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Todd Kaneko's The Dead Wrestler Elegies is some kind of miracle. There's nothing else like it. The book succeeds as guilty pleasure and love affair, tribute and indictment, myth-making and intervention, a chronicle of obsession and disappointment, and a meditation on everything from gender politics to the points at which we all, eventually, submit. The DWE is all of this, and it's so damn fun, too. Rarely has a book of poetry (even illustrated poetry) managed to be so profound while being so entertaining. More than a pack of wild horses, more than spray-tanned human biceps confusing themselves for pythons, more than any kind of mania, really, this book is gonna run wild on you. --Matthew Gavin Frank, author of Preparing the Ghost: An Essay Concerning the Giant Squid, Its First Photographer, and The Morrow Plots In Todd Kaneko's The Dead Wrestler Elegies, Gorgeous George is forever beautiful, flexing his biceps and preening about the squared circle. Andre the Giant's legendary tales still resound in the empty amphitheaters and armory mess halls. And young men gathered around their television sets on Saturday nights still get a glimpse of the baby-oil-slick theater. Kaneko's poems leap from the top turnbuckle and make the heart pirouette like the choreographed turn off the ropes. When the lights in the arenas go out, these poems, in conjunction with Kaneko's stunning visual work, honor both these wrestlers and an era. Through Todd Kaneko's fierce but tender elegies, we come to understand that the gods are mortal after all. --Oliver de la Paz, author of Post Subject: A Fable and Requiem for the Orchard This chiseled pantheon of superbly-illustrated poems in Todd Kaneko's The Dead Wrestler Elegies transubstantiates the flesh of babyfaces, heels, champions, and losers to shimmer again within the static halo of late-night TV and nostalgia's VHS--grapevined between the gaze of a father and son finished by a runaway wife and mother'

Todd Kaneko's The Dead Wrestler Elegies is some kind of miracle. There's nothing else like it. The book succeeds as guilty pleasure and love affair, tribute and indictment, myth-making and intervention, a chronicle of obsession and disappointment, and a meditation on everything from gender politics to the points at which we all, eventually, submit. The DWE is all of this, and it's so damn fun, too. Rarely has a book of poetry (even illustrated poetry) managed to be so profound while being so entertaining. More than a pack of wild horses, more than spray-tanned human biceps confusing themselves for pythons, more than any kind of mania, really, this book is gonna run wild on you. --Matthew Gavin Frank, author of Preparing the Ghost: An Essay Concerning the Giant Squid, Its First Photographer, and The Morrow Plots In Todd Kaneko's The Dead Wrestler Elegies, Gorgeous George is forever beautiful, flexing his biceps and preening about the squared circle. Andre the Giant's legendary tales still resound in the empty amphitheaters and armory mess halls. And young men gathered around their television sets on Saturday nights still get a glimpse of the baby-oil-slick theater. Kaneko's poems leap from the top turnbuckle and make the heart pirouette like the choreographed turn off the ropes. When the lights in the arenas go out, these poems, in conjunction with Kaneko's stunning visual work, honor both these wrestlers and an era. Through Todd Kaneko's fierce but tender elegies, we come to understand that the gods are mortal after all. --Oliver de la Paz, author of Post Subject: A Fable and Requiem for the Orchard

Todd Kaneko s The Dead Wrestler Elegies is some kind of miracle. There s nothing else like it. The book succeeds as guilty pleasure and love affair, tribute and indictment, myth-making and intervention, a chronicle of obsession and disappointment, and a meditation on everything from gender politics to the points at which we all, eventually, submit. The DWE is all of this, and it s so damn fun, too. Rarely has a book of poetry (even illustrated poetry) managed to be so profound while being so entertaining. More than a pack of wild horses, more than spray-tanned human biceps confusing themselves for pythons, more than any kind of mania, really, this book is gonna run wild on you. Matthew Gavin Frank, author of Preparing the Ghost: An Essay Concerning the Giant Squid, Its First Photographer, and The Morrow Plots From the headlocks of Ed Strangler Lewis to the love life of Macho Man Randy Savage, The Dead Wrestler Elegies vividly evokes the greatest legends of professional wrestling. But these larger-than-life portraits are, more deeply, elegies for a lost family: for a departed mother, for a father who shared his love of wrestling through old VHS tapes. W. Todd Kaneko makes the wrestling ring an allegory of childhood, of masculinity, desire, and loss. At a wrestling match, Kaneko writes, we are all young again, fathers and sons. It s a landscape of fantasy and dreams, where there is no such thing as falling, only belief in flight, but also of mortality, where the statuary becomes an ossuary. Kaneko s spectacular, haunting illustrations are the perfect complement to these bittersweet poems, in which the bruised heart grapples with memory and love: I pull sorrow into my arms at night, / the way a man pulls another close. Timothy Yu, author of 15 Chinese Silences and Race and the Avant-Garde: Experimental and Asian American Poetry Since 1965 In Todd Kaneko's The Dead Wrestler Elegies, Gorgeous George is forever beautiful, flexing his biceps and preening about the squared circle. Andre the Giant's legendary tales still resound in the empty amphitheaters and armory mess halls. And young men gathered around their television sets on Saturday nights still get a glimpse of the baby-oil-slick theater. Kaneko's poems leap from the top turnbuckle and make the heart pirouette like the choreographed turn off the ropes. When the lights in the arenas go out, these poems, in conjunction with Kaneko's stunning visual work, honor both these wrestlers and an era. Through Todd Kaneko's fierce but tender elegies, we come to understand that the gods are mortal after all. Oliver de la Paz, author of Post Subject: A Fable and Requiem for the Orchard This chiseled pantheon of superbly-illustrated poems in Todd Kaneko s The Dead Wrestler Elegies transubstantiates the flesh of babyfaces, heels, champions, and losers to shimmer again within the static halo of late-night TV and nostalgia s VHSgrapevined between the gaze of a father and son finished by a runaway wife and mother s over-the-shoulder backbreaker. Sheened with baby oil and juice, these powerful poems explore the constructed and painful nature of masculinity s glory and gory days, where [b]ecause the heart is only as strong as the flesh surrounding it, / the body only as strong as a man can stand it to be the body s currency is a site of both invincibility and vulnerability, transcendence and decay, Kaneko s lines moonsaulting a muscular parabola between cartoon and icon, kitsch and myth, the timeless cage match between ecstasy and grief. Lee Ann Roripaugh, author of Dandarians

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W. Todd Kaneko is from Seattle, Washington. His poetry, fiction and non-fiction can be seen in Bellingham Review, Los Angeles Review, Southeast Review, Lantern Review, NANO Fiction, The Collagist, Blackbird, The Huffington Post, Song of the Owashtanong: Grand Rapids Poetry in the 21st Century, Bring the Noise: The Best Pop Culture Essays from Barrelhouse Magazine and elsewhere. He received his MFA in Creative Writing from Arizona State University and has received fellowships from the Kenyon Review Writers Workshop and Kundiman. He is an associate editor for DMQ Review. Currently, he teaches in the Department of Writing at Grand Valley State University. He lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan with the writer Caitlin Horrocks.

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