By Eric Erlandson
"A touching and enlightening number of prose poems addressed to [Erlandson's] departed friend."
--The San Francisco Bay Guardian
"Erlandson eventually involves phrases together with his loss in fifty two prose-poem letters ostensibly addressed to Cobain during which he straightforwardly confronts his internal demons whereas providing own reflections on nutrients, drug abuse, dying, and self-sabotage."--Booklist
"The reverberations of Kurt's suicide final to at the present time, and feature touched the lives of many. Dozens of individuals can have written their very own model of this bracingly candid booklet; Eric Erlandson has written one, full of rage and love, landmined with aspect, which could stand for them all."
--Michael Azerrad, writer of Come As you're: the tale of Nirvana
"Eric used to be the spirit-boy within the Nirvana/Hole dynamic. Quiet, bemused, clever, and apparently intuitive to the facility of hugging the satan, to assert we'll all be ok . . . Eric expresses how captivating Kurt was once, how the total scene was once, together with his considerate, radical adult/prose love. bring forth the longer term, darling."--Thurston Moore, musician
"Eric. He used to be continually there: supportive, gazing, within the thick of it. Hidden in undeniable sight . . . with out him, i cannot think Seattle or L.A. or a dozen different areas. This ebook is gorgeous, brutal, short. Happy-sad eloquence. Boy Scouts fiddling with the complimentary cologne within the middle of the ghost city. hearken to the guy. He knows."
--Everett True, writer of Nirvana: The Biography
Letters to Kurt is an anguished, offended, and smooth meditation at the octane and ether of rock and roll and its many moons: intercourse, medications, suicide, reputation, and rage. it is half Dream Songs, half Bukowski, Ferlinghetti, Ginsberg, and the conflict. Rants, reflections, and gunshot fill those fifty-two prose poems. they're uncooked, humorous, unhappy, and looking. it will make a gorgeous e-book for someone who enjoyed Nirvana and gap and the time and position whilst their track replaced every little thing. eventually, it is an elegy for Kurt and the "suicide idols" who tragically fail to discover salvation of their impressive music.
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You place the 2 jointly, one Crash, one Lennon, the boast of most sensible loss of life, and made them your personal. the precise go out procedure. even though one problem—where’s the go out? no longer during the present store or out the again door. Gracefully or differently. level wrong or right. The functionality continuously performs itself out until eventually you’re left with offerings, fowl or red meat, and Frank Sinatra sending you packing at the subsequent flight domestic. You’re both a Pearl Jam or Nirvana fan, yet by no means either. diverse smacks, varied tastes. summary states expressed in feelings. I stuck you and Ed waltzing to “Tears in Heaven,” hand in hand, cheek to cheek. the only and simply probability assembly among pretend media foes. childrens on a playground detect they don’t relatively need to hate one another. basically in thought. For the critics and lovers. For appearance’s sake. Later that evening, Axl instructed you to close your complain up and Elton mistakenly bought a piano jam-packed with spit. November Rain. Your Michael Jackson impersonator couldn’t inform his hand from his glove, his nostril from his mind. A yr glided by and your intelliquest for peace from the religious buffet left you with religious indigestion. A disembodied mint. Now there’s speak of a biopic starring Mickey Mouse as you within the afterlife. Minnie is going purchasing. every time her credits runs out, your massive ears and squeaks are mentioned from the cellar to fill up her handbag. And right here i'm invoking you too. i assume your impersonation of Donald left relatively an effect. yet inform me, who else am I to quack this to? Daisy? Can’t get earlier her jitterbug lashes. in addition to, I don’t are looking to ruffle her feathers from now on. Even those that slander her in disgust stand in line for a lipstick with the smear-maid. A erroneous sea portion of the inhabitants, mimicking her fashionably overdue chemical sensibilities, revels within the glitter-dust wake she leaves on those superficial occasions. fortunately, lots of the international couldn’t be afflicted. A sinking send of a unique type. on your enlightened nation … you're lighter now with out that bitter abdominal to dissatisfied you … probably you’d approve of any amends made in your behalf. right here in our Etch A comic strip international: one twitch of the finger, flick of the wrist, and the display is going black, prepared for extra doodling. Such divine layout. It’s by no means over until eventually it’s over. And it’s by no means over. forty nine Red-winged blackbirds falling in the dark. your entire existence … a bit John, a bit Paul, until eventually you’d had adequate of either and flapped your explosive wings into the black of your pink nighttime. All you wish is dove and go out sandman. Or was once it the mailman and the whipping publish continually swings two times? Fish stick boy and his tartar sauced rebellion? Voodoo donuts washed down with a toddler vaccine cocktail. The maple-glazed day you grew sulky. The custardy occupation of your play. A sprinkled simoniac of sin. Media blackhead holes. Your attempted and real twist. The cut up gnomon on your head casting deep-fried shadow. Summoning all jelly blood. Your everlasting present for crumby habit. No time to feed the pigeons. Yea, yea, i do know.