Bøker av KIm Vodicka

If people were still banning and burning books, Vodicka's Dear Ted would be at the top ofthe shortlist. Lars Von Trier will option this book. Pasolini would be proud.-Kim Göransson, photography and music production at feral sleep studyVodicka's Dear Ted is not a genuflecting murder ballad. It's not a hyperbolic elegy to thecult of personality that exists around a spectral boogeyman in pleated slacks. It IS aferocious take-no-prisoners deconstruction of the sycophantic idol worship that growslike kudzu around killers that often obscures the survivors, victims, and vindicators.Vodicka is the definition of fearless. A poet who wields words like hammers andmetaphors like lead pipes in the hands of angels. A not-to-be-missed collection.-S.A. Cosby, New York Times bestselling author of Razorblade Tears andBlacktop WastelandWith Dear Ted, Vodicka grabs her hot pink poetry brush and paints important feminineenergy all over the often male-focused world of serial killers. It's a collection that offerspoignant statements on violence against women in art and pop culture. Dear Ted takes thepower away from men, both serial killers and serial daters alike. It's a killer read and anempowering one, too.-Gina Tron, true crime staff writer for Oxygen and author of Suspect, Employment, and Star 67Results of the autopsy are in: Kim Vodicka is the real killer, slaying with necromanticwordplay illegal in most states, including the states of denial, arousal & psychosis.-Jack Skelley, author of Fear of Kathy AckerVodicka's feral wit and fetishistic wordplay don't just sugarcoat her bitter pills oflacerating truth; they seduce you and wreck your defenses as she smears period bloodon the valorization of misogynistic monsters and vivisects the rancid romantic carnagecommitted by the sociopathic shitshows that walk among us. But if it's wrong to beturned on by this poetic orgy of nightmares and accusations, I don't know how to beright.-Cody Goodfellow, Wonderland Book Award-winning author ofUnamerica and All-Monster ActionIt is impossible to choose between the three "circles" presented in Vodicka's electrifyingcollection Dear Ted. Every section of this book is dangerous, chaotic, and compulsory.Every poem is an essential marriage of brutal honesty and elaborate humor.-Gabriel Ricard, author of Bondage Night and Disgruntled ColumnistVodicka relentlessly probes emotional violence in this long-form, experimental poem, inflicting on the reader what destructive relationships do to the women involved. Thebook requires a commitment to gross anatomy, mental gymnastics, breaking one's ownhall of mirrors about the harm we cause, request and inflict. "Do you know how muchwork / goes into revisiting the scene / of a murder?" Vodicka asks as a demand, as shefearlessly confesses her crimes committed and consumed.-Nettie Zan Powers, author of Victimless Crime

The Elvis Machine is a book of poems inspired by living, loving, and hate-fucking in Memphis, Tennessee—a city still kissed with the 1950s. Forged in a dumpster fire of toxic Elvises, these poems are pornographic bad romances, psychedelic love dirges, and threnodies for sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll. They’ll make you laugh off the pain as much as you'll cry, cringe, and feel exposed in this 'No Boys Allowed' clubhouse of feminine rage and healing."Kim Vodicka is the sexier Stephen Wright of poetry, with incisive one-liners so sharp and mind-blowingly funny that you forget how hard you were laughing before you started crying, then started laughing again."–John Skipp, author of The Art of Horrible People“Vodicka’s poetry is a seasick-sweet treasure trove of marvel. Her verses leave you yearning for the kind of love and life you know is bad for you, but you can’t stop reading.”–Elle Nash, author of Animals Eat Each Other“Here is the uncanny valley girl, the B-movie queen, Kim Vodicka, delivering a prize fight of the sexes in poetry where every line is a punch line. This book is the seminal display of misogyny’s trauma, an unflinching exposé of toxic relationships, and an exquisitely honest portrayal of a woman’s most intimate bits. Vodicka peels us to the core. This is what raw feels like.”–Jeanette Powers, author of Dandylion Riot and founder of Stubborn Mule Press“The Elvis Machine is foaming at the mouth all over your pillow. Vodicka takes our balls and wears them like a teething necklace. Her wordplay is as bloody as it is brilliant. This is a love story dissected and displayed of its most vulnerable parts. Once again, she has managed to rock all my sensibilities.”–Kelsey Marie Harris, author of The Jolly Queef