K. Silem Mohammad's 'Deer Head Nation' occupies a territory where the borders between hypertext and intertextuality are patrolled by robot tank cars and killer hovercrafts. In these poems, the vampiric fallacy of globalism is intercepted via such middle-American iconography as the mounted deer head, Guns N' Roses t-shirts, and Halloween Pumpkin Bubble Lights that become accessory devices to the machinery of war.
Transrational lyric assemblage doubling as satiric critique of nationalism, 'Deer Head Nation' books a schizophrenic vacation cruise in the exotic and possibly hostile prosodic waters of search-engine taglines and funny-animal aestheticism. Welcome to 'Deer Head Nation'..now go home.
K. Silem Mohammad is the author of Deer Head Nation (Tougher Disguises, 2003), A Thousand Devils (Combo Books, 2004), Breathalyzer (Edge Books, 2008), and The Front (Roof Books, 2009). His poetry has been published in numerous journals and anthologies. He is co-editor (with Richard Greene) of the essay collections The Undead and Philosophy: Chicken Soup for the Soulless (Open Court, 2006) and Quentin Tarantino and Philosophy: How to Philosophize with a Pair of Pliers and a Blowtorch (Open Court, 2007). Mohammad edits the poetry journal Abraham Lincoln with Anne Boyer.
I recommend this book to others, I count it one of my prized possessions, I met and instantly liked its author, I agree with it - wait a minute. I agree with the book?
I stop and think a bit now. I think, I really admire what this writer is doing and he can write, dammit.
I try reading a few lines from a poem aloud at a party and the problem grows clearer: I can't. There aren't enough cues for a shy person to be able to read these poems aloud with conviction.
I have written poems which give me the same trouble, and they are equally interesting to me ideologically and remain just as difficult to discount.
Some days they seem like my best work. This ambivalence is a useful one, because it forces me to look at literature in new ways.
"Deer Head Nation" is dark, funny and definitely worth reading.
Kasey embodies the most threatening aspects of flarf. These poems are crude, rude and offensive, but charming in an almost impeccable way. Nobody pulls the wool over one's eyes the way that Kasey does. Emperor of flarf, Kasey's poems make me laugh out loud. This book is crucial to any study of post-post-haste-modernism. I especially love the way he uses the word, "spooky" in this book. Deer Head Nation Rocks.
The alpha and omega of all things hovering, spooky, and cloven-hoofed. Mohammad's poems come fully equipped with the intricate vowel music you get in more formal ‘crafted’ verse, but draped with all this loopy 21st century detritus, reflecting a wildly fractured and familiar world that draws as much from Elizabethan English as it does from the culture of the RSS feed. His writing makes information overload feel like artful intricacy, and up with the fireworks goes a subtle politics of pity.