#carrie murphy

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Jenn Champion - [Don't Fear] The Reaper (feat. Carrie Murphy)

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Poetry Review: Carrie Murphy's Fat Daisies - Queen Mob's Tea House

Em Kaldenbaugh reviews 'Fat Daisies' by Carrie Murphy.

Lovely review of FAT DAISIES!

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Carrie Murphy: Big Dirty Hearts

Carrie Murphy on how to write with humor and purposeful abandon, why pop culture is a necessary touchstone in poetry, and how feminism guides her life and work.

Ruth Awad interviewed me about my poetry and my pets for her PET POETICS series (and said some really lovely stuff about me, too)!

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Birds of Lace 2016 Chapbooks

Birds of Lace is back in 2016 with five new chapbooks from Sade Murphy, Meghan Lamb, Jacqueline Kari, Myriam Gurba & Lily Hoang.

Only three more days to go! There are still lots of excellent rewards in addition to our ‘16 title pre-order, including:

–Signed copies of Carrie Murphy's Fat Daisies, Anne Marie Rooney's Spitshine, Jacqueline Kari's translation of Henri Deluy's Morale + Danielle Pafunda's 2014 BoL letterpress broadside & coaster

–a signed copy of Danielle Dutton’s Margaret the First + Barbara Comyns’ Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead

–Signed copies of Kate Durbin’s E! Entertainment and ABRA (co-written with Amaranth Borsuk)

–clear “MY FEMINISM IS TRANSPARENT” backback, plus a t-shirt and zine from Tinkypuss

–queer porn from Heartless Productions DIY

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Here’s an interview with me where I talk about my book FAT DAISIES!

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Today I wore jeans in the sweltering heat & sweat pooled in my crotch. There was a girl on the metro with eyeliner like Priscilla Presley & I suddenly saw her on her wedding day, with hair tousled & makeup a little smudged, beaming on a bed in a brocade room, the ever-after romantic comedy honeymoon suite in a castle turret where the lingerie comes off like eating French fries at the mall in a sexy way, one slim golden fry dragged through a pair of red lips, pert tongue for the little blob of ketchup. My legs up on the dash in a skirt as if I wanted to flash every other driver with a sly from the side. It’s not a political statement if you shave your armpits, except it is. Except it isn’t. My grandmother would never say armpits, she would say underarms, a lovelier word, but it still means the part where you sweat that should have the perfectly zero amount of hair as an asshole should have, said the aesthetician who rubbed ice cubes all over my raw vulva & kept me laughing as she ripped & I lay there thinking of how I’d have to wipe gingerly & how I’d walk out of there— how I’d walk.

“Beauty Work” by Carrie Murphy for National Poetry Month: Day 9.

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My poem “Beauty Work” was the featured poem for National Poetry Month, yesterday @therumpus!

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The discourse of what to eat & how to eat & where to work & how to work when I feel sloppy & spoiled because I don’t want to wear pumps or get tenure or eat macaroni from a box. But I want everyone else to be able to do those things if they want to do them so I write like a heart with spikes & I think my meanness deep inside like a kitchen faucet that’ll cut your lip right off.

from Phobe Manifesto by Carrie Murphy