A DOZEN LEMONS IN AUTOTROPLIS
As seen above, this book was originally published in paperback by Pudding House, out of Columbus, Ohio.
It is now available as an E-book. You can find it here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/374985
I was inspired to write this small collection after living and working in Los Angeles and, while there, discovering City Of Quartz by Mike Davis, and Reyner Banham's brilliant Los Angeles: The Architecture Of Four Ecologies. A nod must also be given to James Cain, and Raymond Chandler, two of my favorite novelists, and Nathanael West's novella Day of the Locust.
These poems examine the sun-baked denizens of Hollywood with all their posturing, their sound and fury--all amounting to nothing, I suppose. This is a world of sad ciphers; ready to make a deal, do lunch, many of them never really connecting to anything remotely human. Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe in this era, in spite of our use of irony and empathy and identity to cope with this strange milieu we inhabit, to be human is to be disconnected, disoriented, not all that useful, something of a lemon along the side of the highway, broken down, posturing, neglected as the indifferent rivers of traffic inch, crawl or else race on by.
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