Abstract Slavery

by R.C. Miller, Gary J. Shipley

These charged poems are masterful. The velocity with which they move is intoxicating. In Abstract Slavery, Shipley and Miller pilot words philosophically, surrealistically, anarchically. Indeed: “Loony signs of wonder stamp altars on their customers.”

Uche Nduka, author of Nine East


This book is like an ulcer oozing poetry. There’s nothing redeeming about these poems. Which feels like exactly what some of us might need right now.

Nick Demske, author of Nick Demske


As much as I hate that fucking glazier, Abstract Slavery updates Paris Spleen for me.
Mind Puckering . . . I mean Mind Fuckering.

John D. Morton, musician, founder of electric eels and X_X

Genres: Poetry

110 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2017

About the author

Ross C. Miller.

Reviews

[Jamie Grefe · Rating 3 out of 5]

I feel I skimmed the surface of this near-impenetrable (and joyfully tedious) work, though the final poem resonates:

ERASED PLACE
I find the answer to our team:
It isn't anything, it's univocity and air.
I take a break between my legs.
Can you hear me turning less alive?
The sea is the reason I feel sick inside.
And why the food I eat is still moving.
Blessed are the sat upon.

[Carlton Duff · Rating 2 out of 5]

Fairly odd collection of poetry, not much going on IMO...liked this line though...”My birthright is the refusal to reproduce”