This full length collection from Boston poet Jake Tringali is a mysterious reflection on the life process. Written with an intellectual punk rock attitude, we are led through scientific concepts, dives and hangouts, lustful abandon, and openness to new experiences. Many of these poems are published in independent journals.
After living in Los Angeles for many years, Jake is now back in his home city of Boston. Runs rad restaurants. Thrives in a habitat of bars, punk rock shows, and late-night adventures.
Journals include Catch & Release, Boston Poetry Magazine, Indiana Voice Journal, and forty other fine periodicals.
Jake writes about the edges of society, and frequently about the things we no longer see, such as the hidden letters of the alphabet (“recanted”). With a strong background in cyberpunk and the hard sciences, he has a focus on the intersection of technology and human interaction. The reader will find him equally comfortable inside a mosh pit, or enjoying a 12-course dinner service.
Tringali's poetry has a manic energy that feels like it emerged from the 90s 'zine culture as much as the MFA. His love of punk rock mixes with a direct poetic sensibility that reminds this reader of English language Nicanor Parra in some moments but a French surrealist the next: harpies and barman, clothy tattoos, “I sip Campari from your left eye,” and all sorts of conflations. Tringali is a promising poet, I would watch him.