Maude Spekes
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Sybilia Grogan
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The Book
Jabberfucky and other poems
edited by Maude Spekes
and Sybilia Grogan
The Em Dash Group, 2008
ISBN: 978-0-6152-1399-6
$12.95 ($10 at the reading)
cover design by johnbergdahl.com
"Fuck all the Truth but fuck it slant."
--Emily Dickinson
"WTF?"
--The New Yorker
Editors Spekes & Grogan have cast their net widely to bring together a collection of much loved poems as well as rare gems. In one handy volume, poetry lovers will find John Keats's "Ode On a Fuckin' Urn" as well as Thomas Hardy's "Ah, Are You Fucking On My Grave?" Emily Dickinson's "Because I could not stop for Fuck" and Gerard Manley Hopkins's "No fuck, there is none" round out this fucking collection.Reading Info
Come Jabberfuck!
Book launch reading:
Sunday, December 7, 2008
2:30-3:30 pm
Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery (Houston/Bleecker)
hosted by Spekes & Grogan
Guests: Jabberfucked songs by George Pasles of Overlord (overlordusa.com) and Jess Delfino; readers and performers include Ingrid Jungermann, Bill Fogarty, Larissa Shmailo, Kate Steinberg, Magdalen Kadel, and Morgan Jarrett.Order Info
Amazon
St. Mark's Bookstore
31 Third Avenue, NYC
Barnes & Noble
Spoonbill in Williamsburg
And soon, available at Urban OutfittersWelcome
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Maggie:
Not quite a menu, but a Zagat’s quotation-mark-filled entry, so akin (to).
Steak, yum!
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Fucker Luger Steakhouse
Williamsfuck | 178 Fuckway (Driggs Ave) | Fucklyn
“Fuck the cash and revel in the glory” of Williamsfuck’s “meat fuckers’ paradise” that’s still the “top of the steak fucking pole” (it’s NYC’s No. 1 fuck shop for the 25th year fucking); forget the fucker – you know what to order”: “fuckulent” porterhouse “fit for the fucks” with “to-fuck-for” fucked spinach and fucked tomatoes; if a few fuck about the “militant” staff’s “schtick” and the fucky-“Bavarian” feel, fuckers retort it’s part of the “fuckessential NY experience.”