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    Joseph Bienvenu Atom Parlor 9781935402657 "Exuberant as a blizzard, individual as a snowflake, Joseph Bienvenu gives us this book with the generosity of yahoo and wail. In Atom Parlor's hooting forest is a beating heart, crying out for connection, vulnerable, human, demonstrative of an extraordinary associational speed, the imagination always in triumph, in celebration as well as sorrow, dire and slapstick, and, dare I say, fun. --Dean Young Atom Parlor is one exciting book of poems. It's filled with gorgeously shaped sentences, filled with explosively grouped words, sonics, images and propositions. So much happens in these poems they insist our brains are up to their injunctions. I love this book. --Dara Wier Joseph Bienvenu’s Atom Parlor takes us through room after room of intense, visionary experience. Not since Rimbaud have I read such intoxicating prose poems that are at once so static and so convulsive. I feel both enchanted and frightened as I am propelled through a petrified landscape of chaos and despair. A tone of quiet desperation lurks behind every question mark, every affirmation, every fragment, and every exclamation. The urban imagery of destruction, clearly influenced by Hurricane Katrina, relentlessly plods forward, leaving you dizzy and breathless. Joseph Bienvenu writes with a kind of fiery paint that leaves you with the impression of torchlight blazing against the background of a dark night. --Nathan Hoks With and in the fear of influence or finite parameters of mortality, Atom Parlor is a viscuous onslaught of imagery and emotion. The readers who are chosen by the cosmic trick of the odd lot of chance to encounter this book would service themselves to listen and believe in poetry. --Thaddus Conti " Joseph Bienvenu is the author of the chapbook Pool Hall Quartet and the editor of the online journal Mustachioed. He is a native of New Orleans, where he teaches English and Latin at a local high school.

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    Joseph Bienvenu Atom Parlor 9781935402657 "Exuberant as a blizzard, individual as a snowflake, Joseph Bienvenu gives us this book with the generosity of yahoo and wail. In Atom Parlor's hooting forest is a beating heart, crying out for connection, vulnerable, human, demonstrative of an extraordinary associational speed, the imagination always in triumph, in celebration as well as sorrow, dire and slapstick, and, dare I say, fun. --Dean Young Atom Parlor is one exciting book of poems. It's filled with gorgeously shaped sentences, filled with explosively grouped words, sonics, images and propositions. So much happens in these poems they insist our brains are up to their injunctions. I love this book. --Dara Wier Joseph Bienvenu’s Atom Parlor takes us through room after room of intense, visionary experience. Not since Rimbaud have I read such intoxicating prose poems that are at once so static and so convulsive. I feel both enchanted and frightened as I am propelled through a petrified landscape of chaos and despair. A tone of quiet desperation lurks behind every question mark, every affirmation, every fragment, and every exclamation. The urban imagery of destruction, clearly influenced by Hurricane Katrina, relentlessly plods forward, leaving you dizzy and breathless. Joseph Bienvenu writes with a kind of fiery paint that leaves you with the impression of torchlight blazing against the background of a dark night. --Nathan Hoks With and in the fear of influence or finite parameters of mortality, Atom Parlor is a viscuous onslaught of imagery and emotion. The readers who are chosen by the cosmic trick of the odd lot of chance to encounter this book would service themselves to listen and believe in poetry. --Thaddus Conti " Joseph Bienvenu is the author of the chapbook Pool Hall Quartet and the editor of the online journal Mustachioed. He is a native of New Orleans, where he teaches English and Latin at a local high school.

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    Joseph Bienvenu Atom Parlor 9781935402657 "Exuberant as a blizzard, individual as a snowflake, Joseph Bienvenu gives us this book with the generosity of yahoo and wail. In Atom Parlor's hooting forest is a beating heart, crying out for connection, vulnerable, human, demonstrative of an extraordinary associational speed, the imagination always in triumph, in celebration as well as sorrow, dire and slapstick, and, dare I say, fun. --Dean Young Atom Parlor is one exciting book of poems. It's filled with gorgeously shaped sentences, filled with explosively grouped words, sonics, images and propositions. So much happens in these poems they insist our brains are up to their injunctions. I love this book. --Dara Wier Joseph Bienvenu’s Atom Parlor takes us through room after room of intense, visionary experience. Not since Rimbaud have I read such intoxicating prose poems that are at once so static and so convulsive. I feel both enchanted and frightened as I am propelled through a petrified landscape of chaos and despair. A tone of quiet desperation lurks behind every question mark, every affirmation, every fragment, and every exclamation. The urban imagery of destruction, clearly influenced by Hurricane Katrina, relentlessly plods forward, leaving you dizzy and breathless. Joseph Bienvenu writes with a kind of fiery paint that leaves you with the impression of torchlight blazing against the background of a dark night. --Nathan Hoks With and in the fear of influence or finite parameters of mortality, Atom Parlor is a viscuous onslaught of imagery and emotion. The readers who are chosen by the cosmic trick of the odd lot of chance to encounter this book would service themselves to listen and believe in poetry. --Thaddus Conti " Joseph Bienvenu is the author of the chapbook Pool Hall Quartet and the editor of the online journal Mustachioed. He is a native of New Orleans, where he teaches English and Latin at a local high school.

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    Atom Parlor

    Joseph Bienvenu

    BlazeVOX [books]
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    Atom Parlor by Joseph Bienvenu Copyright 2010 Published by BlazeVOX [books] All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without the publishers written permission, except for brief quotations in reviews. Printed in the United States of America Book design by Geoffrey Gatza Cover illustration by Elizabeth Chen First Edition ISBN: 9781935402657 Library of Congress Control Number 2009910022
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    A Bigger Birdcage
    Gunshot explodes into solar flares, enshrouds the citys histrionic heart in shockwaves of silent rodeos. The bull frozen in mid-toss is winking and counting out our days by the Chinese zodiac. Indeed there is no proof of technicolor continents, highway tunnels lingering beneath the tundras of tomorrows sunken alibis. Shall we swagger through the strange beauty shows of pajama-wearing diplomats? Are we liars lost in gold lam, false demigods of Korean soap? Lets laugh at obscene jokes while we plan our funerals. Let us shed the scales of our maritime dreams to place our ashes in the cargo holds of sunken submarines.

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    Border Patrol
    Among the potholes and the citron haze, there is only so much to being alive, distracted by the brass spittoons and the pretended innocence of pregnant bartenders as the biography of dead French architects blares from the back room. Yet again my parking ticket is lost in the luggage; my winter coat is nabbed in some failed bank heist. It isnt hard to malinger in the little haunted spokes of college smokestacks, waiting forever for the half-baked forecasts, looking forward to the dense epiphany of valium in the bathysphere.

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    Kaboom
    The sidewalk undresses its thousand eyes, tears open its shirt to find the drainpipe embossed with crescents. Skin is slowly reddening beneath the groans of imagined love affairs. Should I unleash my sticky fingers? Let my French cuffs flap? For who now talks of fate? that feathered chorus boy of mathematical induction? The desert rises up here with a casual flick of the wrist beneath the black magma. The pocketbook lemons crushed beneath me. Huzzah! The funeral procession is dressed in corduroy. The periscope explodes the plazas heart. The bricks sing out clandestine songs of women displaced by the sun with heads held high in avian masks whose boots are this afternoons reason for living until I make my way home to the bedrooms ancient raffle.

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    Proliferation
    Disc jockey of xylophonic sighs. The last conductor of weeping hand grenades, who knows how a bullet slips inside a sleeping heart. My equators are numbered in processions of Prime Ministers. My cabaret repeats the hoodoo of the sixth floor vomitoriums while my sculptor carves replicas of historic naval disasters. Yet my eyes are closed to the secret names of jellyfish, the calcified thumbs of countless river gods pulling apart pipes to find a hidden water leak, for whom the despair of lost car-keys occupies a millennium. How sad to be the terrible infection of French Parliament! The eternal mishmash of soccer match and the faint Ukrainian song. How sad to be marooned in the incomprehensible whirlpool of refrigeration supplies! To clamber upon the Corinthian guts of twitchy bicycles and junkyard radios.

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    Take a Look at the New Land


    Mondays plantains salt our latest dreams, and the newspaper forecasts the diseased feathers of exotic birds. Once again I stumble into the latest drag show of the red lantern, the fiery breath of tomorrows black umbrella. How much longer can I gawk at the exposed ductwork of my friends gentrified apartment? Would it be less garish if she were here to entertain me? Or should I bide my time in Puerto Rican bodegas drinking Spanish wine? Should I write quatrains to the heats English counter-tempo? Is it summer? Is it all the same? I am on the battlefront of honeybees who have wrapped themselves in the archeology of Latin rhythm.

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