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    Surf Music
    Surf Music
    Surf Music
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    Surf Music

    By R.S. Deese

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    The poems in Surf Music are all pretty short, and some of them are funny. Their subjects include being at the beach, believing people, believing things, losing people, encounters with plants & animals large and small, rain, machines, rocks, and sunlight.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPelekinesis
    Release dateFeb 7, 2017
    ISBN9781938349584
    Surf Music
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    R.S. Deese

    R. S. Deese teaches history at Boston University. His work has been published in AGNI, Endeavour, Aldous Huxley Annual, MungBeing, and Berkeley Poetry Review.

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      Surf Music - R.S. Deese

      Surf Music by R.S. Deese

      ISBN-10: 1938349377

      ISBN-13: 978-1-938349-37-9

      eISBN: 978-1-938349-58-4

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2016953678

      Copyright © 2017 R.S. Deese

      This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/.

      Cover artwork:

      Aphros by Rupert Deese

      Image size: 16 1/4″ x 9 1/2″

      Paper size: 27 1/2″ x 19 1/2″

      Medium: Drypoint

      Paper: Magnani Acquerello, 300 lb. Hot Press

      Collaborating Master Printer: Jonathan Higgins

      Layout and Book Design by Mark Givens

      Author photo by Mariann Murray

      First Pelekinesis Printing 2017

      For information:

      Pelekinesis, 112 Harvard Ave #65, Claremont, CA 91711 USA

      Pelekinesis Logo

      www.pelekinesis.com

      For Isadora

      Deese’s well-titled book is the work of an athletic, adaptable mind and an enterprising, distinctive listener.

      —Robert Pinsky

      "Surf Music is a cascade of observation and pleasure in the witnessing, offering us pleasure in these adept short-line free verse poems."

      —David Ferry

      "Wade into Surf Music. You’ll relish every incoming wave—from choppy epigrams that bite and tickle to dazzling breakers that slap and console. Like the surf, Deese’s poems roil with life and speak in a mesmerizing voice."

      —Robert Wexelblatt, author of Zublinka Among Women and Heiberg’s Twitch

      United States

      At the time when radio was in its infancy, experimentalists midway in the United States summoned their friends to hear the Atlantic waves and the Pacific surf simultaneously.

      The Glasgow Herald

      January 26th, 1924

      Sing!

      ecstatic intercourse

      of the sound of water

      channeled with the sound

      of water:

      surf music

      broken sometimes

      by the high

      & haywire

      ringing of the spheres.

      Now the shore

      is everywhere

      and we can hear

      a jovial spark

      mimic in the circuitry

      this resounding

      Union,

      as it tumbles in the dark.

      Two Snails

      for R.J.D.

      This morning I am half asleep

      Water falling everywhere

      Pooling in the gutter pipe

      Snaking backwards to the shore

      Remembering a pair of snails

      Yesterday out in the

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