MANHOLE FOR THE NEW MILLENNIUM - SAMUEL WRIGHT FAIRBANKS
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SHIPPING 5/1 IN THE US & 5/15 IN EUROPE
“Manhole, e.g., an opening to a confined subterranean space: typically a shaft or a vault; a portal or access point to an "underground public utility." Sam Wright Fairbanks presents us a forbidden, malware riddled deep torrent .zip file palimpsest of acutely randy and counterculturally incisive verse with his poems in this maximalist amulet. The exclamatory is alive here: "visit my dilapidation sometime, sweet guy," like some lost psalmaic New York School acolyte on a steady diet of imageboard scrolling, Wikipedia wormhole journeying, and peach Celsius IV drip, all with the juiciest, utmost, and queerest sincerity. And that's good, sis. "Note the finer textures of dystopia," indeed--take a big big hit off the little brown bottle and let this collection move into you with a bit more ease. “
-Ryan Skrabalak, author of National Lube
“Samuel Wright Fairbanks’ Manhole for the New Millennium is an antic, referential romp through the pleasures and precarities of queer male life in the post-Fordist hellscape of the contemporary US. At one point in the book’s first section, Wright Fairbanks’ speaker sagely proclaims, “Love is not a feeling/ but an infrastructure— utility/ rights of way,” and it is this tercet that undergirds the book’s whole, for while readers are treated to a dizzying array of signifiers, from poppers to “rugby thighs” to “sucking on a truck bed” it is the expression of love that seems the book’s main purpose. Thus, when the speaker of a later poem claims, “My body is a juicy decoherence,” it is as a joyful fact— the queer male body is simplified as a vehicle for love and its most passionate expressions in Wright Fairbanks’ expert language. I never thought such a horny book could make me think so much, or that such a thinking-person’s poetry could make me so horny, but Manhole for the New Millennium proves exceptional in both regards.”
- Ted Rees, author of Hand Me the Limits
PREORDERS NOW OPEN :)
SHIPPING 5/1 IN THE US & 5/15 IN EUROPE
“Manhole, e.g., an opening to a confined subterranean space: typically a shaft or a vault; a portal or access point to an "underground public utility." Sam Wright Fairbanks presents us a forbidden, malware riddled deep torrent .zip file palimpsest of acutely randy and counterculturally incisive verse with his poems in this maximalist amulet. The exclamatory is alive here: "visit my dilapidation sometime, sweet guy," like some lost psalmaic New York School acolyte on a steady diet of imageboard scrolling, Wikipedia wormhole journeying, and peach Celsius IV drip, all with the juiciest, utmost, and queerest sincerity. And that's good, sis. "Note the finer textures of dystopia," indeed--take a big big hit off the little brown bottle and let this collection move into you with a bit more ease. “
-Ryan Skrabalak, author of National Lube
“Samuel Wright Fairbanks’ Manhole for the New Millennium is an antic, referential romp through the pleasures and precarities of queer male life in the post-Fordist hellscape of the contemporary US. At one point in the book’s first section, Wright Fairbanks’ speaker sagely proclaims, “Love is not a feeling/ but an infrastructure— utility/ rights of way,” and it is this tercet that undergirds the book’s whole, for while readers are treated to a dizzying array of signifiers, from poppers to “rugby thighs” to “sucking on a truck bed” it is the expression of love that seems the book’s main purpose. Thus, when the speaker of a later poem claims, “My body is a juicy decoherence,” it is as a joyful fact— the queer male body is simplified as a vehicle for love and its most passionate expressions in Wright Fairbanks’ expert language. I never thought such a horny book could make me think so much, or that such a thinking-person’s poetry could make me so horny, but Manhole for the New Millennium proves exceptional in both regards.”
- Ted Rees, author of Hand Me the Limits