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BEDTIME STORIES FOR THE END OF THE WORLD!
Daniel Borzutzky

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Winner of the 2016 National Book Award for Poetry for his collection The Performance of Becoming Human.

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Description

Hand sewn in black twine with black metal eyelets
Persian Blue covers with dark blue inkjet & gold linocut print
Gold flyleaves
Strathmore Bright White interiors
7 x 7 inches
40 pages

Bloof Books Chapbook Series
Vol. 2: Issue 5
ISSN: 2373-163x

Bedtime Stories for the End of the World! was the fifth chapbook in the 2014 Bloof Books chapbook series. Hand-sewn in black twine with metal eyelets between dark blue covers and contrast flyleaves, each copy was relief-printed across the front cover with yellow flames. Limited to an edition of 100 numbered copies.

Excerpt

from “In the Blazing Cities of Your Rotten Carcass Mouth”

The children were eating the bushes outside of their former houses that had been crushed by The Bank of America.
There was a boy in a bush singing an improvised song about a bulldozer that obliterates the bureaucratic centers of the earth.
Do you remember cheese, he sang to his friend.
Te acuerdas de la piƱa

Do you remember ferries, he sang to his friend.
Te acuerdas de los patos

Do you remember school bells and cowards and the boys who would come to our yard to eat the scraps of food we threw to them before the city started to blaze

Bienvenidos a CVS. Si cuenta con tu Extra Care Card please escanea it now.
There really wasn’t money anymore or at least there wasn’t money for us.
The man with the camera kissed me and took photographs of the blood that dripped from my fingers.
Everyone knew he was CIA.
He knew for example that the blood that dripped from my face tasted like the blood of the workers assassinated by the Fatherland.
Then I found a dying shack and I met a man with a chain and he was snoring and talking in his sleep and he smelled like pee and complained he had lost his pension when they privatized the city in the dying days of the rotten carcass economy.
Looking after the world is a shitty job if you’re really not a people person.

 

 

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Author

Borzutzky, Daniel