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Oh God Get Out Get Out by Bill Moran (2024, Trade Paperback)

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PublisherWrite Bloody Publishing

ISBN-101938912683

ISBN-139781938912689

eBay Product ID (ePID)236983754

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Book TitleOh God Get Out Get Out

Number of Pages174 Pages

LanguageEnglish

TopicSubjects & Themes / Death, Grief, Loss, General, American / General

Publication Year2024

GenrePoetry

AuthorBill Moran

FormatTrade Paperback

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Item Height0.4 in

Item Weight9 Oz

Item Length9 in

Item Width6 in

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Reviews"Bill Moran writes from the depths. Visceral, vulnerable, and often violent--his prose-like voice makes the familiar unfamiliar but somehow cognizant of something you didn't know you wanted to know. Bill's willingness to cut you off at the emotional knees without anesthetic defies the compassion of the EMT he trained to be, but his consistent, insistent, persistent rhythm hides a surgical and therapeutic precision that you somehow enjoy despite the pain his truth inflicts. Ultimately, if you surrender to Moran's medicine, he will, with every blunt twist of his accusing yet plaintive knife, make you better." - Phil Griffin, visual artist and filmmaker (Amy Winehouse, "Back to Black" video) "This is a book full of fractured glass, grace, grief, and praise. This is a book where the elegiac is reset into a cast and a flaming sling. This is a book where the broken bone is made to laugh before a startled and disarticulated crowd. Bill Moran's debut collection Oh God Get Out Get Out is a startling first voyage into the unknown. You can practically hear the voice's urgency and heart bleeding through the text. Each new poem is an ambulance filled with sage, burning toward someone else's heaven." - Sam Sax, author of MADNESS (Penguin, 2017), winner of The National Poetry Series "Oh God Get Out Get Out is, more than anything, a sprawling plea with sharp edges. A conversation with God about fear, geography, vices, and forgiveness. Bill Moran's ability to shake the most out of a story is evident--in Louisiana, in dive bars, in hospitals. This is a book of poems as much as it is a book of prayers. Moran, in this work, crafts a deep well of healing that we can all look into and see our own faces looking back up at us. Breathless imagery, a fast-moving car that stops right before it drives you off the cliff. Indeed, as he says: Let me go to glory in a bowling alley, Lord. Let it look like how I lived: all aesthetic." - Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, poet and author of The Crown Ain't Worth Much (Button Poetry, 2016), essayist, and cultural critic

SynopsisBill Moran's collection, Oh God Get Out Get Out, goes through us like ugly medicine. It wades through his anxietywater- the grief, trauma, mental illness, money, addiction, deceased friends, and long EMS shifts- all pooled inside the depressed deathmetal kid, his thirsty mouth held open and up to heaven, wanting to die. It walks him and his audience through the haunted house that we are, the one we hate living in. It doesn't look away from the dark. It kindly refuses an early exit. It keeps the death off by leaning into it. Hems it in like a band shirt, animal coat, tv show, or god we can wear when our own bodies are worn out. It eats its way out of Moran and his audience, the same way he will leave this world: wet with its Ugly, wearing the Ugly like a deathmetal shirt, carrying armfuls of Ugly out with him. You'll hate the taste, but he swears you can drink this like medicine. When you want to disappear, it is light you can douse yourself in. When you want to get the hell out, it will clean house. It really hopes you'll stay., Bill Moran's collection, Oh God Get Out Get Out , goes through us like ugly medicine. It wades through his anxietywater- the grief, trauma, mental illness, money, addiction, deceased friends, and long EMS shifts- all pooled inside the depressed deathmetal kid, his thirsty mouth held open and up to heaven, wanting to die. It walks him and his audience through the haunted house that we are, the one we hate living in. It doesn't look away from the dark. It kindly refuses an early exit. It keeps the death off by leaning into it. Hems it in like a band shirt, animal coat, tv show, or god we can wear when our own bodies are worn out. It eats its way out of Moran and his audience, the same way he will leave this world: wet with its Ugly, wearing the Ugly like a deathmetal shirt, carrying armfuls of Ugly out with him. You'll hate the taste, but he swears you can drink this like medicine. When you want to disappear, it is light you can douse yourself in. When you want to get the hell out, it will clean house. It really hopes you'll stay., Bill Moran's collection, Oh God Get Out Get Out, goes through us like ugly medicine. It wades through his anxietywater-- the grief, trauma, mental illness, money, addiction, deceased friends, and long EMS shifts-- all pooled inside the depressed deathmetal kid, his thirsty mouth held open and up to heaven, wanting to die. It walks him and his audience through the haunted house that we are, the one we hate living in. It doesn't look away from the dark. It kindly refuses an early exit. It keeps the death off by leaning into it. Hems it in like a band shirt, animal coat, tv show, or god we can wear when our own bodies are worn out. It eats its way out of Moran and his audience, the same way he will leave this world: wet with its Ugly, wearing the Ugly like a deathmetal shirt, carrying armfuls of Ugly out with him. You'll hate the taste, but he swears you can drink this like medicine. When you want to disappear, it is light you can douse yourself in. When you want to get the hell out, it will clean house. It really hopes you'll stay.