Great Balls of Flowers - Softcover

Abee, Steve

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ISBN 10: 0982148852 ISBN 13: 9780982148853

Publisher: Write Bloody Publishing, 2010

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Great Balls of Flowers is "Holy Angelic, neo-beat regular speak love language” of the highest degree. Steve Abee's first full length poetry collection is a beautifully complete portrait of Abee's life in 21st century Los Angeles. It celebrates and elevates the everyday into the hands of the true. The work is accessible and insightful, hilarious, sublime, compelling, upsetting and inspiring. Great Balls of Flowers is contemporary American literature in the tradition of Whitman and Ted Berrigan, the Beats and Frank O'Hara. It is both traditional and subversive, the tradition of subversion in service of the human heart, the human experience.

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About the Author:

Abee writes in the American lyric tradition of Whitman and Kerouac, yet experiencing Abee perform his work in person is like a university lecture - if Iggy Pop was the professor. Abee is his own kind of American Literary experience. He holds MFA in Fiction and Poetry from Antioch University Los Angeles. His novel, Johnny Future, was released with MacAdam/Cage in the Spring of 2010. Other titles he has written are The Bus: Cosmic Ejaculations of the Daily Mind in Transit (Phony Lid Books) and the collection of short stories and poems King Planet (Incommunicado).

Thank You Poem #2

On behalf of myself and my daughters Penelope

and Maya, I just want to say thank you to whoever was

responsible for the ducks in Echo Park lake last night,

around eight o' clock with the late-day, summer sun light

bouncing off of their speckled feather necks, and the big

bumps on the bill of the big honker duck, who at the fried

Dorito wheels right out of my hand and Penelope's hand,

whose bill nibbled my fingers even, but did not hurt,

And also thanks for the fountain spraying white

geysers of water so high into the sky, blue sky, orange sun

mumbling like an old man on a bus to no one, to everyone,

And thanks for the lotus flowers, blooming pink and

white, like breasts, petals like sheets of a gown coming

undone,

And thank you for the play ground and all the other

children, the Mexican kids, the Chinese kids, we all belong

here, we have always belonged here.

And thanks for the Dodgers and Eric Gagne, and for

the ninth inning that looked good, then bad, and good

again and ended that way, Dodgers win 6 to 5, and for the

car radio where I got to listen to that last inning of the

game,

And for my daughters Penelope and Maya, I want

to say thank you, thank you for their eyes and hair, and

running smiling little kid bodies, running up the slide and

sliding down the slide, and running through the grass, and

under the trees, to get a raspado from the raspado man.

I must say thanks for the atoms of the air, the

molecules conspiring to energize this experience of grass

and tree and duck and sun.

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