This mirror's selfie-proof, a machine that dams back the gloom.
After a brief period of mourning, it was the afternoon.
This mirror is selfie-proof, a machine that dams
back the gloom. When machines dream they dream
of stopping. But this bulimic is all hangnails
with a hankering to throatsing.
Following the Fratellini Family of clowns, Jeramy Dodds astonishes readers and non-readers alike. Techniques such as his patented triumph, the Grand Mal Caesura, along with other favourites, are on display inside. Dodds is a warlock of words, only to be outdone by them, enslaved by them, freed by them - maybe even loved by them. A haunting, yet hilarious depiction of a journey to and fro the furthest limits of the human experiment.
‘Bejeweled and bedazzled, punning and punk, the poems of Drakkar Noir swim through surreal pools and climb out dripping and invigorated. They are grotesque, wild, jolie laide. “Too much!” a reader might say, throwing the book to the ground, but the lines would sparkle up with their “selfie-proof” mirrors, their bizarre bodies, their sonic booming, and then how could a reader resist?’
– Heather Christle, author of What Is Amazing
‘Unpacking his ever-startling “songwet” and “sundrowned” language, Dodds takes his readers through “towns with all the charm of exit wounds,” lavishing upon the reader the “laugh that sobs itself to death.” This is scrimshawed loadbearing verse – astonishingly delightful!’
– Guy Maddin
‘Contemporary poetry is too often stuck in the hedgerows of mundanity, still chasing the small animals and weather of the twentieth century. Drakkar Noir isn't like that. Jeramy Dodds is out bravely chasing after the new gods of our post-electric reality. He is ravaging the wi-fi connections of our collective heartbreak, and our panicked wonder, for the truth about what the hell is happening to us. This is the best new stuff I have read by a North American.’
– Robert Montgomery