Bøger af William Frank

"Here follow the visits I received across the last two nights of the Anthesteria, which for the most part was why I didn't meet you by the fountain; for I was in quite another place..." The Morphine Fawn is a book that deftly interweaves a variety of traditional forms with free narratives that include Account Ledgers, Patent Applications, Rituals and Personal Letters to depict the boundless comedy, cruelty, excess and sorrow of life as festival. Set during the Anthesteria, a celebration of the opening of the wine casks and the return of the Dead, each love poem is a visitation sure to both provoke and enthrall.

A lovely little poetry book full of winsome characters on a sunny journey through the pit of spectacular humanity. For those of us lucky enough to go to Purgatory, where human nature is elemental, unbridled and grotesque, here's the book of the unlucky ones who happen to be with us.

A book-length poem about imagination, loneliness and circumstance as told by a blossom concubine in a Palace of snow and ice. The fourth book by William Frank combines lyrical virtuosity with spiraling imagery to create a moving poem of spectacle, sadness and Grace. What I cannot a blossom thinks. My books are ashes in the grate. I write this carelessly and late and You have had too much to drink... ...I with punishments have learned to show my fans, hide my music though these and this will, too, be burned. I for that resent Your Eunuchs who come like shadows deep at dawn to steal my papers, break my brush as I wake and so are gone with the comets of their shush.

The Fiasco Galante is a book of poetry that sings the high and low with equal cecity, and one that fits neatly in its culture. It is color and imagination in the ambling between high art and low-budget romp, joy and sadness, brutality and fun, love and distance. It is a lyrical book with formal style, mixing traditional music with broken furniture. However books entice readers to take a chance or, midway through, fillip you to keep us on the nightstand and press on, I can only humbly ask or offer, What other book of poetry are you reading that has Elephants, Henchmen, cookies, hypnotists, buffi, stuffed animals, curlicues, lullabies, love, reflection and chase that this one should not join? I am also reminded, from where this is written, that walking through the Gates of Heaven or the Gates of Hell is the ultimate human moment and one should do so as often as one can.

"As we look to faith and our thoughts, what comes out may be beauty. The Encolpia is a collection of poetry from William Frank as he explores poetic tradition by bending and warping it in his own way to create an original message. The Encolpia is poetry worth thinking about, recommended." Midwest Book Review, Carl LoganThe Encolpia for one is a sonnet sequence that encircles and glitters and insists, like the reliquaries they inhabit, a meditation importuned.

A tale maudit set in a time when medicine was part superstition and partly an appeal to ancient authorities, and the prospect of being buried alive was frightfully more common. In that horrible situation, your only hope was that a Grave Listener sitting at your grave would be there to hear your cries for help. In an old, poor village, on a cemetery on a hill, a loutish Grave Listener, an impish five-year-old boy and his little stuffed Bunny are up against a strange plague, a soigné stranger, and a frightened, vengeful village. It will be a depraved little journey, with all its Witchcraft, savagery and comedies of human nature, that tumbles to a towering end.

A reclusive Boston widow sends her alluring daughter, Aoife O'Malley, to the Santa Fe office of veteran art-crime detective Tom McNaul. The job: to recover a Monet water lilies painting that was stolen from their family twenty years ago in a murder/burglary in Northern Ireland. Tom accepts the challenge but soon finds himself pursued by lethal elements of Boston's Irish mob. Outgunned and stymied by the murder of his only suspect, Tom joins forces with his older brother, Willie, and agent Kate Bacon, his former partner on the FBI Art Crime Team. When the three fly to Ireland, hoping to trace the painting from the original crime scene, they are swept into a world of violent political intrigue. Their whirlwind circuit of the Emerald Isle soon turns deadly as agents of unknown organizations pursue them. Tom fears that radical elements of both the IRA and Orange paramilitaries want the painting to finance terrorism--perhaps even to reignite the Troubles. As the dangers increase, he finds himself unable to trust anyone in his struggle to fulfill his quest and untangle his complex relationships with Aoife, Kate, and the pirate queen.

There is trouble at The Lentil County Department of the Dead when a simple burial becomes an outrageous post-mortem odyssey around Lentil County for the poor corpse that was Irv Fugman. A little poetry book with a big, fantastic journey, this is a sonnet sequence sure to delight, ensorcell and enthrall. Check out all of William Frank's fun little books at www.TuckfordBunnyPress.com

The Fulgent Requiem is a book of poetry that sings with the simple ambition of Life itself, lush and louche with all of its oof. It is at once a lyrical celebration and lament of all that makes us human, where the brightest and the darkest, the violent and the kind, the lovely, the lashing, the tragicomic, in the end and always, defiantly intersect. Visit us at www.TuckfordBunnyPress.com for all of our wondrous, kilter-tilting books!