Kirjahaku

Slices of necro-erotic psychocandy from the underbelly of the Western Dream.

Anton, a born sadist, a philosopher of psychosexual visions as an act against the world that tries to spit him out; a charlatan of provocative yet violent intellectual discourse that will devour all of whom are against his very nature. Jeremiah, an Afghan vet, distraught by his comrades' deaths during conflict returns to civilised life but struggles to conform to consumerist society. There's only one resolution but it lies in an unattainable place. "Comparisons are odious but often edifying; in this instance I would cite Bataille's 'Story of the Eye', D M Perkins' 'Evil Companions', Delaney's 'Tides Of Lust' and Dennis Cooper's 'Frisk'. Dangerous territory, but one that probably needs treading if we are to understand how the human psyche functions 'in extremis'." D M Mitchell (author of 'A Serious Life')

"UK born writer, photographer and filmmaker, Craig Podmore, brings us another 131 pounds of flesh in his new and gravel-rash-raw collection of poetry The Hell in Me, the Hell in You. A textual viewpoint of a nightmarish pop-culture of the future; a snuff television addled society and dirty cum-faced blow jobs, Craig invites De Sade to the table and serves him with blood and champagne. Its bleak, unrelenting and it will most likely piss a lot of people off, like all good literature with intent and purpose, it proposes a dark viewpoint of reality that is hard to argue against or ignore.The poems are short, punchy and without dull prose or unnecessary lines. Some things are just a soft tap, a quick squizz over and it's done, put the book down and walk away. Craig's work in this collection is as much a punch in the face to read,as it would have been to write and to live. Solid and meaty, this book burns spot fires exactly where they should be lit; in your guts." - Ben John Smith

A book of an insatiate rage against modern society; a look into the scourge of human nature and its unremitting depths of madness. Craig Podmore delves into the world of true crime, here he doesn't scruple to explore those who defy moral boundaries, this is poetry that dissects deviancy and malignant vices with apathy; an external viewpoint without virtue. On the cusp of the chamber pot, Podmore looks in and doesn't shy away from the foulest stench of the modern man.

The Capitalcyst is an onslaught, an assault, an examination of the futility of modern man. The writings within depict that the enslaved body, the salacious flesh we all desire is prostituted into the construct of materialism and consumption. The body is a vehicle which is used and abused perpetually until malnourished. Herein, is a collection of new poems, an introductory essay and short stories. Craig Podmore uses his serpent tongue once again to dissect the absurdity of the maniacal machine that is known as society.

An epic poem about the stirring melancholy of love and the existential wounds it inflicts. This poem (fragmented, however, should be treated as one piece) visualises and illuminates a pilgrim about the ubiquitous emotion that resides in all of humanity and that is love, although, even the most benevolent force can take a despairing path.

"Pornocopia presents the kind of poetry that punches you in the face and leaves you with the taste of your own blood. It's the literary equivalent of being grabbed by the scruff of the neck and forced to acknowledge, then examine, your own shit on the carpet. Podmore, however, never presents himself as removed or exempt and it's precisely this unflinching honesty and torturous self-awareness that charges Pornocopia in all its brilliance." - A.D. Hitchin (Co-editor of CUT UP!; Author of Messages to Central Control, The Empath)