![]() ‘They wash your body when you’re dead’, she writes, “The foam dries between your legs and nobody cares. When Iggy yowled all that, he wasn’t just wilding, he was talking about the raw joys a hound knows: mischief, rough sex, the scary marvel of how another creature can turn your fucking heart to goo.Įileen makes words bite and lick at weirdly sensitive regions never previously detected. ![]() This book is like “I Wanna Be Your Dog” by The Stooges. ![]() (I was gonna wolf a party bag of Mars bars and hump Jimmy the stuffed polar bear tonight but whatever… ) I’ll call this thing a "poem" because I think Afterglow is a poem, melancholic and shaggy, but keep quotation marks around it like claws. Sometimes Eileen Myles is not herself in this mixture of celebration and elegy dedicated to her pit bull Rosie sometimes she’s a dog, too. Gone AWOL with autumn fever, he’s asked me, Shadow the hound, to write some stuff on Eileen Myles’s fantastic new book Afterglow, A Dog Memoir for him. Charlie Fox, author of This Young Monster, channels his dog self and marvels at how animals have been portrayed in art and culture. ![]() The book is a moving elegy to her pitbull Rosie. Tomorrow Afterglow, a dog memoir by Eileen Myles hits the stores. ![]()
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