Reseña del libro "my lungs are a divebar (en Inglés)"
Dr. Walter Moore (BA, MFA, Ph.D.)--lauded bard who teaches in the School of Writing, Literature, and Film at Oregon State University--presents this dive bar book of guttural knowledge. Set in rural Indiana and urban Washington (some Texas too), these are "tween" poems for the everyperson. Poems that celebrate the all-but-forgotten beautifuls . . . an awards ceremony that offers saint statues to degenerates. Some words: "Walter Moore's poems are a hell of a ride down a hard highway. Read this book." --Jesse Donaldson "Hilarious, painful, and outrageous - often in the same phrase. Drawing from overheard fist fights, willfully eschewed observations, and half-a-lifetime of wrong turns turned right, Walter Moore crafts nail-sharp poems and prose explosions with a kind of screaming, laughing brilliance that is not be missed. These pages will slap your eyes until everything you see shines." --Owen Egerton "Here is an honest underworld of poverty, booze, smoke, fighting, loving, debt, work, and redemptive friendship. The players are self-deprecating and cocky, punkish and tender, absurd and sincere as they make fun of and try to hang on to their troubled America. Walter Moore is a terrific poet whose voice is soaked in the millennial experiences of music, film, media and seeing through bullshit." --Henry Hughes
