Kirjahaku

This short collection of narrative poetry by Robin Wyatt Dunn begins with "Everything" and ends in "lips." Includes illustrations and cover art by Amy Lynn Hess.

Robert, a 30-something independent filmmaker in Los Angeles, is hearing voices in his head. Alice Hershlug, a Jewish movie star who recently won the Academy Award, is slowly torturing him via The Grapevine, a kind of mental telephone.Hoovey Weinerschniztel, a movie producer in New York City, is in love with his plastic telephone and blas about his recent rape and imprisonment in his office closet of one of his former employees.The novel appears to be an Anti-Semitic rant, written by a lonely Jew who has apparently been accused of being a child molester. It cuts rapidly back and forth between the narrator's vitriolic prose poems which accuse American Jews and other plutocrats of ruining the country, the trials and tribulations of Robert as he navigates Hollywood and the mental health system, and the machinations of several Hollywood insiders as they stab each other in the back to rise to the top.The island of Manhattan turns into a sailing ship and blasts through the strait of Gibraltar on the way to visit Jerusalem, a psychiatric treatment facility gets possessed by some kind of evil demon named Cheeto, and Hoovey Weinerschnitzel abandons his religion to found an evil cult.Part political diatribe, part philosophical essay, part picaresque, the novel explores the implications of the new post-2008 U.S. economy on the human psyche, relations between Jew and Gentile, between American and Israeli Jews, between thought and reality, and tries to figure out where the hell America can go next.

FROM THE BACK COVER: Tell me when and I'll come, should 1968 come again in your heart... But these days most kids and adults think 1968 is an ice-cream flavor or something.These poems are set in the future, or perhaps an alternate past, as dispatches from a populist war.As much as I long for revolution, unlike Lenin I don't want to turn off the Beethoven so the killing can start.So, turn on the Beethoven, or the Rammstein, and come with me to the front, where we're killing the rich. All of the rich..

A poetry chapbook by Robin Wyatt Dunn. Manzanita grows in the California chaparral, a red-barked stiff piece of underbrush with a thick shine, and it will cut you quick if you try to march straight through it. You can make "lemonade" from the berries, which help refresh backpackers on long trips. I learned this at Camp Unalayee, one of the rare places where the 1968 revolution never went south in America, and is still alive with all of its hippies who never went mainstream, hidden away in the Trinity Alps, part of the Russian River basin west of Calahan, California.

Refugees from America is an evocative journey through blurred worlds of madness and therapy; this version of the air-conditioned nightmare manages to be satirical and harrowing and moving, all at the same time, a tour de force.

Kiss me, you're beautiful. Will you come to Night Island? I've been calling.Tell me, are you there?I am coming but I cannot say what it is; what are you? Do I understand it right, that you are reading me?My name is Dun; I am Dark Knight, I am Dark Island, from Night Island.These words hurt me but they are necessary; tell me, can you feel it too? That something is coming to an end?Hold my hand, won't you?This transmission, this dream, it frightens me--tell me, won't you, will it turn out all right? Will I be bright? And glorious?I am a knight though I do not serve a lord; I am anachronism; I am lost but I am moving. I am moving towards you.Tell me, do you see me yet?I'm coming

Long ago lived Ing, who gave us Inglish.Eighty generations later, Ing's descendant Hrothbert fights down beneath the surface of another Earth, hunting the Wight, a supernatural being who holds the secret of his people, the Ingaevones. But when Hrothbert encounters the Hrudu Man, a nearly-immortal giant metal rabbit, and Isolde, a beautiful subterranean revolutionary, Hrothbert's quest grows stranger, and far deadlier.To regain his honor and his reason, Hrothbert must recover the lost dreaming of the Rat City of Roth, re-fight War War One with fusion weapons in a parallel New York City, and find out just what it means to rearrive at Howth Castle and Environs in the belly of a ravaged Manhattan ...

Kex is the administrator of the Eidon Academy, a college with an interdimensional porthole on campus, and the intellectual center of a recently seceded Southern California.Roberto and his wife Sasha are busy acting out a bad campus novel, with infidelities and academic intrigues, when the known universe undergoes some fundamental changes.Kex is more than a human being, it appears, but also an avatar around whom mandala-like emanations revolve, frequencies whose meaning Roberto must discern if he is to legitimize his new Department of Cartography . . .

The Night Lands are what you see.The Night Lands are what you eat.The Night Lands are what you breathe.Come in to the Night Lands, and we will show you something different, from your holiday smile, or your most beautiful nightmare, we'll show you the Redoubt, inside your brain: "A tour de force" -- James Blaylock, author of ZEUGLODON.The world has ended; the sun has died, but life goes on.Join Soad and Weel, defenders of the Redoubt, andThe Producer and Woad, a Hollywood producer and a giant whale, on a journey to remake all of reality.

A Bildungsroman of many voices, Robin Wyatt Dunn's new short novel WHITE MAN BOOK follows an eponymous "White Man" who speaks in ebonics as he investigates the origins of whiteness and its impact on his life.WHITE MAN BOOK is part jeremiad, part expose, part prose poetry novel. It endeavors to wrestle with the implications of our beloved James Baldwin's observation that the white man is the "real nigger baby.""Nobody knows white man. He ethnic like that. He is special. Nobody like him. Other people, they special their own way. Not like him. He special in white man way. He know the white man things.So let us describe.De White Man Fear."

Colonel Stierlitz, a ghostly remnant of Semyonov's literary character, comes to life in a dream Moscow, tasked with defending his Motherland against all external threats.A zombie Stalin is haunting the city, and Stierlitz's boss, Semyonov, is treating him strangely. A mission to Los Angeles?A new mistress?Buried in Moscow's dark heart, COLONEL STIERLITZ reveals one layer of the onion of reality, about halfway into the flesh of the fruit of human consciousness, and cutting, still deeper...

John Dee is a magician in Los Angeles. But Los Angeles is gone. With his AI son Albert, he must recover his city, and himself."Weird, avant-garde, poetic and challenging. Robin Dunn's 2DEE fairly bubbles, a surreal experiment that looks and smells like SF. But it's really a fever dream of ghetto genres, broken clich s and ultimately an elegy to the sprawl of urban LA. At first, I wanted more aliens, but everything about this is alien. Arrogant, neurotic, playful, it reads like an SF hallucination, a satire, the last thoughts of a dying man, fragments leading up to the apocalypse. 2DEE is an heir to the 1970's New Wave science fiction movement."--Roger Leatherwood, author of Naked in Hollywood

Robin Wyatt Dunn, always the poet of beauty and imagination, offers us a work of splendid topography. A dream, as poetry often simulates, is present within this work. Dunn travels the language of the Earth, its peopled history, to remind us (if we read carefully) that art and life are equal synonyms. The special thing about this collection is it is not only astonishing, it is bare and melancholy. They say sad songs achieve the best effects. This vivid verse compilation is sad, drifting, and mournful at once. The poet's exile is the chief image of the collection-as Christ Himself said, "A prophet is not without honor, except in his own country." A poet is home in his work. Here, Dunn both enumerates and interrogates the hidden dream we are too distracted to encompass; as simple souls in the brush, we do not wish to disturb the Universe. Yet Dunn did this for us.- Dustin Pickering, founder of Transcendent Zero Press- - And so with darkness, I read Dunn's manuscript contemplating my aches dangling free, albeit grisly and vanishing, "I'm leaving Los Angeles...the decision to love is like an old whisker...with my knife to your back...wracked runt and wired to the max". It is rather sardonically discerning to have these lines put into mind of that vexatious, dreamy, pulsating rhythm, the one which we all at some point or another, struggle to disembark from our conscious of atrophy and decay. Yet, somehow, no matter how vast its burgeoning rust and bankruptcy have eroded our remaining faith and goodness, we still carry on in this archival system of scatological shuffle into something far more dwelt in lies and privation, for we are but beings huddling together to pride ourselves the courage in the dark: I am a writer, but you write me.- Lana Bella, author of Adagio, Finishing Line Press, 2016

"Debudaderrah takes a concrete hard science future and layers it with myth and spirits and other core elements of humanity; those symbolic leaps that separate us from logic machines ...This is SF poetry with a sense of mystery, of actions unseen like dark planets whose gravitational pulls warp motives in actions seen, but whose reality and orbits must be deduced without firsthand observation.Imagine that the chapters of this book are a disorganized line of sake cups filled randomly with sake or plum wine. And just when you find a proper altitude within which to navigate the astral plane, the next cup is full of single-malt scotch, the kind that's *supposed* to burn."-Herb Kauderer, author of FLYING SOLO--Debudaderrah, far colony, receives a surprise: a sentient robot from some Earth which does not yet exist. The robot has orders to eliminate all life it finds; but the robot is also human, with a troubled conscience. Science fiction poetry by Robin Wyatt Dunn.

The city has been burning for months, while Dream researcher Robert is recovering from a 20th Century hangover. But the cure is a deeper insanity. He needs a new job, and a new dog, and a new wife. But he's not going to get any of those things. Instead, like Alice, he must run as fast as he is able just to stay connected to the three worlds that are his: an imagined future London, a World War One past, and a Los Angeles present."A subtle and strangely tender tale, Robin Wyatt Dunn extracts memory and dreamscapes with the adept touch of a seasoned oneironaut. I believe Dunn is a writer worth admiring. His prose is so utterly handsome - and the rising sense of melancholic doom, so utterly palpable - that This isn't one of the stories I remember deserves major attention for his execution skills alone. An existential masterpiece."- Chris Kelso, author of The Black Dog Eats the City

Who is a man married to, when he is married to a woman? And what if they get divorced, but only one of them remembers? The Black King of Kalfour catalogues one man's quest for his woman across multiple dimensions.- -"I have no idea what this is or where this is going, but I like the way Dunn arranges words en route."Peter Wattsauthor of Echopraxia "Robin Dunn is one of the most talented writers in America- yes, for sheer imagination and wordplay- akin to a musical virtuoso who can play any genre, any style, jazz to blues to boogie to Debussy and Chopin."Karl Wenclas, New Pop Lit