Blood and Salsa/Painting Rust

by Jonathan Penton

 

 

 

 

Page Count: 
72
Publication Date: 
September, 2006
Publication Status: 
Out of Print

 

 

 

 


Blood and Salsa and Painting Rust were published in late 2006, and bound together as a flip-book in one volume (on one side was the cover for Blood and Salsa; flipping the book over would give you the cover for Painting Rust, and the two books terminated in the middle) with cover art by Shari Nettles. They quickly became some of the most discussed chapbooks of the past few years—reviews available on-line include Tom Bradley's extensive analysis at NthPositionMary Jo Malo's review at Galatea Resurrects, and Christopher Robin's review for the Underground Literary Alliance. They sold well beyond the meager expectations of a poetry chapbook (TO THE NICE YOUNG COUPLE WHO PURCHASED THEM AT THE KGB BAR: sorry about my eyes, I thought there was a pen down there), but are now out of print, so you can read them here for free.

Download Blood and Salsa

Download Painting Rust

Check out this filmed selection from Painting Rust:


Or these poems from Blood and Salsa:

First Crush

One day I decided to climb up a mountain and think about you

I wanted to go to a quiet place, so
           I found a pretty spot on the side of the mountain
                       but all I could think about was that old
                       boyfriend of yours
and how he threatened to kill you

Over the quail and the water
all I could hear was his voice                                 over and over

           I'll just fucking kill you, fucking kill you, fucking kill you.

I didn't want to think about him
and I didn't want to think about killing anyone
least of all you

So I climbed higher until I couldn't hear the quail anymore
                        but I could still hear his voic

So I climbed higher until I couldn't hear the streams anymore
                        but he was still there

           I'll just fucking kill you, fucking kill you, fucking kill you.

                                                               I had to climb higher

I kept climbing                long past the heights that it was
                                       safe to climb
which wasn't so bad except I had no way to get back down

I climbed to the top of the
           mountain where all I could hear was his voice

           I'll just fucking kill you, fucking kill you, fucking kill you.


Second Crush

One day I decided to climb up a mountain
I took along a small jug of water and a list
                                   of all the women I wanted to cry about

But when I got halfway up the mountain, I realized that your name wasn't on the list

I could have added your name to the list, but I had not thought to bring a pen

I couldn't go back down, because by the time I went up again I would forget how to cry

I couldn't cry without your name on the list, because then how would I remember that I ever loved you?

I would have happily written in blood, but the nearby rocks were so small that all I could do was put a bunch of ugly scratches on my hand