These poems are as obsessively inventive as a stalker, as hurt as a pony with a knife in its soul, as surprising as a forest fire in your mouth, as fixated on actual love and the notion of love and the loss of love as I hope never to be, though if I am, this will be the book I should have written, in the future when it's not possible to write this book because Nate Slawson did, when I will turn to it to understand how I should have screamed and lauded when I had the chance.— Bob HicokThank the poetry gods that there is someone like Nate Slawson in this otherwise neutered world. Thank the poetry gods that Nate Slawson writes with a hard-on. When I picture in my head what the speakers in these poems look like, this is what I come up a man naked on a pogo stick hopping down the street. This is a man, in other words, who lets everything hang out. This is a man who is not afraid or ashamed to tell it like is. Christ if I don’t wish there were more people like this, and especially more poets like this.— from the foreword by Peter MarkusNate Slawson's Panic Attack, USA invents new ways to astonish and excite, to probe the core of desire, love, and loss in ways that are unexpected and dazzling. The language of these remarkable poems is taut, sinewy, and seductive. These poems are irresistible, and impossible not to love. They will circle your house at 3:00 am. They will peer into your windows, and slip notes under your door begging you to come back. You will, again and again.— Patty Paine
Nate Slawson is the author of Panic Attack, USA (YesYes, 2011) and two chapbooks, including The Tiny Jukebox (H_NGM_N Books). Recent work has appeared in We Are So Happy To Know Something, DIAGRAM, diode, sixth finch, and other places. He lives on the SW side of Chicago.
from publisher Read 12/26/11 - 12/27/11 5 Stars - Highly Recommended / The Next Best Book Pgs: 100 Publisher: Yes Yes Books
This is everything that poetry should be and never was until now. Honest and naked. Sensitive to the point of sappy but with a surprisingly hard core edge. Nate Slawson's words punch you in the gut with their beauty. They make you wish your boyfriend/husband/partner pined for you in such painfully raw and inspiring ways.
Wouldn't it be heaven if people actually spoke to one another like this -
"... is it wrong if I write your name on the soles of my tennis shoes.." "I think we are becoming some kind of galaxy" "... every morning I rasp for you..." "Be invisible ink on the inside of my eyelids" "I want a nuclear tongue so I can lick dirty words into the bottom of your feet"
This book touched me in places I shouldn't have enjoyed but did. I love it's naughty, raunchy little heart. If Panic Attack, USA were a person, I would kidnap it and hold it hostage in my closet and make it whisper its dirty little poems to me every night.
Are you curious? Don't be all sly and shy, you know you are. Do you wanna hear what's got TNBBC all hot and bothered? Here's a little taste... Follow the link to my blog review to see Nate reading some selected poems from this collection: http://thenextbestbookblog.blogspot.c...
It's slam. It's ragged. It's dirty and delicious. And you need to get yourself a copy of it now!
It was like every poem in this book was the same poem written in different words for how much the poet wants to fuck a girl. There was surprising language, but the same tricks got old after a while.
i think it'd be so fucking cool (and ok maybe a little creepy) to be the "you'' in one of nate slawson's poems. his style is breathless and electric and most of all, weirdly obsessive over whoever the "you" actually is, if it's anybody, but he's full of amazing images of who this "you" is to him (or the speaker, but i think the speaker is slawson) -- everything from musical instruments, and there are a lot of music references here, to bodies of water, places in the Midwest, indispensable body parts, various states of mind.
though the poems are short, you have to take a deep breath before reading any of these and then just dive in. they take you from point A to point B really quickly. slawson is real good at staying locked within the microscopic frame of his poems and existing within their world, whether the world is gym class, antidepressants, or Cameron Frye.
Nate Slawson does, indeed, walk around with a hard-on all the time, I am convinced, after reading his collection of poems. I had fun with them, but they lacked any variance from the subject of total all-out, destructive love. It just seemed unsustainable, though I applaud him for his emotional moment. The one about raspberries, in particular, was great.