A gun barrel, 70 words, 37 lines. This skinny poem looks like a coffin nail, a phallic gesture, a rush to death, or the passage of Time itself. But along its narrow length are 37 little framed pictures clicking by as you drop down the page.
"When I read a poem I want it to be something that could scalp me and leave me for dead. I want it to be suffused with the beauty of language and the power of murder. I want it to own me every time I read it, I want it to be unique, unrepeatable and yet absolutely surprising every time I dive into it. I want it to have the same kind of power as a Goya or a prehistoric cave hunting scene. I want it to make my blood shake, monstrously and always."
Todd Moore has had more than 100 chapbooks and books published since 1976. His latest book from Lummox Press this year is The Riddle of the Wooden Gun which is part of the DILLINGER epic. Moore's work has been called both hypnotic and cinematic. One critic noted "Moore's style is unmistakable, as recognizable as a Hemingway sentence." Epic Rites Press in Canada will publish a book of his poetry in 2010. Todd Moore's photo taken by Roy Manzanares. Todd has lived in Albuquerque since 1993.
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