Dark Dark Mouth - MTN.
Dark Dark Mouth - MTN.
SLIT MY SKELETON OPEN & EAT MY LOVE IN THE MOST OUTRAGEOUS GARDEN
ISBN: 978-1-941985-26-7
35 Pages
5.8" x 8.3"
Ltd. Edition Print Run
Ship Date: January 15th, 2019
To read MTN.’s writing is to find oneself stranded on a lonely spaceship in an unknown galaxy. Dark Dark Mouth is both a love song & burning effigy to sadness, solitude, and optimism. These 25 guttural elegies are laced with a preturbing extesistalism and a cautious sweetness, making for a short epos that is as harrowing as it is hopeless. A gigantic little book, Dark Dark Mouth is as if Sasha Fletcher met Aleister Crowley in a dark alley and neither came out alive. Breathe deep, motherfucker.
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PRAISE FOR DARK DARK MOUTH
"MTN's poems are just so good. I love the way they make wild things come true, make the given world go wobbly. Reading Dark Dark Mouth I felt my body enter into some new kind of dimension or plane of understanding, one made of phrases bending toward and away from each other, bold and then shy, captivating at every turn. In these poems you'll find thought, feeling and language engaging in mutual activation. You may not be able to distinguish between them. It's a weird, exciting process to witness, and it makes me want to dance."
-Heather Christle, Heliopause and What Is Amazing
"Here’s the thing: I love EVIL MTN’s writing. I love love love it. And it’s impossible to explain what love feels like. I could tell you this book stumbles to the precipice of the sublime, the place where beauty gets gross, where imagination gets perilous, it stumbles there, then plops down & picks up a handful of dust & lets the dust fall back to the ground. I could say MTN uses the surreal as a tool of analysis of self & culture & race, uncovering the nonsense squirming in the core of all things. I could claim this book gets into universal truths through their frayed edges & that this kind of truth, as MTN says of optimism, ‘is not really a promise / it’s kind of a suggestion / with a question mark.’ I don’t know—I’d probably say just about anything to make you start reading this. Once you do, I think you’ll love it too. MTN gets deep into the transcendence of wonder & the transcendence of the self’s maze of interiority & the transcendence of how fucked up things are—the poems funny & sad & silly & astonishing & incredibly inspiring—& at the same time, MTN keeps a foot on the brakes, warning that all our wondrous thoughts, all our architectural lyricisms, all the strangenesses of worship & terror are all also probably bullshit. And how that too is amazing?"
-Mathias Svalina, Waistoid and Destruction Myth
