Bisquick: An American Seance
Autor C. Russell Priceen Limba Engleză Paperback – 15 aug 2026
Grief is a rodeo filled with ghost clowns. In Bisquick: An American Seance, C. Russell Price explores spiritualism and the fetishization of the Midwest cowboy aesthetic, creating a vibrant world inhabited by three unforgettable characters: the speaker, a traumatized eco-anarchist working through grief; Ghost Cowboy, a ghost dream boyfriend hell-bent on hunting predators of the poor; and Bisquick, a blue ghost horse who just wants to dance. This spectral trio boogies, copulates, and fights against a system that ghosted them long before the demise of their physical bodies, determined to stay saddled to their dreams. Price gallops through the widths of time, the geography of the United States, the spectral plane, and the leather BDSM scene as they attempt to answer this provocative collection’s central question: If the dead could talk, wouldn’t they have something better to say?
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9798899480560
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 mm
Greutate: 0.45 kg
Editura: Northwestern University Press
Colecția Triquarterly
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 mm
Greutate: 0.45 kg
Editura: Northwestern University Press
Colecția Triquarterly
Notă biografică
C. RUSSELL PRICE is the author of oh, you thought this was a date?!: Apocalypse Poems and Tonight, We Fuck the Trailer Park Out of Each Other. They are a poet in residence at the Chicago Poetry Center and work with the Anarchist Review of Books. They are a Lambda Fellow, a Ragdale Fellow, and two-time Lit 50 honoree. Price landscapes in Chicago.
Cuprins
June, First Visitation, 7-Eleven on Sheridan
Why I’m Writing About a Ghost Cowboy I Yell at a Punk House Party at 2am
Instructions for Summoning a Ghost Cowboy Boyfriend in the Popeye’s Parking Lot
Ghost Cowboy Says He’s Going to Throw His Dirty Boots in My Washing Machine
Heart, Bang It Up Real Good, Baby
Portrait of Ghost Cowboy on the Brink of Class Consciousness
Ghost Cowboy Tells Me to Stop Talking
When I Think of Ghost Cowboy I Forget I’m on an SSRI
Ghost Cowboy Licks My Crow’s Feet
Ghost Cowboy Says We Should Be Official So I Clear Out My Roster and Lean into Abundance
I Make Ghost Cowboy His First Playlist
The Blue Ghost Horse
Ghost Cowboy Has Informed Me of an Upcoming Expedition West of Chicago So I Hold a Seance in a Gay Bar So We Can Talk While He Is Away (or, No One Sucks Dick with Hate in Their Heart)
I Dream Ghost Cowboy Asks for a Poem About PTSD After I Tell Him He Can’t Spend the Night (Or, Why I Wear Gloves to Sleep)
Ghost Cowboy Has Sustained Another Tennis Related Elbow Injury
Anatomical Diagram of a Blue Ghost Horse
Ghost Cowboy Admits He’s Been Talking to Someone but Doesn’t Say It’s the Moon (or, Seance on the Amtrak)
Ghost Cowboy’s Instructions for Class War
When I Was Done Dying
I’m Considering to Stop Seeing Ghost Cowboy
Names for a Band of Cowboys (Ghost or Real)
Gender Disappointment
Ghost Cowboy Asks for My Love Language
Bisquick: Origin Poem
Bisquick’s Playlist, “Linger Ye Little Whimsigoths”
Ghost Cowboy’s Code of Conduct
Ghost Cowboy: Origin Poem
Things I Shouldn’t Say, but Say Anyway Post-Coital to Cowboy
Ghost Cowboy Starts a Podcast
I Confess to Ghost Cowboy I Am Developing a Shipping Fever for Him and Would Like to Define the Relationship If He Gets a Minute, No Worries If Not
Ghost Cowboy Has Requested We Take a Break from This Relationship While He Goes to Omaha or Wherever Those Cats Are Always Going Off to or Olima or Kathmandu While He Goes Out There to Find Himself
No Ghost Cowboy Sighting or Text in 8 Days
Ghost Cowboy Texts Me A Video of His Love Song About Ohio While Out West
I Decide to Tell Ghost Cowboy My Intentions
I Tell Bisquick How I Really Feel About Ghost Cowboy
Bisquick Gives His Advice Off Camera
Ghost Cowboy Is Making a Snuff Film
Bisquick’s Dance Break
Ouija Board Internal Abecedarian: Ghost Cowboy Is Dumping Me and Bisquick Stinks of Gasoline
Like a Telenovella, Ghost Cowboy Has Announced He’s Having a Ghost Baby (a Belle and Sebastian Golden Shovel)
A Horse Opera
Notes
Acknowledgments
Why I’m Writing About a Ghost Cowboy I Yell at a Punk House Party at 2am
Instructions for Summoning a Ghost Cowboy Boyfriend in the Popeye’s Parking Lot
Ghost Cowboy Says He’s Going to Throw His Dirty Boots in My Washing Machine
Heart, Bang It Up Real Good, Baby
Portrait of Ghost Cowboy on the Brink of Class Consciousness
Ghost Cowboy Tells Me to Stop Talking
When I Think of Ghost Cowboy I Forget I’m on an SSRI
Ghost Cowboy Licks My Crow’s Feet
Ghost Cowboy Says We Should Be Official So I Clear Out My Roster and Lean into Abundance
I Make Ghost Cowboy His First Playlist
The Blue Ghost Horse
Ghost Cowboy Has Informed Me of an Upcoming Expedition West of Chicago So I Hold a Seance in a Gay Bar So We Can Talk While He Is Away (or, No One Sucks Dick with Hate in Their Heart)
I Dream Ghost Cowboy Asks for a Poem About PTSD After I Tell Him He Can’t Spend the Night (Or, Why I Wear Gloves to Sleep)
Ghost Cowboy Has Sustained Another Tennis Related Elbow Injury
Anatomical Diagram of a Blue Ghost Horse
Ghost Cowboy Admits He’s Been Talking to Someone but Doesn’t Say It’s the Moon (or, Seance on the Amtrak)
Ghost Cowboy’s Instructions for Class War
When I Was Done Dying
I’m Considering to Stop Seeing Ghost Cowboy
Names for a Band of Cowboys (Ghost or Real)
Gender Disappointment
Ghost Cowboy Asks for My Love Language
Bisquick: Origin Poem
Bisquick’s Playlist, “Linger Ye Little Whimsigoths”
Ghost Cowboy’s Code of Conduct
Ghost Cowboy: Origin Poem
Things I Shouldn’t Say, but Say Anyway Post-Coital to Cowboy
Ghost Cowboy Starts a Podcast
I Confess to Ghost Cowboy I Am Developing a Shipping Fever for Him and Would Like to Define the Relationship If He Gets a Minute, No Worries If Not
Ghost Cowboy Has Requested We Take a Break from This Relationship While He Goes to Omaha or Wherever Those Cats Are Always Going Off to or Olima or Kathmandu While He Goes Out There to Find Himself
No Ghost Cowboy Sighting or Text in 8 Days
Ghost Cowboy Texts Me A Video of His Love Song About Ohio While Out West
I Decide to Tell Ghost Cowboy My Intentions
I Tell Bisquick How I Really Feel About Ghost Cowboy
Bisquick Gives His Advice Off Camera
Ghost Cowboy Is Making a Snuff Film
Bisquick’s Dance Break
Ouija Board Internal Abecedarian: Ghost Cowboy Is Dumping Me and Bisquick Stinks of Gasoline
Like a Telenovella, Ghost Cowboy Has Announced He’s Having a Ghost Baby (a Belle and Sebastian Golden Shovel)
A Horse Opera
Notes
Acknowledgments
Recenzii
“Dear Poet, you had me at, ‘Venus is in Pisces and America is falling apart.’ C. Russell Price makes my favorite kinds of poems, each page a release pin, a spur dug in the thigh. The living in here when you enter this book is a brilliant echo, each poem ringing back to you long after you've read it. I called a friend and told them Price's advice, ‘We could go to a small town to be strangers / in love with The Moon.’ YES, we both exclaimed! Ghost cowboy love is real!” —CAConrad, author of Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return
“Reading C. Russell Price's latest poetry collection feels like admiring flowers in the graveyard on a sunny day. It's the queerness of grief, the beauty and ache of longing to be loved by all our ghosts. It's pleasure and loneliness holding hands, with their fingers intertwined.” —H. Melt, author of There Are Trans People Here
“Bisquick is a surrealist, no-holds-barred queer haunting, resurrecting dead friends, lost loves, lost potential, and American dreams through carnal and grief-infected conjurings of the Ghost Cowboy and his eponymous steed. Price’s poems are simultaneously sexy, messy-wild, grandiose, and ambitious. In Bisquick, they give us an unbridled kick-to-the-face-of-fascist-conformity kind of wild ride that’s just not necessary, but also a helluva good time!” —Evelyn Berry, author of Grief Slut
“Reading C. Russell Price's latest poetry collection feels like admiring flowers in the graveyard on a sunny day. It's the queerness of grief, the beauty and ache of longing to be loved by all our ghosts. It's pleasure and loneliness holding hands, with their fingers intertwined.” —H. Melt, author of There Are Trans People Here
“Bisquick is a surrealist, no-holds-barred queer haunting, resurrecting dead friends, lost loves, lost potential, and American dreams through carnal and grief-infected conjurings of the Ghost Cowboy and his eponymous steed. Price’s poems are simultaneously sexy, messy-wild, grandiose, and ambitious. In Bisquick, they give us an unbridled kick-to-the-face-of-fascist-conformity kind of wild ride that’s just not necessary, but also a helluva good time!” —Evelyn Berry, author of Grief Slut
Descriere
Bisquick: An American Seance is the visionary second full-length collection from C. Russell Price, an adventure through the spaces where the dead and the living commingle and live like cowboys.