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04 November 2010

Christian Peet's "Pluto: Never Forget," now available from Interbirth Books

Tarpaulin Sky Press publisher Christian Peet has a new chapbook out, Pluto: Never Forget, published by Interbirth Books.

Seventy-six books were designed, printed, assembled, and hand bound 100% in-house at Interbirth Books by Micah Robbins and Clifton Riley. Twenty-six books are bound between boards using the coptic stitch, lettered A-Z, and signed by the author. Fifty books are bound in paper using the pamphlet stitch. The cover is an original silk screen print.

Pluto: Never Forget picks up where Book 1 of The Nines left off: before the election of Barack Obama was even a hope. Written for anyone stunned into mute horror during those dark days, Pluto: Never Forget offers an E-bay Monet, a drunk Brad Pitt and Mary Oliver, an "ordered variety" of phonemic systems grown from the "disorderly monotony" of "animal cries," a graduating class of part-time highschoolers and full-time crackheads hoping to create a unified theory explaining everything in the universe, and cautionary tales of "conflicting imperatives such as Teach Peace and Eat the Rich." Also included — at no extra cost — are images you won’t find on TV: "One for every dead Iraqi child–the boy popped by a tank, the girl whose eyes burned like marshmallows in her skull. Every East Coast gas station blanketed with their skin. Children enough to circle the US Capitol fifty times, with a rope of small intestines. And so on."

Here’s a brief excerpt from the book:
We may note from our new vantage point how Venus’ rotation is somewhat curious in that it appears indifferent to our existence. Employing the Relationship-As-Third-Party model, we may find that the Third Party, in this case, is not the poem for which we had hoped, nor even a convenient re-working of the myth of Venus, but rather a flesh-and-blood child from Denver, named Venus — a child of a very different God, a child whose childlike countenance, removed from her shoulders, yet shines; a child whose ‘ideal form’ is now spread over hill and dale, in streambeds, along dirt roads, in a stone quarry.

More details at the Interbrth website . . .