£6.99
Charlotte Geater’s poems for my FBI agent takes us down a Lynchian rabbit hole in which a sad and shadowy agent follows the poet’s every move. This book’s true surrealism lies in the fidelity with which it depicts how we now live in a world where we are each the warm applause at the end of our own nightly show, and the rabid dogs ever ready to devour one of our own. These poems are propelled forward by a pulsing investigative energy.
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Charlotte Geater’s poems for my FBI agent takes us down a Lynchian rabbit hole in which a sad and shadowy agent follows the poet’s every move. This book’s true surrealism lies in the fidelity with which it depicts how we now live-in a world where we are each the warm applause at the end of our own nightly show, and the rabid dogs ever-ready to devour one of our own. These poems are propelled forward by a pulsing investigative energy.
| Weight | 54 g |
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| Dimensions | 21.6 × 14 × 0.2 cm |
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| Publisher | Bad Betty Press |
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| Cover | Paperback |
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| Language | English |
| Edition | |
| Dewey | 821.92 (edition:23) |
| Readership | General – Trade / Code: K |
