by Stan Apps
(LPCB030) - 7 1/4" x 8 3/4" - 20 pages - Two Color Hand silkscreened Cover
Poetry is like the forces of the market. Adjustment of the forces is like being in love with "Santheripean Kingdies." Apps takes us on a poly-vocal exploration of the realities of a world run by Wall Street.
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From the Author
Author’s Declaration
The author wrote this book a few months before deciding to go back to school (to pursue either graduate study in English or law school—ultimately, it was decided on law school). It was a time of personal and collective economic crisis, and the two contrived to become mixed in the author’s mind, in a manner T. S. Eliot might have described as a “personal gripe.” Several unpleasant economic facts jangle ceremoniously through this book.
And now, law school awaits, and hopefully in a few years the author will decisively depart from these concerns. For it is an old adage that it is the poor who think about the pains of poverty, and so if the author gets good grades and gets on his feet running to keep up with the younger students, it may be possible for him to restrict the purview of his vision to other forms of unpleasantness. While this may not be admirable, the author is confident that you would consider it admirable if you were in a sufficiently advantaged economic condition. Naturally, successful competitors admire displays of competitive readiness more than less successful competitors do.
As for this display of somewhat pitiable hand-wringing about the effects of market decline on people who would rather not think about such things, I think it’s alright. I admire all the emotions on display, because I think they’re the same emotions most of us have in this collective torture device called the “capitalist economy.” And the big joke is how much we hurt ourselves trying to ensure the protection of our means for hurting others. I would prefer to live differently, but if everyone is so set upon preserving these systems, and glorifying the anxiety-promoting self-harm they induce, then what can I do? I suppose the only way I will be able to transcend them is by making more money.
So I’ll try. Meanwhile, for the next few years of hand-to-mouth student life, these words will probably continue to resemble my life.
Thank you and good day.
Stan Apps