Tales From A French Envelope
eBook (PDF), 174 Pages
Poems and stories for the hurt and the lonely, the horny and the adventurous.
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May 28, 2013Catfish McDaris is imaginative when it comes to his flash fiction. Next to his beatnik writing compared to the creators. Ginsberg & Kerouac he is a style of his own as well. The second part of book is with Craig Scott. almost all of his poetry is about f**king, tits and ass. Those are great items for my liking, but too much gets repetitive and boring. Hence the four star review. I have three of his chapbooks and will cherish this man's work. Here are my recommendations and favorites with snappy synopsis for a few. **Catfish** *Reading Recs* Jackalope Condoms Mamasita Mambo Next Time Slivers of Death Never to Old Gertie's Little Pal a quickie with a dildo The Good Samaritan: If the fat cow of a women is choking....let it die *lesson learned* Pinocchio's Wooden Leg a horror tale of a baseball coach with to many sexual partners to coach. Praise the Lord and Pass the gopher meat We all have those Aunts, you never wanna see at family events.
Dec 17, 2011From Frankie Metro at email@example.com … If money is an iguana eating a jackalope, as Catfish Mcdaris suggests in the short prose piece: Jackalope Condoms, then free books are either named Ana or Jack, and have furry horns sprouting from their scaley spines. Allow me first off, to thank Craig Scott for the new bundle of joy I received in the mail today. Children like this live in the French Envelope Catfish & Craig left out to dry in the deserts of the Independent Press Community. Warning: Don’t approach this book looking for new spiritual landscapes or cognitive plateaus. Instead, floss your gums regularly, start now if you have to, and be open to a series of prods and pokes. As you progress, there is a pungent smell of burning meat, or a burning sensation, possibly in the pubic zone if you’re that type of person, that follows you around the house, even after you put the book down. Sometimes the meat is sweetly rancid: Deep & Deeper (C.M.) “The Commanche was... More > fanning that burning meat and chanting. Before long I felt this strange sensation. You know how your hemmorhoids burn, after too many hot peppers? That’s about as close as I can come to an explanation…” Sometimes the burning is painfully familiar: Fuck You (C.S.) I’m a suicide. You’re my letter. You don’t care for responsibility. You never inform the authorities of my death. You meet some douchebag in a bar and elope to Vegas. My bones mail you my middle finger. Catfish McDaris’ poem: Willy Gets Chilly is like a stash of retrospection, finally discovered bobbing along in the reservoir of your toilet, or a dopemine rush that’s justified, tried and true. Creepy Uncle Willy was the last resort, but my parents had to go to a funeral, getting into my pajamas, I noticed girlie books in the bathroom, I was soon walking the monkey, Uncle Willy yelled You naughty boy, now I’m going to spank you… Blood exploded from his nose & his eyeballs rolled white like hard boiled eggs, the cops came & called my folks… Everyone’s heard the creepy Uncle story; some have written the creepy Uncle poem; (C.M.) exorcises the creepy Uncle demons: …the preacher asked if anyone wanted to say a few words, I stood & said he was right, it did hurt him more than me. Page 43’s poem: Godzilla Doesn’t Play Butler (C.M.) makes the completely ludicrous seem completely feasible, and not only that but also tactfully orchestrated: I took off all my clothes & stroked my lizard until it resembled Godzilla stomping Tokyo Walking into the living room I set the cake on the coffee table I heard a woman say “Damn” I asked “Anyone want meat with their cake?” a few hands went up… while Catfish’s: Tiger Skin Blues is a place where the only difference between magic squirrels and tree rats is the size of your twig & berries: “Cruz’s heart was broken into a million pieces. Her tears could’ve filled the Gulf of México. Antonio couldn’t survive on ordinary cat food; he hit his eighth life quick. Cruz had him made into a rug and there she slept, until she died of boredom and a lonely heart.” Ah, Southwest Catfish Cassady & The Bob Dylan Pig Truck Blues…Catfish seems to always be in a race with death; not the death of the body, but the death of the self-image, immersing himself in pig shit and hot sauce on occassion, and hauling ass to Tucumcari or bust. Taking Down The Shakedown (C.M.) is vigilante justice/México City standoffs on public transit/bagmen/cold earth/a hot day/and no supervision: The México City pickpockets worked the luxury buses in wolf packs, razor blades concealed between fingers Swift dips of eagle talons into purses & wallets, handing off to second men the watchers ever vigilant… On page 55, you find that There’s No Cure For True Love (C.M.) and this is an adverse reaction to domestication; an unspayed, unneutered, ill-tempered jackalope, with two hyper-active sex organs, who cares nothing about the topic: “You ask what would reduce a man to such worm like behavior? Did she have beauty, intelligence, a great body, a pleasant personality? No, an emphatic no, to any of those good qualities. She was a cunt in every sense of the word. She squandered his hard earned money, cheated with every man stupid enough to screw her. She had body odor and bad breath…” When you’re finally: Face To Face with his contribution to this book, the color coated, hairy flavored slime trail it’s left on your tongue is hard to describe, but in the company of Catfish, you find out Jeffrey Dahmer’s been standing across the page, and you’ve traveled just a stanza or one paragraph too far down a dark alley. * * * You turn the corner, and Craig Scott’s portion starts off like a free dance at the strip-bar, followed by a private show wth no panties or bra. The poem: Bachelor Party Guidelines reads as a continuously revised string of advice, completely unheeded of course, but unabashedly acknowledged all the same: You can impregnate, but make sure it doesn’t come to term. You can bring it to term, but don’t claim it as your own. You can claim it as your own, but don’t spend any time with it… The Other (C.S.) is a full scale model of the late Todd Moore in drag, a hairy kneed poem with silk stockings and a .38 Snub-Nose…holy, ripped, ready for action: Don was too busy staring at Petal’s tits to notice her pulling the 38 snub out from under the pillow. One was half the size of the other. Her nipples got hard when she shot him in the balls Craig seems to pry his characters from the steel reinforced confines of oversized tuna cans in some instances; cans containing wet pink flesh, cans with serrated chew marks on the label, cans with chunks of stem cells… chaotic, suck-fucking hybrids that blame their idle hands, which never fully developed. He sleeps with would-be assassins when The End is near: “My left eye feels like a balloon filling with water. We fight and fuck and ignore the cat vomit in the bed…” giving them the choice of either the crow’s nest or the wet spot in the bed. By the time you’re left with the question: Why (pg. 156) she is the only answer you have left: why is it she’s had tits since 12 known how to suck a dick since 13 how to eat pussy since 9… why is it you haven’t known her forever but yet you have She is tucked neatly at the slimy base of a French Envelope. There is still time to save her, before the glue really dries…< Less
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- Catfish McDaris & Craig Scott (Standard Copyright License)
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- September 27, 2011
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