The third full-length collection by Julien Poirier, Out of Print is a
truly bicoastal volume, reflecting the poet's years in New York as well
as his return to his Bay Area roots. Consider it a meetinghouse between
late New York School and contemporary California surrealism, a series of
quips intercepted from America's underground poetry telegraph, or an
absurdist mirror held up to consumerist culture.
"Welcome Julien Poirier! What a distinct inspired voice. His work is
abundant in surprise. His musical, often bonkers play of language is,
for me, a source of delight & revelation."--David Meltzer
"Julien Poirier's poems calibrate the vernacular in a sublime
mathematics of commonalities. The effect is that of feelings on the run,
enunciated clearly. In a sudden down-draught--'You're wind, you melt on
my tongue'--he'll take the contemporary love poem into new stretches of
believability while knowingly calling to account the failings that,
whether perennial or merely topical, hem round ourselves to disastrous
effect. For, no mistake, Out of Print means business: a forceful
wake-up call, allowing as how for this old world the time for meaningful
action may well have run out and we've joined the fabled damned, lost
but for such eloquence, affection, and mad, mad laughter in Hell's
despite."--Bill Berkson
"Out of Print's unexpectedly a love poem, its humor sharpening into
dissonant pleasure. And what a pleasure! Julien Poirier's weirdly direct
and directly weird poems notice what an event is, whether it's four
square monks in a Coupe de Ville or becoming the Invisible Hand, and
render that event into a sensual and searching landscape. You are really
there, no where, but there, in poetry as a means to think differently,
and maybe, absurdly, hope."--Karen Weiser
