EVERYTHING IS OBVIOUS AFTER IT HAPPENS

<p class=ql-align-justify>These poems are like those tiny fireworks wrapped in white paper: tiny unassuming bundles that explode if you snap them between your fingers. Here Gosztyla has mastered a syntax of magical compression-of contortion too. As he bends language in ways that delight and unsettle the laws of gravity become so surreal you can <em>almost </em>drink the sky.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-MRB Chelko</strong></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Mark Gosztyla is the zeitgeist collagist you didn't know you needed. Here at every turn without contrivance or sentiment he deftly lays bare our sparkling ennui and our oversaturated collective psyche: pop lyrics and error messages and a verbal altercation over<em> who's more vegetarian</em>. These are salty irreverent often laugh-out-loud prose poems I want to live with in all the rooms of my daily life. So I guarantee will you.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-Debora Kuan</strong></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Trying to set the record straight that's the feel of things here. Trying to catch up so you can get ahead. Trying to suss it out. Now! The life you came to lead or the life that comes to lead you? It's all here in these brilliant funny stinging sad shrewd totally alive and kicking poems. This short book more full of magical transformations than a psilocybin mushroom. This book written by a saint not an angel: Mark Gosztyla the American great-grandson of Max Jacob.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-David Rivard</strong></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>