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HORROR SLEAZE TRASH
Two years in the making, Ben John Smith's second hard cover collection of poetry, and predecessor to Air a Boire, is finally here, and ready to be flogged! Featuring the extremely brilliant composition work and inlay design of German trash artist THS (www.ths.nu).
My horrible typos and silly word slinging has been painstakingly edited by my good friend and fellow writer for HST, Ian Shearer; with special thanks to Mike Daily for being such a dude. This is not the collection of artists featured in HST over the past few months, this is a book i started long before the HST was even thought about.
108 pages; 6" x 9", jacket-hardcover binding, cream interior paper (50# weight), black and white interior ink, white exterior paper (100# weight), full-color exterior ink. Jacket Wrap and gold embossing on cloth spine.
While i have tried to keep the price as absolutely low as possible (I'm making about 1 dollar from each book) i know it's still scrapped in a little steep but with out pissing in my pocket - it really is worth the money spent, not only for my poetry but for the entire feel and complete package only a hard cover like this can embody.Obviously for adults only, i am very pleased to send this sucker out into the world and hope for a wide reception of feedback in any form, from any one! Please DO NOT buy this book if you are easily offended, have any shred of respect for me at all, don't want to hear stories about my penis, fear you may be exposed in one of these poems, are a family member of mine of D'Arnes,if you drink soy latte's or enjoy poetry about flowers and rivers. Any one else, please check it out with a grain of salt and a giggle and i thank you in advance for your support and on going communication.
Lets all get pissed and say silly things!
Double Peneteration
Double Penetration is Horror Sleaze And Trash's first publication; featuring the poetry of Ryan Quinn Flanagan and Ben Smith. A collection of 70 off-beat and low brow poems you imagine the pair to come up with in this mix of madness. 10 Aussie bucks will get this sucker to your door. A5 in size, about 80 pages, soft card cover with black and white insides. Buy it now, or don't, and wish you hadda, 25 limited copies. Great gift idea for your Grandmothers!
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
(ill put a better review up as soon as some one reads the fucking thing; and then lets me know that its a steaming heap of shit)
Sold out until further notice
I fucking love you, Bitch.
"I fucking love you, Bitch" is my new
card cover chap book, 25 pages, color cover
and b/w insides. Poetry based on the duality
of the sexes - but mainly filth and stories
that made my girl laugh.
Five bucks which will pay for shipping and printing costs. Or free if ya send me a cool letter.
Also available from Collectors Corner and Polyester in the chap sections.
Sold out until further notice.
"Mate, Your off your tits."
"Mate, your off your tits." is my weekly spot on alternative reel. featuring dumb shit by a dumb cunt, doing dumb shit, you feel that?
Check the motherfucker out . com
GIANT.
Date: 2009
Details: Gluebook, 21 x 25,5 x 2 cm, mixed media (adhesive tape, spray paint, oil/color sticks, acrylic, paper, color and black&white prints on kid’s book), 24 pages, handmade, signed, unique piece
Art work by {THS} http://www.ths.nu/
With poems by Ben John Smith, Australia.
Chess: The sixty four stratagems.
Details: 5.83" x 8.26", perfect binding, white interior paper black and white interior ink
A prose style look at the Natural phenomena of chess and the individual peices' relation to its pysical dopllganger.
Words by Ben Smith.
Chess problems supplied by the British Society of Chess Problems (http://www.theproblemist.org/)
Purchase below - or dont
Contact.
Letters, Free shit, hate mail
horrorsleazeandtrash@bigpond.com
P.O Box 806
Tullamarine
VICTORIA
AUSTRALIA
3043
Doing this Shit the whole day....is NOT a waste!!!
ReplyDeleteI laughed, I cried, i grew a little.
I think Meg Foster is there at some point, but I can never remember where she is because her dead, dead eyes are a portal to the land of wind and ghosts.
you always brighten my day, i think i have a man crush.
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