Rise of the Trust Fall by Mindy NettifeeRise of the Trust Fall by Mindy Nettifee

Rise of the Trust Fall

byMindy Nettifee

Paperback | May 1, 2010

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In Mindy Nettifee's second book, Rise of the Trust Fall, her poems possess a magic that can only come from a seasoned writer willing to share more on the page than she's comfortable with.  Whether exploring the strange alchemy of healing, the perils of self-actualization, or the contemporary experience of womanhood, the poems in this daring collection are gorgeous and vibrant, bitingly funny, and unflinchingly honest.  Rise of the Trust Fall challenges more than our understanding of ourselves.  It calls us to connect to our humanity, to celebrate its flaws, and then to demand more of it, in every well crafted line.
Title:Rise of the Trust FallFormat:PaperbackDimensions:110 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.25 inPublished:May 1, 2010Publisher:Write Bloody PublishingLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0984251596

ISBN - 13:9780984251599

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Read from the Book

ACCEPTANCE SPEECHI would like to thank first of all:my asthmatic lungs,my inadequacy in the bedroom,my Texas reckless streak and waning night visionthat make awareness of my own mortality possible.Next, I would like to thank my constant nightmaresfor their vivid, arresting creativity:their cheerful execution of ritual disembowelment,their lifelike rendering of flesh-eating animatronic bunnies,and their resourcefulness in generalwith symbols for personal failure.I must thank my inability to balance a checkbookcoupled with my whimsical attitude about moneyand my magically disappearing work ethic,without which my debt would be nothing.And while we're at it, thank you Blockbuster Videofor ruining my credit with $17 in late fees from 1996.Next, a big thanks to my father, the pathological liarwho in his way taught me to be a poet.Thank you sanity for being a finite natural resource.To my crippling self doubt: thanks.to my weak left eye,my squishy arms,my smaller right breast,misshapen as a Tijuana coin purse: thanks.Thank you allergic rash.Thank you pens which run out of ink when I'm finally being brilliant.Thank you humiliation,with a special shout out to Brad Carlson.*Thank you to my guts.I love your red twistyness, your endless judgmental bullshit,your fleshy gears, your broken alarm bells that look like french knots.I trusted you.Finally, I would like to thank youfor sleeping with that other womanwho was so much prettier than me.For a moment, you really had me going -whipcream puppies, slippery cloud sex, forever and ever and all that.There was so much sweet hope in my plastic farm heart,the ants were building sugarcastles in my ventricles.There was so much dopamine sogging my brainI thought we invented flying.It's so much better here on the ground,where the morning light tastes like asphalt and swing set rust.Where everything has teeth that glow.Where I can afford large grains of saltwith the money I savebuying into nothing.*Brad Carlson you know what you did

Editorial Reviews

When award-winning poet Mindy Nettifee speaks...you're powerless-you have no choice but to raise your wine glass high over your osmosis head and join her pledge of allegiance to graphic truth. Her poems have the grace of cursive letters and the guts of a truck driver. -District Weekly