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Lower 48, by Joel Dailey
ISBN 0-9663846-2-8
8"x8" perfect bound
94 pages, only $9.00

 

Read some poems from the book


Back Cover Blurbs:


Andrei Codrescu:

Joel Dailey uses an extremely sharp facet of the Language Crystal to operate on a flabby world that has had the nerve to be his. As unsparing as the jagged edge is, it quakes with laughter even as it cuts. This is the poetry of the Laughing Shiv, powered by eloquence. The effect is like watching a snail shell form, language turning in on itself as the LS carves and carves its cliche-plump and pop-full meat. Dare I say it? Joel Dailey is the Robinson Jeffers of Post-Pop, an expansive nature poet whose nature is on TV. His work contains also the most thorough on-going critique of pretention in whatever form she may have been proclaimed. The shiv aims for the phoniness in the zeitgeist and comes off bloody more often than not.


Anselm Hollo: 

"My philosophy— velocity!," says Joel Dailey (in "Infection, Detection, Rejection), and it serves him both well and right! The poems in this book have more exclamation points, visible and invisible, than the collected workds of Alexander Dumas the Elder. Perfect for both space and time capsules, they embody the delirious over-amped atmosphere of Y2K US

"where the rubber fits snugly over the arching banana...
where the Sunned & the Stunned wait
for excrement to happen."

On a planet entranced by Amerikana, Joel Dailey's works are bound for international and eventually intergalactic acclaim! No question! Any questions? No? Well, then (to mildly paraphrase Doc Williams), fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen, we are going to laugh like hell!


Hank Lazer:

Joel Dailey's Lower 48 is an energetic, humorous, edgy successor to Allen Ginsberg's "America." In Dailey's end of the millennium America, "pricetags dangled from the clouds" and "every personal memory I've ever cherished is/ on TV!" Dailey wanders this world of manipulative consumerism resisting its hold with his blazing stun-guns of outrage, paranoia, passion, and comedy, leaving a laminated America del Norte in his wake.

The publication of Lower 48 has not been made possible by grants
from the NEA, LEH, or any other public institution.
Joel Dailey has singlehandedly published Fell Swoop for more than ten years, more than 47 issues, making it one of the longest running journals in the South. Subscribe today!


Poems from Lower 48

Motor Trends

 

1. Loud hiss pretext

2. Just when it starts it feels like it ends (deja loop

3. Hits us like a strip mall G-string

 

Procedural euphony

elbows

Passive ideation huh

 

Apparatus gratis or BYO (cept u joint

Outer towner needs oil

Buck 19

 

Every fluid

Ever fluid

Yuma

Yuma & then Reno

 


For Joe Sprang

 

Sometimes I think I feel

Loss of the Z wrench

 

Chest like odds beaten

Granted high flown

 

The heart denies what the feet are about to step in

Stubble

 

Hair triggers nose

Window treatments

 

The sequel in a minute

Egypt in pantyhose

 

The organism experiences formica

Along the daylit shoulders of Interstate 10

 

Strange fits of passion have I known

Vibrant hubs

 


 

Lower 48

 

Double barreled exhaust

+ mental frigidaire

= trip out of Coincidence, New Mex

Your host Rude Beauteous

 

To avoid undue introspection (luck

Police hot button greens

Happy B'Day AK-47 (50

Focus on your daily activities

 

Rather than on your symptoms

Internalize the octave

Sonnet recoil'll land you elsewhere

BLINK AREA (transit rapido

 

Tops heavy machinery

"Can like a guy be a suffragette?"

In this, biased innards

Bobs the big reality (world

 

Now Post All Star Break Slump

American Troops Space Station Mir

The airwall clear brows

Probable callee didna talk

 

Close caption road rage

Wrongful attire I'm a unit

Years of Blink Rehab

Tops of the fondle (frontiers


 

 

The first 2 of these poems previously appeared in


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