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Bad Press (EST. 2003) was born in Cambridge, and has since lived in London, Devon and Cornwall.  We are a small poetry press, publishing occasional chapbooks of the finest in cutting-edge lyric proficiency.  We cannot stand for anyone to be bored where poetry is concerned. STUFFHEADS DISPERSE.  PRONTO.CHAPBOOKS:SOPHIE ROBINSON, The Institute of Our Love in DisrepairSAMUEL SOLOMON, Life of RileyAMY DE’ATH, CaribouUNTITLED COLOSSAL PARLOUR ODESbadpress @ gmail dot comDONATE £ / DONATE $OUT OF PRINT:EMILY CRITCHLEY, When I Say I Believe WomenKAI FIERLE-HEDRICK: Motion StudyMICHAEL KINDELLAN: Baudelaire’s Fleurs du Mal </description><title>BAD PRESS</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @badpress)</generator><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Distribution Collectives: Marianne Morris, Iran Documents &amp; DSK</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/e55d72566f3acd782f6665a3e9f624b7/tumblr_inline_mli0357WXz1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Thanks to the lovely Erin Morrill, Bad Press has for U.K./E.U. distribution a number of copies of Marianne Morris&amp;#8217; chapbook &lt;em&gt;Iran Documents&lt;/em&gt;, published in the U.S. by Trafficker Press last year.  These will be available for a limited time, and only to U.K./E.U. customers.  More info about the book is available via &lt;a href="http://traffickerpress.com/pages/interviews/david-brazil-interviews-marianne-morris.html" target="_blank"&gt;this interview with Marianne Morris &amp;amp; David Brazil&lt;/a&gt;; and Michael Cross has posted some excerpts from the book at his &lt;a href="http://disinhibitor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/marianne-morris-iran-documents.html" target="_blank"&gt;Disinhibitor blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They are &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=D92V3N6G5SVYU" target="_blank"&gt;£5 plus p&amp;amp;p&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;And, thanks to the lovely Rosa van Hensbergen, we also have a handful of Marianne&amp;#8217;s DSK chapbooks for distribution, again for U.K. customers only.  These are &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=BKHWZXMQN2TQY" target="_blank"&gt;£4 plus p&amp;amp;p&lt;/a&gt;. More info can be found on the &lt;a href="http://tippedpress.com" target="_blank"&gt;Tipped Press homepage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=D92V3N6G5SVYU" target="_blank"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to buy Iran Documents, &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=BKHWZXMQN2TQY" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to buy DSK, or &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=MW73Q8Y89AL6S" target="_blank"&gt;order em both&lt;/a&gt; for £11.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/48348849684</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/48348849684</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 06:52:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>marianne morris</category><category>iran documents</category><category>dsk</category><category>tipped press</category><category>trafficker press</category></item><item><title>REVIEW: Sophie Robinson</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#8217;s a review of Sophie Robinson&amp;#8217;s The Institute of Our Love in Disrepair up at &lt;a href="http://forbookssake.net/2013/04/08/the-institute-of-our-love-in-disrepair-by-sophie-robinson/"&gt;For Book&amp;#8217;s Sake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/48348322892</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/48348322892</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 06:33:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Press Free Press discuss Sophie Robinson's Institute of Our Love in Disrepair for their active reading series, Respond.  Listen here.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.pressfreepress.com"&gt;Press Free Press discuss Sophie Robinson's Institute of Our Love in Disrepair for their active reading series, Respond.  Listen here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/38403197710</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/38403197710</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2012 15:24:29 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>sophie robinson</category></item><item><title>Sophie Robinson, The Institute of Our Love in Disrepair</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcgul7Y5AG1qzzx68.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to welcome into the world such material objects of considerable mass as these you see now gathered together in their lump summed mass above, constituting in their congregation &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Institute of Our Love in Disrepair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a book of poems by Sophie Robinson&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This publication is Bad Press&amp;#8217;s first perfect bound collection, and also, therebyhenceforcewith, its heaviest, which caused a degree of quantum, ecological and ethical consternation for a moment or two until today&amp;#8217;s board meeting, at which it was roundly decided that the congregation is worth its mass by way of being comprised completely and only of AWESOME POEMS.  This book is full of blinding one-liners, perfectly formed love lyrics, and kick-ass couplets.  HOORAY!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;em&gt;I love these poems, these scratched accounts of the bars, kitchens and hospitals, bathrooms and bedrooms of East London. Paris is nicer than Hackney, but we’ve got all the decent cologne, all the toothpaste and scissors. If we’re too tired too riot, well, the mixed drinks and melodramatic moments of Sophie’s poems will probably change that. These are love songs to make us crack, gag and hum, wolfishly, all over Dalston Junction. It deserves it. All of this can be seen from the roof of the 243 Waterloo-Hackney bus, if you know how to look. Shall we do shots?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;strong&gt; - Sean Bonney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the UK these are &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=CNR2UXHZ33QUQ"&gt;£7 plus £1.75 p&amp;amp;p&lt;/a&gt;, and in the U.S. they are &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=7EKH9UMHD5AGN"&gt;$10 plus $4 p&amp;amp;p&lt;/a&gt;, which you may send us henceforthrightwith whomsoever you shall.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/34315450127</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/34315450127</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 17:04:00 -0400</pubDate><category>sophie robinson</category><category>poetry</category><category>quantum physics</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mby8osmU671ros58wo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/33654767335</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/33654767335</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 15:26:51 -0400</pubDate><category>sophie robinson</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>the collective effort of lyric</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Thrilled to our boots at Bad Press to read Rich Owens&amp;#8217; enthusiastic review of Sam Solomon&amp;#8217;s &lt;em&gt;Life of Riley&lt;/em&gt;, thinking about the lyric as a space of multiplicity.  Bye bye, Ophelia.  Get thee to a binary. Etc.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Thinking about Samuel Solomon&amp;#8217;s&lt;a href="http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/25101359539/life-of-riley-by-samuel-solomon"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Life of Riley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Bad Press 2012) while reading through Yeats&amp;#8217;s &amp;#8220;Introduction,&amp;#8221; the 1937 prefatory note composed for an edition of his complete works that never appeared, I found myself struck by the following claim: &amp;#8220;A poet is justified not by the expression of himself, but by the public he finds or creates; a public made by others ready to his hand if he is a mere popular poet, but a new public, a new form of life, if he is a man of genius.&amp;#8221; Beyond calling out the extraordinary belatedness of recent critiques of self-expression at all times linked with an irrepressibly bourgeois desire to recuperate genius as an operative concept, this statement from Yeats is fascinating for its attention to the formation of publics. But rather than imagining a public as a social formation that one participates in building with others, we are offered here one of two options: if we are &amp;#8220;mere&amp;#8221; poets, we can move blindly along with an uninspired herd; or, if we are artists of genius, we can single-handedly construct a new form of life like some sort of megalomaniacal one-size-fits-all vision of good living. There are unquestionably other possibilities, i.e. aligning oneself with a broader, more lateralized collective effort to construct a &amp;#8220;form of life,&amp;#8221; or ways of feeling and grasping, capable of meeting the confluence of demands disposed in the present. Solomon&amp;#8217;s &lt;em&gt;Life of Riley&lt;/em&gt; angles toward such an alignment, each of the poems grounded in a strategic deference that subordinates the narrativized self to a more collective endeavor without surrendering, and arguably by way of, an otherwise self-indulgent lyric excess.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/33640803382</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/33640803382</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 10:38:36 -0400</pubDate><category>samuel solomon</category><category>poetry</category><category>rich owens</category></item><item><title>the Caribous are Here</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hot off the press - the second run of Amy De&amp;#8217;Ath&amp;#8217;s &lt;a href="http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/27552728495/caribou-by-amy-death-2nd-printing"&gt;Caribou&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/32872649326</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/32872649326</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2012 10:33:00 -0400</pubDate><category>amy de'ath</category><category>caribou</category><category>chapbooks</category><category>poetry</category><category>poetry pamphlets</category></item><item><title>BAD DOG DOPPELGÄNGER WTF</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.badpress.org/"&gt;BAD DOG DOPPELGÄNGER WTF&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/32394913876</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/32394913876</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2012 10:51:07 -0400</pubDate><category>notpoems</category></item><item><title>UCPO: So Meta Right Now</title><description>&lt;p&gt;there&amp;#8217;s &lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2012/09/she-and-her-collaborators-demand-nothing-samuel-solomon-on-younger-uk-poets-for-lana-turner/"&gt;a lovely pinning up&lt;/a&gt; on the Poetry Foundation&amp;#8217;s Harriet Blog of Samuel Solomon&amp;#8217;s long-awaited review of the Bad Press consortium release from 2011, &lt;a href="http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16637597209/untitled-colossal-parlour-odes"&gt;Untitled Colossal Parlour Odes&lt;/a&gt; (as well as of a group pamphlet from Grasp Press, now out of print, featuring poems by Francesca Lisette, Timothy Thornton, et al).  Sam&amp;#8217;s original review was posted at the &lt;a href="http://www.lanaturnerjournal.com/books/samuelsolomonnewmodernistbritpo.html"&gt;Lana Turner Journal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are a handful of UCPO&amp;#8217;s left at the Bad Press HQ - get &amp;#8216;em.  You can send us &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/uk/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_flow&amp;amp;SESSION=sC_eKhx54WIiIh6W3Tw_grMNeOv2Hj31GElzf0TnPZCV20V0nPtf_a--C7W&amp;amp;dispatch=5885d80a13c0db1f8e263663d3faee8db02a037e263542f58098410815cf7df7"&gt;£6&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/uk/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_flow&amp;amp;SESSION=Z7ptvwIeNY8-Iaw0mElYNoAFOHL8XnCJvoGE_oH54zh9-keYp8aF03HmqGm&amp;amp;dispatch=5885d80a13c0db1f8e263663d3faee8db02a037e263542f58098410815cf7df7"&gt;$14&lt;/a&gt; and get both UCPO and Sam&amp;#8217;s new chapbook &lt;a href="http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/25101359539/life-of-riley-by-samuel-solomon"&gt;Life of Riley&lt;/a&gt; all in the same bundle of love (if u wanna).&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/32394692962</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/32394692962</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2012 10:44:00 -0400</pubDate><category>samuel solomon</category><category>sophie robinson</category></item><item><title>Bad Press poet Amy De’Ath</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6H1X4acQ4Hg?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bad Press poet Amy De’Ath&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/27575735130</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/27575735130</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2012 16:38:14 -0400</pubDate><category>amy de'ath</category></item><item><title>CARIBOU by Amy De'Ath - *2ND PRINTING*</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first run of the Caribou GALLOPED out of our hands.  But we have re-printed this great beauty.  You can order it for &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=SEFWMZGNEBLB8"&gt;£4&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=DJQKJL4R7SX74"&gt;$7&lt;/a&gt; + p&amp;amp;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A cerebrally serpentine collection of love poems re-working the lyric into a silken girder that will dizzy you with echoes of itself ALL AFTERNOON: in short, &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc66/mannemo/Picture7.png"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" height="254" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc66/mannemo/caribou.jpg" width="200"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caribou whizzes its readers from the ‘Fast Eddy’ of East London to the ‘Vertigo Valley’ of West Canada. “Now I am conducive to everything” writes Amy De’Ath and she means it, through her wonderfully sassy lyric ‘I’ that negotiates the rapids and gulps at the cliff edge with never a flicker of introspective self-importance. These poems are fleet-footed and fancy-free. They love to dance but they know the depths they skip across, the brow that beetles, the heart that almost disintegrates. So they are an example to us. &lt;/em&gt; &amp;#8212; &lt;strong&gt;John Wilkinson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accelerates from fast break scatter into pocketa pocketa: a love careen. “This thing-ting, thinking! &amp;#8230; this out-of-sync wonkybeat,” this poetry knows its game too well not to bash the balls off the table. Go on, De’Ath, “boom brighter than the moon.”&lt;/em&gt; &amp;#8212; &lt;strong&gt;Cathy Wagner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/27552728495</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/27552728495</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2012 09:39:00 -0400</pubDate><category>amy de'ath</category><category>caribou</category><category>small press</category><category>small press poetry</category><category>poetry</category><category>poetry pamphlets</category><category>love poems</category><category>amour</category></item><item><title>Samuel Solomon reads some of the poems now collected in Life of...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pBp4vN4qDLM?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Samuel Solomon reads some of the poems now collected in &lt;a href="http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/25101359539/life-of-riley-by-samuel-solomon"&gt;Life of Riley&lt;/a&gt;. (Recorded at the Sussex Poetry Festival by Rich Owens)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/25633725972</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/25633725972</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2012 03:05:00 -0400</pubDate><category>samuel solomon</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>LIFE OF RILEY, by Samuel Solomon</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Part personae, part lyric, part lyric personae part purple limerick part sun.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a killing gesture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;shapes its own world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&amp;#8217;ve measured them from night to night:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiny ponds of splooge gleam in hawk-stripped light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;In this series of red shouts, misremembered lyrics and culture&lt;br/&gt;skimmings, Samuel Solomon offers a poetics of conviction: language&lt;br/&gt;bumped and rigorous, tampered by gavels but still boisterous in &amp;#8216;the&lt;br/&gt;shadow of our right&amp;#8217;.  ‘These are not tactics raised to principles. /&lt;br/&gt;Every good poem is a transitional demand’.  Taken as a set of analects&lt;br/&gt;‘in the interest of positions sometimes happy’, Solomon’s Life of&lt;br/&gt;Riley offers both a serious engagement with the ludicrous what-is and&lt;br/&gt;a flicker of its opposite: resisting eviction from public space, the&lt;br/&gt;territorialism of capital, and the plunge out of affect into the trap&lt;br/&gt;of concepts, these are poems to lean on.&lt;em&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrea Brady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The smash and clash of discourses buzz across these fully occupied&lt;br/&gt; pages, from rant to camp, from sotto voce to shout in the street, where &lt;br/&gt;“Every good poem is a transitional demand.”  They come in from the &lt;br/&gt;parks and off the screens, but not without lyric shelters deeply earned.  &lt;br/&gt;These are voices, many and singular, that are urgent to be heard.  &lt;br/&gt;Listen in.&lt;em&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Lloyd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;These are &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=HDLC25TU8JXGC"&gt;£5&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=RE765DZEXEJVW"&gt;$8&lt;/a&gt; + p&amp;amp;p. [24pp.  ISBN978-0-9567743-4-7]&lt;br/&gt;Cover image by Lee Triming.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rich Owens, &lt;a href="http://damnthecaesars.blogspot.com/2012/10/samuel-solomon-his-life-of-riley.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samuel Solomon, His Life of Riley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Samuel Solomon, &lt;a href="http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/25633725972/samuel-solomon-reads-some-of-the-poems-now"&gt;Reading at the Sussex Poetry Festival 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/25101359539</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/25101359539</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2012 14:06:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poems</category><category>poets</category><category>poet</category><category>Samuel Solomon</category></item><item><title>YR GUILT IS A MIRACLE, by Ryan Dobran</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;stop the press!  or, uh, start the press!  because we have just unearthed 5 copies of Ryan Dobran&amp;#8217;s 2008 Bad Press chapbook &lt;em&gt;Yr Guilt Is A Miracle&lt;/em&gt;, which we were certain we had sold out of years ago.  these are &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=2VRQV6S3ES22C"&gt;£4 + p&amp;amp;p&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you can watch a clip of Ryan reading from his more recent work &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQ9ZQ7q71sk&amp;amp;list=UUkWkGGvS1OW4ciXfY6Lruhg&amp;amp;index=8&amp;amp;feature=plcp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stuart Calton (illustrious aka THF Drenching) reviewed YRGIS &lt;a href="http://www.intercapillaryspace.org/2009/12/your-guilt-is-miracle-by-ryan-dobran.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, thusly:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where it is unusual is in its restrained potency, it refuses to sit up and perform for the reader, it takes its own path firmly, regardless of the expectations placed upon it. It is, in this sense only, quite sedate. But we must scratch any period-drama-drawing-room connotations: this is tightly-wrought work, coiled and buzzing precisely because it holds itself in abeyance, simmering but refusing to boil over, on its guard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;word to who made yuh&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/26015708396</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/26015708396</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2012 15:09:00 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>chapbooks</category><category>ryan dobran</category><category>guilt</category><category>sedation</category><category>sedition</category></item><item><title>betta act fast</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#8217;re almost clean out of &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;strike&gt;THREE COPIES LEFT&lt;/strike&gt; [woops wow nope they&amp;#8217;re all gone] of Amy De&amp;#8217;Ath&amp;#8217;s CARIBOU, SIX COPIES LEFT of Emily Critchley&amp;#8217;s WHEN I SAY I BELIEVE WOMEN, and a mere handful of UCPOz.  &lt;em&gt;c a l l  t h e  c o r o n e r &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/20787945323</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/20787945323</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2012 14:00:00 -0400</pubDate><category>sellingout</category><category>withoutbeingasellout</category><category>danger</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymlkyelWB1ros58wo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16770528893</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16770528893</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 14:17:22 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>symposium</category><category>festival</category><category>poetics</category><category>polis</category><category>politics</category><category>cornwall</category><category>falmouth</category><category>UCF</category></item><item><title>"OCCUPY BAD PRESS!  Until the end of Feb, Bad Press will donate all U.S. dollahz proceeds from sales..."</title><description>“OCCUPY BAD PRESS!  Until the end of Feb, Bad Press will donate all U.S. dollahz proceeds from sales of Amy De’Ath’s CARIBOU to Occupy Oakland &lt;a href="http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16637724402/caribou-by-amy-death"&gt;http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16637724402/caribou-by-amy-death&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;foment revolutionary imagining&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16637925914</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16637925914</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 10:58:00 -0500</pubDate><category>occupy</category><category>ows</category><category>occupy oakland</category><category>hella occupy</category><category>poetry</category><category>revolution</category><category>imagination</category></item><item><title>CARIBOU by Amy De'Ath</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A cerebrally serpentine collection of love poems re-working the lyric into a silken girder that will dizzy you with echoes of itself ALL AFTERNOON: in short, &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc66/mannemo/Picture7.png"/&gt;&lt;img height="254" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc66/mannemo/caribou.jpg" width="200"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caribou whizzes its readers from the ‘Fast Eddy’ of East London to the ‘Vertigo Valley’ of West Canada. “Now I am conducive to everything” writes Amy De’Ath and she means it, through her wonderfully sassy lyric ‘I’ that negotiates the rapids and gulps at the cliff edge with never a flicker of introspective self-importance. These poems are fleet-footed and fancy-free. They love to dance but they know the depths they skip across, the brow that beetles, the heart that almost disintegrates. So they are an example to us. &lt;/em&gt; &amp;#8212; &lt;strong&gt;John Wilkinson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accelerates from fast break scatter into pocketa pocketa: a love careen. “This thing-ting, thinking! &amp;#8230; this out-of-sync wonkybeat,” this poetry knows its game too well not to bash the balls off the table. Go on, De’Ath, “boom brighter than the moon.”&lt;/em&gt; &amp;#8212; &lt;strong&gt;Cathy Wagner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are currently re-printing the divine Caribou: please &lt;a href="http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/27552728495/caribou-by-amy-death-2nd-printing"&gt;see here&lt;/a&gt; for info.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16637724402</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16637724402</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 10:54:00 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>small press poetry</category><category>poetry pamphlets</category><category>love poems</category><category>amy de'ath</category><category>caribou</category></item><item><title>UNTITLED COLOSSAL PARLOUR ODES</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 Poems, 4 Poets: Marianne Morris, Luke Roberts, Sophie Robinson, Josh Stanley.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;£4 / / $8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc66/mannemo/ucpophoto.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img alt="image" height="188" src="http://badpress.infinology.net/images/ucpophoto2.JPG" width="251"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Four poems/poets in one cultural transmission. All poems feature identifiable subjects, thereby furnishing the reader with that distinctly cozy-by-the-fire hint of the middle-brow, whilst maintaining all the feigned legitimacy of dialogue with poetic history that one would expect from a Bad Press publication. What more do you want. CALL THE DOCTOR!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;These are &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=CKCDM4FM8HLCJ"&gt;£4&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=HAPB5MBTPA794"&gt;$7&lt;/a&gt; + p&amp;amp;p.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16637597209</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16637597209</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 10:51:00 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>small press</category><category>mediation</category><category>subjectivity</category><category>leisure</category><category>luke roberts</category><category>josh stanley</category><category>sophie robinson</category><category>marianne morris</category></item><item><title>WHEN I SAY I BELIEVE WOMEN, by Emily Critchley</title><description>&lt;p&gt;THE ORIGINAL UNCONFESSIONAL&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m amazed by &lt;em&gt;When I Say I Believe Women&lt;/em&gt;.  It feels so new and necessary.&amp;#8221; (Lisa Robertson)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;There is an urgency in Emily Critchley&amp;#8217;s poetry that puts me in way of Rich and Grahn among many other poetic foremothers, which is unique and unafraid, with a serious cutting edge, in a time of great ineptitude, which challenges to be tempered.&amp;#8221; (Susana Gardner)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: OUT OF PRINT&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16638383692</link><guid>http://badpress.tumblr.com/post/16638383692</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate><category>EMILY CRITCHLEY</category><category>poetry</category><category>small press poetry</category><category>unconfessional</category></item></channel></rss>
