2013 promises to be a banner year for my "poetry". "Scarred Canvas" will be released June 2013 to outstanding reviews. Normally reviews mean nothing to me. These reviews however, have come from people I respect and read. I hope everyone will grab a copy upon release by Underground Voices Press.
I've also just put the fimishing touches on my next book (let's hope the editor agrees) "Poppy Tinged Kiss". It is much too early to announce a publication date, so stay tuned for more information. For a sample, here is the poem from which I took the books title:
Poppy Tinged Kiss
I didn't intend
to miss you more
than the few moments
it took to wrinkle
2-3 t-shirts
& a torn pair of jeans
into a rucksack
1000 miles away
& 230 days of memory
the flop houses
are just as crowded
the sex even more
meaningless
than the sugar cut
heroin my veins
still ache for
but on some nights Bridgett
when candlelight bends
at a perfect angle
I catch a tiny glimpse
of your face
in the Meth glossed eyes
of teenage girls
who spread wide
their souls
& legs
before the gods
of this street life
& wish not
that you were here
but that I
for one final time
could melt into
your bloodstream
like a warm
poppy tinged kiss
RC Edrington
"I'm all the time aware it's reality and not literature I'm engaged in." -Alexander Trocchi
20 May 2013
09 May 2013
"Scarred Canvas": Final Cover Art
"Scarred Canvas"
Selected Works
by RC Edrington
Published by Underground Voices June 2013
Final Cover Selection
Cover Artwork by
Cecilia Ferreiara
23 April 2013
"Scarred Canvas" Review by Bart Solarczyk
"Edrington splatters the page & scars the canvas with scenes of runaway goth waifs, bored housewives on the make, aging tattooed punk rockers, assorted drunks & junkies all shuffling a broken bottle landscape where what passes for love is measured out in dime bags, bad booze & bargain cigarettes. Rented rooms, always the hustle, dirty money changing dirty hands, one day winners & other losers, the smell of infection, an itch burrowed beneath skin digging deeper. Hard times, hard liquor, whores & heroin, for the sake of the hard story, for the poems come to break & hollow bone. A man endures & writes it down & now it's yours dear reader. A rosey blood cloud blooming in a shared syringe." --Bart Solarczyk
21 April 2013
Ron Androla "Scarred Canvas" Book Blurb
"Scarred Canvas", is to be released June 15, 2013 by Underground Voices Press. Here is an early review by small press heaveyweight Ron Androla:
"Fuck you. I mean that as both message & sentiment in regards to reading RC Edrington's latest book of poems. Fuck you & yr clean poems. Fuck you & yr undamaged mind & veins & heart. Fuck you & yr preconceived perceptions of what a poet shld say, or be, or how he or she shld act. Fuck you & intellectual density, even emotional density, spiritual density, allow for the transparent ghosts. & fuck you for being a ghost, & transparent. RC's poems are unapologetic. His poems are not kisses & smiles – rather, the poems are raging, & insane. I don't know how a man cld manage to rein in the anger in the form of a poem, but RC has attained the feat. This is a rare achievement. These poems are LIFE, & not manufactured, manicured, College-altered equations. Fuck you. These poems are tough, & messy, & existentially sad: reality. Reality is always saying fuck you."
"Fuck you. I mean that as both message & sentiment in regards to reading RC Edrington's latest book of poems. Fuck you & yr clean poems. Fuck you & yr undamaged mind & veins & heart. Fuck you & yr preconceived perceptions of what a poet shld say, or be, or how he or she shld act. Fuck you & intellectual density, even emotional density, spiritual density, allow for the transparent ghosts. & fuck you for being a ghost, & transparent. RC's poems are unapologetic. His poems are not kisses & smiles – rather, the poems are raging, & insane. I don't know how a man cld manage to rein in the anger in the form of a poem, but RC has attained the feat. This is a rare achievement. These poems are LIFE, & not manufactured, manicured, College-altered equations. Fuck you. These poems are tough, & messy, & existentially sad: reality. Reality is always saying fuck you."
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