coliseum like steps –
a strange 
sort of 
beauty.


 Bio: Gwil James Thomas is a poet, novelist and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. His written work can be found widely in print and also online. He is the author of the poetry chapbooks: Gwil Vs Machine (Paper & Ink), Hidden Icons & Secret Menus (Analog Submission Press), Romance, Renegades & Riots - W/John D Robinson (Analog Submission Press) and Writing Beer, Drinking Poetry (Concrete Meat Press). Other work can be found widely in print and also online. He was also once a member of the Spanish/British band Irreparables (Nominal Records). He currently lives in San Sebastián, Northern Spain. 

A Blurb about the chap: “Gwil shoots from the hip and pours out barrels of heart onto each page of this new collection. His unique and nuanced perspective will make you want to read each poem again and again. Gwil's writing continues to get stronger and stronger and this is another great addition to what is becoming a fantastic bibliography of work."  

Martin Appleby, Editor of Paper & Ink Literary Zine

Catfish McDaris- Magic Coyote Rain Dance

Front and back covers by the legendary Marcel Herms (clink on to enlarge).

It’s difficult to describe Catfish’s original absurd mayhem on the page. His opening poem "Go Pound Sand" and its intricate word play, free-flowing associations and allusions will give you a blink of an idea of what he does (click on the poem to enlarge):
The best in this chap is his epic poem “The Day van Gogh Died” (from Chiron Review, Issue #74, Spring 2004) and the late great Todd Moore’s review of it (The Hold, June 2004 and The Outlaw Poetry Network).  Also of significant cultural note is Catfish's illustrated short story “Tiger Skin undies” (click on image to enlarge).



Kevin Tosca- Paris by Night

Tosca includes ten short stories in this chap, including seven which were previously published in The Frogmore Papers, The Interpreter’s House, The Broken Plate, Mojave River Review and Otoliths. Despite the romantic associations of the title these are dark, satirical takes on France as a tourist destination especially after the 2015 terrorist attacks on the offices of Charlie Hebdo and on the Bataadan Theatre in Paris. Similar to Ted Hughes’s poem “My Paris”, Tosca grimly exposes the underbelly of the city beneath its tourist façade.

The striking opening short story with the ironic title "Progress" peels away the surface to reveal the political undertones of world realities. Click on to enlarge:



Best of the short stories include “War Drums” and the titular “Paris by Night” in which Tosca satirises the best selling but insipid travelogues of France aimed at well-healed American tourists. 

Tosca’s collection of short stories is certainly amongst the best of the work published by Holy & Intoxicated Publications since its inception.

 Interview with John D. Robinson- PunkAndPoetryPodcast- Episode 2

Zine editor and poet Martin Appleby (of Paper and Ink), interviews poet, writer and publisher John Robinson (of Holy&Intoxicated Publications).  Robinson talks about alcohol & writing, his writing process, his Holy & Intoxicated Publications and what to expect from him in 2020. Find the postcast here (11:04-26:43m): https://soundcloud.com/punkandpoetrypodcast/punk-and-poetry-podcast-002

See also recent updated interview of John D Robinson by Catfish McDaris: http://ppigpenn.blogspot.com

For more information about the books contact publisher John D. Robinson here: johndrobinson@yahoo.co.uk