{"product_id":"the-dead-eat-everything-mlekoday-9781606351895","title":"The Dead Eat Everything","description":"\u003cp\u003e\"This book is a document of a particular world, real, wrenched from the poet's life, as if written with a gun to his head or a spike through his heart. Reading it is like opening a damp newspaper wrapped around a big fish just caught, fins glistening, scales shining, one rhymed eye open and looking right at you, daring you to eat the whole thing.\"\u003cb\u003e--Dorianne Laux, \u003c\/b\u003eauthor of \u003ci\u003eThe Book of Men\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\"The Dead Eat Everything, \u003c\/i\u003eMichael Mlekoday's furious first collection, is a cypher of old-school curses, elegy, and wordplay that snaps like gunplay. The book begins with a self-portrait when 'summer was one wet weapon after another' and doesn't stop. Not for a power outage, Catholic mass, or sewer steam. Not for a 'four-finger ring that says DOPE.' Not for the city that repeats itself like breakbeats in the head. The poems in this book are as relentless as a Minneapolis winter. And when the speaker says, 'Scientists have proven that the mouth is the last part of the body to die, ' we understand that the mouth hangs on just to speak poems like these.\"\u003cb\u003e--Adrian Matejka, \u003c\/b\u003eauthor of \u003ci\u003eThe Big Smoke\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\"It's easy to forget--because of the brute beauty of the language; because of lines like 'I have made gods \/ of my skinned hands'; because of the whiplash brilliance roped through these poems--that deeply, ultimately, this is a book of mourning, of sorrow, of loss: for a dad, a Baba, a city, a home. But, to boot, Michael Mlekoday's \u003ci\u003eThe Dead Eat Everything \u003c\/i\u003eis a book of magic: watch sorrows be converted to music. And music, don't forget, makes you dance. Makes you move. \u003ci\u003eMoves you.\u003c\/i\u003e\" \u003cb\u003e--Ross Gay, \u003c\/b\u003eauthor of \u003ci\u003eBringing the Shovel Down\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eThe Dead Eat Everything \u003c\/i\u003eis a haunting--an unsharpened visitation of memories. Each poem unfolds itself as if we are just now remembering stories told to us long ago, simultaneously new and exciting while comforting in their familiarity. Mlekoday's debut collection glows. Let it. Let it light the way home.\"\u003cb\u003e--Sierra DeMulder, \u003c\/b\u003eauthor of \u003ci\u003eNew Shoes on a Dead Horse\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/b\u003e Mlekoday\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eISBN-10:\u003c\/b\u003e 1606351893\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eISBN-13:\u003c\/b\u003e 9781606351895\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublisher:\u003c\/b\u003e Kent State University Press\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage:\u003c\/b\u003e English\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublished:\u003c\/b\u003e 01\/03\/2014\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePages:\u003c\/b\u003e 72\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat:\u003c\/b\u003e Paperback\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWeight:\u003c\/b\u003e 0.26lbs\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSize:\u003c\/b\u003e 8.57h x 6.30w x 0.26d","brand":"Mlekoday","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":48445419716863,"sku":"9781606351895","price":15.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0662\/2982\/9887\/files\/img_3f11dae4-9c59-4d3f-993a-8a2148f77162.jpg?v=1777218472","url":"https:\/\/www.whiterainbookhouse.com\/products\/the-dead-eat-everything-mlekoday-9781606351895","provider":"WR Book House","version":"1.0","type":"link"}