All PsychoTex™ books are dutifully hand-bound using
only the finest quality Elmer's glue and staples by weasel boy®
himself while hallucinating on cheap beer late at night at the kitchen
table.
Say a prayer.
"I would say that Kell Robertson is one fine cowboy-poet, worth a
dozen New Yorker poetasters. Let them listen and hear a voice of the
real America out there."
-lawrence ferlinghetti
34 PAGES FOR ONLY $10! (IN A LIMITED EDITION OF 200
HAND-MADE, NUMBERED COPIES)
SOME SIGNED COPIES STILL AVAILABLE
FOR 15$
photo by Kevin E. White a.k.a. weasel boy®
a review by Robert W. Howington
Todd Moore will be the featured poet in THE NEW YORK QUARTERLY
#57, out early next year. Six of his poems will lead off that issue of
the most respected poetry mag in America. It's about fucking time that
Todd, a 58-year-old retired high school English teacher, got his due.
Since 1970, he's een getting his poems published in 'little' magazines
all over the world. He's had many, many chapbooks of his work published.
His Primal Publishing's Dillinger I & II perfect bound books were
highly praised by the Los Angeles Times Book Review. His raw,
rude, rough and riffraff filled poems cut to the chase. In 20 lines he
can say more than most poets say in 20 poems. He's a brutal story
teller. He's been called a pornographer. And a genius.
And now master bookmaker Kevin E. White, PSYCHOTEX publisher, has
collected 15 unique poems from Todd and put them in a beautifully
handmade limited edition, complete with a built-in nylon ribbon
bookmark, called fire & blood & broken glass that costs only $10.
It'll be the best $10 you'11 spend on a book all year because it's truly
a great read. There're many unforgettable lines throughout these 54
pages. It'll also be the wisest $10 you'll spend on a book because it's
an automatic collector's item. But you better order one fast! White is
only putting together 200 copies.
These poems are different from any other Moore poems because they're not
Dillinger poems and they're not filled with mad dog sex and ultra
violence. These are real tales from Moore's childhood, part of which was
spent living in a whorehouse hotel. After reading these gems I envy
Moore's childhood. This guy had a LOT more fun than I did. He shot guns,
he made Molotov cocktails, he played cowboys on a whore's bed, his
alcoholic father would stand outside the Clifton Hotel and tell him the
whores, "...can't charge you for looking." His dad also gave him this
advice on life in father finished the: "it's all a crap/game you
gotta play/even tho you lose." Todd's initial drink was described in
this poem:
first taste of
whiskey was behind randy's
salvage in the back seat
of a junked
39 ford it was
weck me & sandy & she
cdn't wait to pass me
the
bottle i took a big swig
like i was drinking a
coke only
the fumes
started going into my
nose & then i was gagging
while weck's yelling
jesus yr wasting the good
stuff & sandy's
grabbing
me & sticking her tongue
into my mouth & before i
cd get her off she'd
licked out the taste
see she said is't
that
better.
Makes me wannd grab a bottle of Jim Beam right now and chug-a-]ug it.
Naw, I won't do that. I'11 do something even better. I'11 read this book
again cover to cover.
photo by Pete Jonsson
ONLY $10! (IN A LIMITED EDITION OF 200 NUMBERED
COPIES)
SOME SIGNED COPIES ON 100% COTTON PAPER ARE STILL AVAILABLE
FOR 15$
and the book that made weasel boy®
famous:
yeah, i kiss my cat
right there on those
furry cat lips
i don't french him
though
well
i tried it once
just to piss off
my
girlfriend
she always said
i kissed the cat
more than i did
her
living dangerously
now this is something i really like
i hop in my 1966 Rambler
4-door Classic sedan
and cruise down to the corner store
buy a
six-pack
and then get on the freeway
i turn the radio up
loud
on the spanish station
KESS 1270 "La Fabulosa"
then i
drive real fast
well, not over 60
while knocking back those cold
ones
and listening to mexican music
but this is the best
part:
i don't wear a seat belt...
72 pages / softbound / edition of 300 hand-made
initialed and numbered copies / a few are still left & they're only $10!
weasel boy® was first published in 1992 in Fort Worth, Texas
what the critics are saying about the famous weasel
boy®:
"the weasel boy is a
trip! ... flair, humor, cynicism, and bite... all this and art
too!"
"...packed with poems, stories, photos, and drawings
about love, sex, drinking, cats, etc. in Kevin's laid-back and
occasionally caustic but always intelligent style."
"...mad art and poetry of the ballsy kind from
artist/punk rocker Kevin E. White. Livid fun w/twisted laughter, dirt
cheap! Grab it."
"Kevin White writes short, blunt chunks of Texas,
low-rent, cheap-beer-drihking attitude. He lists his guideposts up
front- Dostoevsky, Henry Miller, and Charles Bukowski. These pieces are
crass and hard-ass, maybe a little misogynistic, and they often make me
laugh."
and the second book of weasel boy®
:
some things were never meant to be
whenever i pet my
cats
and they stick their tails in the air
giving me a good
shot
of those furry cat cojones
i always get just the teensiest
bit
jealous
because i wish that my balls
were covered with
soft fur
just like theirs...
82 pages / hand-made, initialed & numbered / 10$
"The second collection of boozy anecdotes from
the the irrepressible "weasel boy" comes in a swell 82 page, hand-made
(with built-in marker, like a prayer book) format filled with
prose-poems and etchings. Subjects range from the usual (lots of beer,
some sex) to the unique ( a dog that's into screwing a stuffed Snoopy,
the writer's special Valentine's Day ritual), all approached with
sensitivity and humor- minus the wimp factor. Anyone who'd write "the
romantic in me/ wants to believe in true love/ The alcoholic in me/ only
believes in/ more beer..." I'd drink a toast to anyday, and read his
poems."
"These are appallingly funny poems, wittily
naughty..."
"...an original Texas pioneer of modern
strangeness."
& here's one from my new book:
the brag of weasel boy
thousands of years ago, in the
dark predawn of historical infancy, i established impenetrable psychic
links with elephants and waterfowl. my blood is as thin as vodka and
that's just the way i fucking like it. i circumcised myself while still
inside the womb using a smuggled shiv forged from the still glowing
radioactive shards of that UFO that crashed in Roswell, New Mexico in
1947. when i scratch my ass stock prices plunge in Tokyo. ooh-la-weee!
my enchilada farts are sonic booms heard 'round the world. i taught el
niño to sit and roll over. i make the world's greatest cheese
sauce- without using cheese! coyotes are the guardians of my territorial
markings. i can swill more cheap beer than all the dykes & fairies in
Central Park. i made the devil polish my cowboy boots and then kicked
his ass just for the hell of it. give me an inch and i'll take a
millenium. i'm eternal, infernal & perpendicular. i have no square root.
i screwed the virgin mary and made her forget all about that asshole
joseph. yes, jeezuz h. christ was MY illegitimate bastard spawn. when
the fat lady sings by god i'll goose her with a hot rod cattle prod that
never goes soft. when i formed myself out of the primordial ooze i broke
the mold with my penis. god loves me and every once in a while i'll love
him right back because... that's just the way i am.
54 pages / a limited edition of 300 hand-made initialed & numbered
copies for a mere 10$! you can't beat that!
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