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Flarf: An Anthology of Flarf
Poetry. Flarf. The first revolutionary artistic movement of the 21st century? An imperialist gesture? The new Dada? A marketing strategy? What began as a coinage by Gary Sullivan for certain "so bad it's good" aesthetic effects, combined with Drew Gardner's innovation "google sculpting," quickly became an artistic movement noticed by the BBC, Boston Review, The New York Times, Paris Review, The Wall Street Journal, Wired, and others. AN ANTHOLOGY OF FLARF is the first substantial collection of flarf including all of its major participants. Spanning almost two decades of work, this long awaited collection is sure to please, excite, and incense a wide reading public.
In addition to the editors, contributors Stan Apps, Anne Boyer, Brandon Brown, Maria Damon, Jordan Davis, Katie Degentesh, Benjamin Friedlander, Christopher Funkhouser, K. Lorraine Graham, Mitch Highfill, Rodney Koeneke, Bill Luoma, Michael Magee, Mel Nichols, Eiríkur Örn Norờdahl, Rod Smith, Christina Strong, Edwin Torres, and Elisabeth Workman.
Special introductory price of $30 until October 1; thereafter, $35.
In addition to the editors, contributors Stan Apps, Anne Boyer, Brandon Brown, Maria Damon, Jordan Davis, Katie Degentesh, Benjamin Friedlander, Christopher Funkhouser, K. Lorraine Graham, Mitch Highfill, Rodney Koeneke, Bill Luoma, Michael Magee, Mel Nichols, Eiríkur Örn Norờdahl, Rod Smith, Christina Strong, Edwin Torres, and Elisabeth Workman.
Special introductory price of $30 until October 1; thereafter, $35.
288 pages, Paperback
Published July 1, 2017
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December 7, 2021
Flarf, by various authors I will list below, is atrocious. Absolutely disgusting, disturbing, and makes me
want to claw my eyes out. The intentions of it are clear, display everyway society is terrible, that humans
are the worst species to exist. Torture, murder, genocide, and other things I'm not comfortable with
mentioning. It reminds me of Thomas Ligotti's and Aldos Huxley's more pessimistic works and the film
"The House that Jake built". Blah blah blah... it would be better if we didn't exist....blah blah blah
humans are inherently evil ...blah blah blah....natural instinct always takes over. WE GET IT. It's the
same darn thing reworded a thousand times. There are a few poems I think were written for the sake of
trying to make the reader vomit. Including, "snot viscosity", "the only miracles I Know of Are Simply
Tricks That People Play on One Another", and the retched, "Catullus 99 (Translations for the Flarf list)". I
will admit there are a few that are worth it, "Money", "I Love Men", and "Unicorn Believers Don't
Declare Fatwas" just might be good enough to get you through this preposterous book. This book took
about 4 days for me to read, about 270 nefarious pages. I would recommend this book to pretentious
boys that think their taste in media is better than everyone else because they think its niche, but in
reality, they just like Radiohead. Of course, like most poetry books, if you take this literally, it will suck.
You need to be in touch with modern day pop culture and know what a simile/ metaphor is to
understand the content in this book. I strongly recommend you stay far away from this book, and if you
know someone that has unironically read this, quarantine for 14 days because they are absolutely sick.
want to claw my eyes out. The intentions of it are clear, display everyway society is terrible, that humans
are the worst species to exist. Torture, murder, genocide, and other things I'm not comfortable with
mentioning. It reminds me of Thomas Ligotti's and Aldos Huxley's more pessimistic works and the film
"The House that Jake built". Blah blah blah... it would be better if we didn't exist....blah blah blah
humans are inherently evil ...blah blah blah....natural instinct always takes over. WE GET IT. It's the
same darn thing reworded a thousand times. There are a few poems I think were written for the sake of
trying to make the reader vomit. Including, "snot viscosity", "the only miracles I Know of Are Simply
Tricks That People Play on One Another", and the retched, "Catullus 99 (Translations for the Flarf list)". I
will admit there are a few that are worth it, "Money", "I Love Men", and "Unicorn Believers Don't
Declare Fatwas" just might be good enough to get you through this preposterous book. This book took
about 4 days for me to read, about 270 nefarious pages. I would recommend this book to pretentious
boys that think their taste in media is better than everyone else because they think its niche, but in
reality, they just like Radiohead. Of course, like most poetry books, if you take this literally, it will suck.
You need to be in touch with modern day pop culture and know what a simile/ metaphor is to
understand the content in this book. I strongly recommend you stay far away from this book, and if you
know someone that has unironically read this, quarantine for 14 days because they are absolutely sick.
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