Tuesday, April 28th, 2009...10:21 am
john dorsey & s.a. griffin | the dead zone trilogy by todd moore
I’ve heard
it said that the body is mainly comprised of water. I’d add to that hopes, dreams, tears, and a masculine and feminine energy so ingrained that it’s what we might refer to as spirit, whisper as a constitution of muted American daydreams, silenced by the light of morning in a corporate reality, all this is what you’ll find in the writing of Todd Moore.
Make no mistake about it, Todd Moore is the real outlaw poet of our day, his pen dipped in gunslinger magic; happy big time Valentine’s baby. First time I ever laid my eyes on Todd’s Dillinger material, it ripped my lid off – still does, that’s why he got his very own section in the Outlaw Bible, his shit killed. I had never experienced anything like it before or since. After reading “Dead Zone” on the heels of several other pieces of this epic, it is apparent that Todd was born under the sign of a smoking gun and has latched on to some streaking star from a yet to be discovered universe.
For readers not familiar with Moore’s work, for years he has received the poem, the novel, the word, through the lips of 1930’s bank robber/desperado John Dillinger. Searching for his face on the silver screen, through sex, love, death, fear, fame, wisdom. . .by becoming your mother, your brother, your sister, and turning all of them into myth, a bloodbath, a tribal love-dance, by parting the Red Sea boiling over inside and out of our culture, inside the collective human mind, bleeding in our dark places unburied by the shadow of experience.
Channeling Dillinger since 1973, Moore’s outlaw opus has generated somewhere in the neighborhood of a quarter of a million words. His dreamlike fantasy becomes machine guns in the hands of automatic killer language, a flickering black & white noir shot full of good old American myth. Todd shoots the characters onto the pages with the story, as Dillinger supplies the blood. & just like one of the bank robber’s blondes that sheds her skin and sticks her tits out like six shooters in the darkened movie theatre, Dillinger won’t let the reader go.
Todd has been heralded by some, ignored by too many and yet to be experienced by the rest. His Dillinger fits right into the western canon of poetic legend established by the late, great original master gunslinger of verse, Ed Dorn. Todd Moore’s Homeric outlaw odyssey is that of our present cultural flux and collective nightmare translated from the not so distant Tommy gun G Man past into the phallic explosion of a corporate gangsta pop present, blood & sand baby, are ya with me dawg?
The words inside of “The Dead Zone Trilogy” are blessings, keepsakes, chapters of saga greater than Mario Puzo’s most violent wet dream. Is Moore writing a poem, or simply channeling the oral tradition of a dead language soaked in blood and cum stained love-letters to a greater truth, the pulse of the mind, a nation made internal?
Hell, I can’t tell. I don’t care really. I don’t know what’s real, “or is that johnnie?”, that’s a good question. This book rattled my cage. Lawrence’s flesh became mine, became the other, whispered the meaning of bullets to monsters, in a pre-Dorothy era outlaw America that was never Kansas, that will leave your head spinning, dizzy, afraid to go outside, afraid to be locked inside, afraid of the hitting, silenced by strong words to find the meaning of our song, we all share it. Pick up this book anywhere you can find it, come sing for your dreams, before their motives are flooded in darkness, Todd will take a bullet for you, in fact he’s been taking them for yrs, his name, your name, our name America . . . Dillinger!
John Dorsey & S.A. Griffin
THE DEAD ZONE TRILOGY by Todd Moore, St. Vitus Dance Press, 2005.
Todd Moore books and cds are available here… S.A. Griffin books here…
some related articles are listed below:
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- s.a. griffin | for todd moore’s 70th
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- todd moore | when…
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- todd moore | i want it all and i want it now
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- todd moore | how come
- todd moore | i don’t want
- todd moore | I don’t
- todd moore | this
- todd moore | red
- todd moore | what I want to know
- todd moore | right after…
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- todd moore | just
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- todd moore | burning
- todd moore | dynamite
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- todd moore | 45 auto
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- todd moore | the perfect
- todd moore | the bank…
- todd moore | lucky
- todd moore | fucking
- todd moore | burning the…
- todd moore | dillinger was
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- todd moore | the bottle
- todd moore | they’re coming
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- todd moore | reading
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- todd moore | i write in the blood
- todd moore | the sentences are burning
- todd moore | walking around in the blood
- todd moore | the blood of america
- todd moore | going to meet the outlaw
- todd moore | jack wilson
- todd moore | the nightmare talking
- todd moore | devouring the shadow
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- todd moore | black rain
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- todd moore | tasting the blood
- todd moore | reading the dark
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- todd moore | working the outlaw wind
- todd moore | blood and fate under mad stars
- todd moore | I work the shattered line
- todd moore | and the gunfight at dodge city
- todd moore | doing shots with ben smith in air à boire
- todd moore | play it & judy christopher
- todd moore | leaving a little blood on the floor
- todd moore | stealing dillinger, becoming an outlaw
- todd moore | fighting death for the poem
- todd moore | the machine gun blood of the poem
- todd moore | the dark side of america
- todd moore | dillinger and the riddle of the wooden gun
- todd moore | death rides the blood
- todd moore | that terrible shaking in the blood
- mera wolf & todd moore | read
- todd moore | stories, ashes, and fire
- bone | poetry by todd moore & rd armstrong
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- todd moore | night blood, red hands
- todd moore | writing dillinger in the eye of the hurricane
- todd moore | billy the kid in the theater of blood
- todd moore | falling in love with danger
- todd moore | cold fire, molten ice
- todd moore | the great american poem
- daryl rogers | near full moon | …for todd moore
- todd moore | writing poetry, burning the house
- todd moore | dillinger, death, and the high mountain air
- todd moore | washed in the blood of the outlaw moon
- todd moore | falling asleep in outlaw country
- todd moore | the outlaw poet and those killer eyes
- todd moore | living at the movies with dillinger and depp
- todd moore | patrick mckinnon and the drunken shamanic
- todd moore | scratching it out street level for the poem
- todd moore & Lawrence welsh | poetry reading
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- todd moore | hustling for drinks, praying for lines
- todd moore | the long way home and the blood on the floor
- todd moore | dave roskos, the editor’s editor
- todd moore | all the dark talking to the angel of death
- todd moore | the last good movie I made was a poem
- todd moore | coyote death mask outlaw
- todd moore | dying with dillinger in the corpse is dreaming
- todd moore | the fevers and sweats of the nightmare poem
- todd moore | reading the movies, watching the poems
- todd moore | love, longing, dillinger, disaster
- todd moore | dreaming the dream, paying the price
- todd moore | outlaw bonfires and dillinger’s blood
- todd moore | the murder and the ecstasy of the everlasting dream
- todd moore | love & death & teeth in the blood
- todd moore | american metaphors, visions, and nightmares
- todd moore | the exalted scar and the annointed cure
- todd moore | the last good reading from the outlaw dark
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- todd moore | the volcanic death song of baby face nelson
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