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- Herausgeber: Kipple Officina Libraria
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Bram Stoker Award Winners Bruce Boston and Alessandro Manzetti combine their poetic and narrative talents in a poetry novella that blends the genres of horror, surrealism, crime, and noir. Set in a large America city, Sacrificial Nights follows the lives of some of those who inhabit its late-night streets: prostitutes, pimps, a thief, an arsonist, a police detective, a psychotic killer, and more. Their tales and the tale of the city itself are richly complemented by British artist Ben Baldwin’s striking illustrations. This is a dark read with some explicit graphic content.
“Original, intelligent and exquisitely rendered, Sacrificial Nights is an absolute tour de force, a richly layered Chinese Box of sorts, where each part is as important as the whole. In a world of cookie-cutter plots and tired poetry, Sacrificial Nights is a shot of cool night air, shadowy, dangerous, and addictive as sin.” —Greg F. Gifune, author of The Bleeding Season
"When a book is both lucid and hallucinogenic, the effect can be shocking, luminous … transgressive. The collision of talents in this extraordinary work practically establishes a new genre – macabre noir." —Robert Dunbar, author of Willy
“Populated by denizens who straddle the line between salvation and damnation, Sacrificial Nightsreads like a flashlight exploration of the darkness lurking behind closed doors and down blind alleys. Boston and Manzetti deftly navigate the shadows where human monsters dwell.” —Michael McBride, author of Subterrestrial
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
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Fuori collana n. 12
Aperiodic publication.
ISBN: 978-88-98953-56-1
Edition © 2016 Kipple Officina Libraria
Text © 2016 Bruce Boston and Alessandro Manzetti
Cover Art and illustrations © 2016 Ben Baldwin
I edition epub/mobipocket: 1.0 june 2016
This edition: 1.4 March 2025
“Jean-Paul, the Flying Thief” appeared in Illumen, fall, 2015. “Lady of the Dark Hours” appeared in Devolution Z, December, 2015. “The Great Unknown” appeared in Illumen, spring, 2016. “Legend of the Albino Snakes and the Bloody Child” appeared in Polu Texni, April, 2016. All other poems appear here for the first time.
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Sacrificial Nights
“The voyeuristic and sadomasochistic latency in art and sex is on stark display in Boston-Manzetti's epic, with its cinematic images giving flesh to daemonic street
theater where anything can be sacrificed. “With startlingly economical poetry, the authors
give gritty vitality to the lowlife souls whose
moment-to-moment movements
are subconscious rituals of destruction. “Sacrificial Nights hits just the right notes—with the heavy blow of a Death Metal sledgehammer or the
soft whisper of an Xacto blade through flesh.”
—Randy Chandler,
coauthor with t. winter-damon of Duet for the Devil and Forbidden Gospels: The Devil's Cut
Sacrificial Nights
is a poetry novella,
and was written to
ROUTE 66
Boston-Manzetti
See that guy over in the corner.
the one with long hair and a beard,
nursing a Budweiser and scribbling
in a spiral-bound notebook.
Claims he’s a poet.
Calls himself “Route 66.”
“It’s all about escape,” he says.
Sometimes he tells us tales,
his poetry, I guess it is,
of a city where he once lived,
a sacrificial city , or so he claims.
Don’t know much about poetry
but we always listen,
cause he takes us to another world.
SLADE, MARY ANN & PET
Boston-Manzetti
The python twists her thick
diamond-backed hide
down the dingy third floor
of a decrepit brownstone.
This is her hunting ground.
The rattletrap cage elevator,
a thornless iron maiden,
groans and creaks upward.
The python is deaf as all
of her kind, but she can feel
the vibrations growing stronger.
Could be prey approaching.
She slithers into the shadows.
“Third door on the right,”
Slade had told the john
as he pocketed the man’s cash.
“You’ll get the ride of your life!”
The man emerges from the
cage of the elevator and
is drawn down the corridor,
littered with assorted trash.
He is feeling a bit trapped
between old posters of Gauguin,
between too many washed-out
slices of a deformed Tahiti
resembling some surreal
hell in the abridged light.
Third door on the right is ajar.
The man catches his breath
as he enters and sees her
lying naked on the bed,
a light-skinned black girl,
just the way he likes them.
He is stunned by the scents
of mango and pomegranate
with which Mary Ann has
anointed her young body,
both laced with soporifics
to which she has long
since grown immune.
The python follows the client
with her ancient reptilian radar.
She sniffs his trail of loneliness
and desire along with the
smells of other men who have
passed down this dim hallway,
Her black tongue flickers
as she slips under the bed,
rolls up all of her length,
and waits patiently for Mary
to finish her ministrations.
She dreams of the rainforest,
the taste of monkeys and
coatimundi and rats,
the rough bark of trees
against her sleek skin,
all the stuff of her past.
Down in the street, leaning
back on the leather upholstery
of his dark blue Mercedes,
-- no flash and bling for one
who always plays it cool --
Slade puffs idly on a reefer
rolled in liquorice paper
by one of his favourite girls.
He knows full well why
some of his customers
never return after having
a session with Mary Ann.
Slade is a tolerant man.
He understands that
certain people have urges
that must be satisfied
-- like Mary Ann, like
himself for that matter --
and he admires those who
have learned to sate them.
JEAN-PAUL, THE FLYING THIEF
Boston-Manzetti
Summer.
The apartment is dark.
A small circle of light
runs up the ivory wallpaper,
penetrates a fissure
of the Boulle furniture,
awakens the woodworms,
asleep in their gnawed galleries.
This alien sun is the torch
of the thief Jean-Paul.
He is doing his job,
the only job he knows,
sweating and cursing,
followed by a train of moths
that appeared from nowhere,
drawn by the light.
"Damned beasts!"
Jean-Paul hears a noise.
Something is moving
in the next room.
