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\"Our guarantee: pictures preexist prose.\"<\/P>
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From Patterson's unconsciousness a hundred images geyser forth. Observing no order, acknowledging no linguistic import, they loom up in Bradley's face and gradually coalesce into this--<\/P>
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Family Romance<\/P>
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All-new Second Edition, rewritten, re-formatted in adherence to the creators' original vision and verbalization! Now with even more visuals, exvaginating yet further verbals!<\/P><\/div><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n

\u201c\u2026There is no denying the imagination on show here, both in the excellent artwork and in Bradley\u2019s interpretation of it. Patterson\u2019s pictures are an unsettling mix of body horror, twisted erotica, 1950s sci-fi and biblical iconography\u2026 It is to Bradley\u2019s credit that he<\/span><\/div><\/div>\n
manages to create a cohesive story around these visuals, often surpassing them in gross-out strangeness. Thankfully there is meat under all the blood and amniotic fluid. Family Romance works both as a coming-of-age story and a critique of organised religion\u2026\u201d
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Buy Family Romance<\/em> in paperback at Amazon<\/a> or ebook at Kobo<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\"Elmer<\/a><\/p>\n

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Second Edition! Improved production values! Critically appendicized by the leading lights of Thelema\/Crowleyanity!<\/span><\/p>\n

“The voice is dead perfect\u2026 I can\u2019t imagine a hip Thelemite NOT having this book in her library.”
\n–Don Webb, former High Priest, Temple of Set<\/span><\/p>\n

“This ‘picaresque graphic novel’ reads like an account of Crowley\u2019s death-bed fever dream or an afterlife bardo journey gone terribly wrong, wherein the fifty-eight Wrathful Deities take on the aspect of warped and sinister versions of Looney Toons archetype…. the result reads like a trippy, post-mortem, long-lost epilogue to The Confessions.”
\n–Richard Kaczynski, author of Perdurbo: The Life of Aleister Crowley<\/p>\n

“Reading Elmer Crowley is like reading Crowley\u2019s inner dialogue at 3am, after an intensive journey into his own inner abyss. It is, therefore, a magickal working that Crowley himself would be proud of.”
\n–Gwendolyn Taunton, author of Northern Traditons<\/p>\n

“Of Aleister Crowley\u2019s many fictionalizations, this novel gets best into his head. Erudite, prideful, lascivious, funniest man of his time, and the mightiest spiritual spelunker–he speaks and shouts from these pages as clearly as he did in his Autohagiography, which is paradoxical, given the irreal setting.”
\n–Barry Katz, HTMLGIANT<\/p>\n

“This book\u2026captures the feel of Crowley with his bawdy, politically incorrect irreverence, his arrogance and his committed magickal spirituality and awareness.”
\n–Charlotte Rodgers, author of P is for Prostitute<\/p>\n

“Crowley, Fudd, Hitler, Buddha, Yeats, Heliopolitan hierophants, the Goddess Baubo, assorted \u201cNilotic dream despots\u201d, a carrot-eating Madame Blavatsky, Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and their Warner Brothers producer, Leon Schlesinger bounce and boing their way across human history. These are the launch points for Bradley\u2019s inquiries into questions of meta-ethics and truth against a background of ‘Esoteric Hitlerists.'”
\n–John-Ivan Palmer, Fortrean Times<\/p>\n

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Set during Nero’s psychotic reign, this BLANK VERSE EPIC plunges a transsexed priestess of a Phrygian fertility cult into the becalmed Adriatic. He\/She’s attended by his\/her erotically indecisive traveling partner who can’t swim a stroke, and is clinging to him\/her in this exhausted frame of mind–<\/span><\/p>\n

…For me the Adriatic’s sickly-warm,
\nas one imagines amniotic sauce
\nto be, or maybe recollects it as.
\nExistence dragged beyond the edge of surfeit
\nthis time around, I balk to get re-sucked
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“Whose shiny prosthesis
\nunhymens this prairie,
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\nurged on a flippant girl,
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\ndo smoke as vulvas do semen?”<\/span><\/span><\/span>The painter and poet, in a death-wrestle, try to disentangle their protean identities, or at least to maintain a numerical tally of the limbs, heads, and torsos their shifting persons comprise.<\/div><\/div>\n
As with FAMILY ROMANCE, Tom has accepted the challenge posed by a stack of preexisting art. In this case the ekphrasis is in verse, and the ineffable images have sprung from the cranial alembic of alchemical visionary David Aronson.
\nPublisher Jonathan Penton says, “This is the most peculiar book of erotica, and the weirdest book of poetry outside of psychoses outright, I’ve ever seen. This is BHAGAVAD-GITA PORN<\/span><\/span><\/div><\/div>
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Posthumous collaboration with Carol Novack.<\/P>
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\"...Being a writer, Carol's method of self-excavation was literary, and she recruited my help, two shovels being better than one...She wanted me to dig under her characters and situations, to dissect her names, numbers, references, to turn her allusions, both deliberate and unconscious, inside-out.<\/P>
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Carol wanted a running commentary that furtively pursued\u2014she cringed at the word\u2014psychoanalytical strategies. She envisaged an infestation of ten-point type skittering along the bottom of her novel like army ants underfoot.<\/p>\n

“‘We need a literal subtext!’ she cried…”<\/p>\n

Cover art and illustrations by Nick Patterson.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Black and white version from Jaded Ibis Press, described by Forbes magazine as a \"hotpoint where the novel is undergoing radical transformation to reflect its time.\"<\/P><\/div><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n
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Chris Kelso, the charismatic Caledonian, has collaborated with Tom Bradley in writing this book. Cover art and interior illustrations are by the astonishing Nick Patterson!<\/span>\n

Depicted here is Sheila the She-God, who presides over London’s formerly semi-fashionable Goneril Square. Inspired by the Cathars and the Bogomils, the Chabad-Lubavitcher Hasidim and the Mohel Rabbis, the <\/p><\/div><\/div>\n

Borborites and the Manichaeans, the Vajrayana Buddhists and the ecclesiastical branch of Aleister Crowley’s Ordo Templi Orientis, not to mention the Carpocratians and sundry other Spermo-Gnostic sects, Sheila’s transgendered clergy hunt down and sacrifice–not humans, but human bodily fluids. Splooge plus catamenia are harvested and wafted aloft, burnt-offering-wise, to our She-God in the smog.<\/span><\/div><\/div>
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