The f**k count is just over sixty.
Backdropped by sprawling cemeteries, soundtracked by too much Type O Negative, and totally hung up on cameras, With Bloom Upon Them and Also With Blood is a chase and a trip where lyric essays, ekphrastic poetry, and lectures grapple With alienation, professional disillusionment, perversion, and internal contradiction under racial capitalism through playful and critical encounters With Horror cinema and cultural iconography..
What happened instead was this reckless, unprecious, in-process reckoning.
In anxiety and estrangement soon deepened by global pandemic, popular fascism, virtual being, intestinal distress, and the obscenity of his own privilege as a university pet, he retreated to the comforts of Horror films With no intent but diversion.
In 2019, Justin Phillip Reed\'s romantic maiden voyage through the waters of American poetry and its communities ran aground in the barrens of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, when he found himself With two years of writing time on the horizon and no social context to keep him afloat.
From the author of The Malevolent Volume and National Book Award-winning Indecency comes a gory new mutation in the shape of nonfiction and criticism.
And the grant money\'s gone.
The metal is mostly nu.
The images are screenshots.
The f**k count is just over sixty
