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"WHILE is the incendiary, onanistic work of a writer basking in the climax of entropy. It is a collection of intransigent madness, singed with sado-masochistic candor." Percival Strange
108 pages, Paperback
First published February 12, 2008
About the author
Sebastian Milej
4 books1 followerSebastian Milej is an American poet who self-published two books of poetry, poems of exile (2006) and while (2008), before “retiring” writing altogether at the untimely age of thirty. At the end of 2008 he self-published his final collection, Selections, comprised of previously published and unpublished work, spanning the last six years of his literary output. He currently resides in Wilmington, Delaware.
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February 23, 2008
Ah perversity and nihilism at its best. It is funny to read a poem by a loved one and realize that you hardly know where upon that brilliance comes from, the imagery of such disgusting and beautiful prospects: do I know him really?
74 poems, all could stand up on their own, as though they were shirts worn by rock stars on a world tour- sweated upon and never washed town after town day 238.
It is sweet to read about experience shared, to see the compassion and schizophrenic state that one can easily work the self into...
I must remind myself that there is always a new word for sores on plant tissue. His poems are certainly vocabulary builders. But who will ever use that word, who has used it before or since? Does that matter?
The words make me think, I am on interview, their arrangement challenges me, words like "steady hollow" as a state-of-being intrigue me- make me smile.
Poems such as "chinese laundry" with the spoken word coupled with fly imagery and the succinct way he handles his expression: "i had the "no" on my lips/ hovering like a dazed fly at/ the base of my teeth/ killed by what my eyes injected/ it fluttered, silenced/ fell thru the ground/ somewhere/ into the realm of a jules verne/ something..." (page 30)
I OFFER HIM THREE WORDS- i love you
HE GIVES ME TWO- page 25
74 poems, all could stand up on their own, as though they were shirts worn by rock stars on a world tour- sweated upon and never washed town after town day 238.
It is sweet to read about experience shared, to see the compassion and schizophrenic state that one can easily work the self into...
I must remind myself that there is always a new word for sores on plant tissue. His poems are certainly vocabulary builders. But who will ever use that word, who has used it before or since? Does that matter?
The words make me think, I am on interview, their arrangement challenges me, words like "steady hollow" as a state-of-being intrigue me- make me smile.
Poems such as "chinese laundry" with the spoken word coupled with fly imagery and the succinct way he handles his expression: "i had the "no" on my lips/ hovering like a dazed fly at/ the base of my teeth/ killed by what my eyes injected/ it fluttered, silenced/ fell thru the ground/ somewhere/ into the realm of a jules verne/ something..." (page 30)
I OFFER HIM THREE WORDS- i love you
HE GIVES ME TWO- page 25
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