And If You Don't Go Crazy I'll Meet You Here Tomorrow
And If You Don't Go Crazy I'll Meet You Here Tomorrow

Filip Marinovich

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"What's happening? What is happening to me? The poems of Filip Marinovich, that's what!" — Caconrad

Filip Marinovich's second book spans the Otts, the outs, and many outposts. Travel with Filip and meet the phantoms of airplane chewing gum and beat on a drum with a Molotov cocktail.

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New York—a ward, a last call, a national team, the biggest mission, a well drink,
a closed ride, cornmorant meat, legitimacy, roof, deal, cream, raison d'etre.

"I'll suck you off if that will give you any satisfaction. 
You can slip it into me from behind then," insinuatingly.

"Yes! I go the dirty route." "Hello! I see you are home.
I'm coming over now." Surprise! impatience kills you daily

while you chase your high boyfriend from the sun.

 

 

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About the Author

Filip Marinovich

Filip Marinovich is the author of Zero Readership and And If You Don't Go Crazy I'll Meet You Here Tomorrow, both published by Ugly Duckling Presse. In Fall 2011 Filip served as librarian at The People's Library at Occupy Wall Street and worked with Stephen Boyer as co-compiler of "The Occupy Wall Street Poetry Anthology" as well as performing in the weekly Poetry Assembly. Filip is currently working on an epic poem named "Wolfman Librarian" based on his experiences leading up to and during the Occupation of Wall Street. An excerpt appears online in EOAGH 7.

Advance Praise

Full of smarts, which used to be called 'wisdom'. And here, now (thank goodness) takes on sharp shapes to disorient us to the depths.—Richard Foreman
What's happening? What is happening to me? The poems of Filip Marinovich, that's what! This book makes me cry, then laugh, it's awful, it's fantastic! Joy is in the movement he says and there is an inexplicable physicality between each word! Have you been here? Ever visit such a place? In one sitting you will read it and want every book to possess such tangential magic! I'm stupid with love for the genius of Filip Marinovich!—Caconrad
Filip is not wailin. Oh no. He’s just deliriously glad to be walking the tightrope between leaf and leaving, Corso, Mayakovsky and DiPrima and McClure. O’Hara too. Sound old? It’s not. I couldn’t stop reading his seductive devastation. It’s an experienced text. I feel changed by Filip Marinovich tonight and if I heard him read this long poem tomorrow I’d feel changed again. He urges us all to make a mess, to stay foolishly alive across deaths and borders while splashing in a puddle of language. We get to do that? Yes! He proclaims, vehemently, author of such permissive verse, a dirty Dr. Seuss, endlessly capable of teaching us.—Eileen Myles