Chernoff’s I'M LIKE THE GREAT GRANDCHILD OF MARX & COCA-COLA (BUT NON-BINEY) pits the stock market, that chaotic and often esoteric meeting place for buyers and sellers, against the mixed blessing of consciousness, to ask which one is the better source of value over time. That there’s no definitive answer is precisely the point. Strewn with delectable lines and resonant moments of insight, the book captures the anxiety and oversaturation of existing in a world motivated by wealth in all its gluttonous, debased glory, without losing sight of the basic human needs underpinning its tireless pursuit. -Trevor Abes
From "SHIT SHOW AT THE FUCK FACTORY"
January 28th, 2021
Don’t go downstairs underneath the floorboards where the greeds fist each other’s needs like little fakeouts with a hundred here and a billion or two there, don’t go, don’t.
Spectate and inspect, respect and circumvent, let it be, let it all come crumbling let the let the let the roaming roam and the stony stone those billionaires to death. ...
A Video Tape Swaddled in Purple Wool, By Kevin Spenst
Visceral and fearless. The Last Thing I Will See Before I Die unflinchingly dissects its own body. Hegele slices cross-sections of past and present, pulls the meat apart before the reader and asks what it means to be seen. -Fawn Parker
Tadpoles, minnows, foals, and chameleons. These are some of the creatures that appear in Sydney Hegele's debut poetry chapbook, The Last Thing I Will See Before I Die, a collection that sings of rebirth and change through language and the act of naming—of becoming. Full of startling images and rushes of music, they write of the repercussions of violence as “rotting lunch / in a wet paper bag” while simultaneously inviting the reader into the closeness of bed, where love “lets us / rest.” Vibrant and unforgettable, these poems are a celebration of the act of (re)creation. -Jenny Berkel