Join poet Jason Preu for an adventurous and spell-binding romp through the world of Purple Wizards and Neon-Bright Exceptionalisms. This book bends traditional design, including drawings, lined paper, appendices, and more unique surprises. Preu brings a light-heart and joyous nature to both playful and serious poems.
Jason Preu studied Philosophy & Language, Literature, and Writing at the University of Kansas. He currently lives in the Kansas City metro and worships avocados with his wife and children.
Thanks for making poetry something I can get curious about. And, let the game of poems begin!
Jason Preu has done some amazing stuff in his new book More Poems about purple wizards and neon bright exceptionalisms. Now many of you may know poetry is not something I am prone to; however, this is a book like no other.
It caught my attention with a little poem called Top Guns (& yes Goose & Maverick would be proud)
There are many highlights including The Afterparty & byob But, my all time favorite is:
The Diagnostic Artifact Recognizes Itself & Decides Nietzsche was onto something
From the title, one might assume there was an earlier book of Purple Wizard poems, but Preu’s poems are so quirky there’s no guarantee. I’m not sure who the Purple Wizard is any more than I know how to describe this collection. For starters, I’d say it’s a mix of childhood wonder and adult skepticism, surrealism, magical realism, science fiction, fable, a little of this, a little of that, and a whole lot of fun. Preu is definitely an original voice, and his children’s artwork sprinkled through the book add even more charm and whimsy.
The quirkier the poem, the more I enjoyed it. Being not so fond of business meetings myself, I appreciated “The Diagnostic Artifact Recognizes Itself and Decides Nietzche Was onto Something.” The speaker is in a budget meeting and discovers something glowing under his skin. He excuses himself to go to the restroom where he proceeds to strip all the skin from body. Better than poring over a budget right?
“… I peel. I pile. Until the 5 o’clock bell sounds, I peel and pile….
You should have seen the look on the security guards’ faces as I walked out those revolving door.”
“The Ice Cream Man Is Coming” begins
“I watched your head roll off your body and down the dark stairwell and through the open door, down the front stoop, through the garden, past the gate, and into the middle of the street where it was promptly squashed by an ice cream truck speeding through our neighborhood.”
This book's gonna make poetry great again! I gare-on-tee! Two thumbs up! Big winner! Puts hair on your chest! Best thing to happen to poetry since line breaks!