Inside the Walls of My Own House: The Complete Dark Shadows (of My Childhood) Book 2 by Tony Trigilio
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“‘Dark Shadows made me believe // in a world of paranormal certainty,’ and after you read this book, you will too. Tony Trigilio writes a world in which there is no separation between his dailiness and the fictional realm of Dark Shadows, the supernatural soap opera he clearly loves, even with its daily rash of continuity errors, bad makeup, flubbed lines, and inherent camp, a show that has possessed him since he first watched it as a child with his mother. This book is haunted—how could it not be?—not only by Barnabas Collins, the doddering vampire who enfolds and catalyzes the show’s time-traveling retreat to 1795 New England and back to its present, but also James Earl Ray, the Boston Marathon bombings, and, most intensely, Trigilio’s mother, who emerges in this book as a complex figure worthy of the multivolume poem the poet has undertaken, even if it may well bury him alive” (Nick Twemlow).
Before the remote control, one switched from station to station clumsily, selecting one from another by wrenching a clunky knob and then focusing using the plastic wafer dialed in behind it. You fine-tuned the image out of the snow of static. Tony Trigilio is the finest of fine tuners. He pries dark shadowed shadows, image after image, from the hissing glass teat of television’s (and our own) oracular memories. In Inside the Walls of My Own House, he deftly deploys a channel-locked idiom to change and charge the stations of nightmare, the acts of remembering the re-membering. He is our new Philo T. Farnsworth of ecstatic composition, plowing that filthy tilth of the potato field, unleashing the deep grammar of the hydra-eyed scanning cathode ray tube of the forgotten, of the four-networked telltale heart, of a harrowing of a flickering hell, of the dead (for sure), and of the pure excited lifeless light blinking and blind.
—Michael Martone, author of Michael Martone and Four for a Quarter
Praise for Book 1 of The Complete Dark Shadows (of My Childhood)
“The Complete Dark Shadows (of My Childhood) feels meditative, organic, and weighty far beyond what one would anticipate from a poem about a blooper-ridden ’60s TV show” (Rain Taxi).
“By turns comic and heartrending, lyric and absurd, The Complete Dark Shadows (of My Childhood) collages elements from dreams, memories, and pop-culture into a strangely compelling portrait of the little boy who turned into Tony Trigilio” (Maggie Millner, ZYZZYVA).
“I think [Trigilio] is one of the most versatile writers in the U.S. today. He’s stretching not only poetry, but narrative as well. . . . You never know what he’ll do next” (Joseph Harrington).
Tony Trigilio’s most recent books include Book 1 of The Complete Dark Shadows (of My Childhood) (BlazeVOX [books]), White Noise (Apostrophe Books) and Historic Diary (BlazeVOX [books]). He is also the editor of Elise Cowen: Poems and Fragments (Ahsahta Press) and author of the critical monograph Allen Ginsberg’s Buddhist Poetics (Southern Illinois University Press). He hosts the poetry podcast Radio Free Albion and plays in the band Pet Theories. He is a member of the core poetry faculty at Columbia College Chicago, where he is Interim Chair of the Department of Creative Writing.
· Paperback: 152 pages
· Binding: Perfect-Bound
· Publisher: BlazeVOX [books]
· ISBN: 978-1-60964-255-6