Böcker av James Domestic

In the second Domesticated instalment, East Anglian punk poet, James Domestic, is once again taking potshots at work, so-called-punk-rock, outdoor and indoor pursuits, aging, right wing lunatics, politics, feet, and himself. As if that wasn't enough, you'll also find his trademark surrealism, sarcasm, and quintessentially British whimsy applied to animals, emails, food, and the power of music, alongside his idiosyncratic illustrations, and photographs from his murky past. A man in too many bands to count, a solo artist, a vocalist, a songwriter, a DJ, a poet, a painter, and a punk. James Domestic failed miserably at school through the distractions of music, alcohol, and girls, spent his early post-school life between the chemical factory and the dole, and somehow now has a PhD. A square peg in life's round hole. A face that never fitted. He couldn't care less. Come along for the ride."A sardonic, sarcastic wit, a penchant for the surreal, and a dynamic pace" (Nathan Brown, Louder Than War) "Words that bite, belch, and bleed in their brilliance" (Mark Grist, multi-award-winning poet and battle rapper) "A unique collection of poetic ventures into the human condition, with humour, anger, and a canny use of language: inspired and inspiring!" (Dick Lucas, Subhumans, Culture Shock etc.) "Relentless" (Attila the Stockbroker, social surrealist poet and songwriter)

In this often witty, sometimes furious, and sometimes downright surreal collection, James Domestic does - as per usual - whatever the hell he likes, with poetry, prose, lyrics, illustrations, and edited photos all thrown into the mix with abandon. Punk, politics, habit, the nature of work, the environment, nostalgia, aging, and some quintessentially British whimsy, all crammed in together like a last minute bag hurriedly packed for tour. Somehow it works. A man in too many bands to count (The Domestics, PI$$ER, Da Groins, Tokyo Lungs... that's not even half of 'em), a solo artist, a vocalist, a songwriter, a DJ, a poet, a painter, someone who failed miserably at school, spent his early post-school life between the chemical factory and the dole, and somehow now has a PhD (yep, it's genuinely Dr Domestic!). A square peg in life's round hole. A face that never really fitted. He couldn't care less. Come along for the ride. Domesticated is an eighty page collection of James Domestics street-poetry and punk-prose. His previous book, Cruor, earned him comparisons to John Cooper Clarke and Ivor Cutler.