Here Come the Warm Jets

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City Lights Publishers - City Lights Publishe
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5.5 X 0.37 X 7.09 inches | 0.29 pounds
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About the Author

Alli Warren was born in 1983 in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles and attended the University of California, Santa Cruz, where she studied poetry with Nathaniel Mackey. Since 2005, she has lived in the San Francisco Bay Area. The author of many chapbooks, including Grindin', Acting Out, Well-Meaning White Girl and Cousins, she formerly co-curated The (New) Reading Series at 21 Grand, has contributed to SFMOMA's Open Space and presently is a member of the Poetic Labor Project. This is her first book.


Praise for Here Come the Warm Jets:

"Warren's first book of poems is highly self-reflective, interestingly interrogative, and a lot of fun."--Booklist

"The 10th in City Lights' 'Spotlight Series, ' poet Alli Warren's first book is anthemic, both wry and full of wonder, colloquial and lyrical and glittering with revelations. [It] upends contemporary syntax for the sake of self-expansion, moving seamlessly between edification and amused, tongue-in-cheek condemnation."--San Francisco Weekly

"Though she may be excoriating the system, Warren has fun doing it, however, with a willingness to always go for a dirty joke . . . This dead-pan tone belies the slyly crafted humor of her wordplay, which mashes up multiple registers for comic, sometimes cutting effect . . . Even as Warren's poems dance away from any notion of a fixed self . . . a tender undercurrent runs throughout, and the closing 'Personal Poem'--comprising a series of second-person commands--offers a roundabout glimpse into the poet's more quotidian inspirations, while offering some sage advice: 'Don't talk too much about language in mixed company.'"--American Poets

"Here Come the Warm Jets starts by cycling through swaths of factless job-voice before pitching an unfolding exuberant doom-diction through the book's positively evil prosodic middle. Relative time, absolute time, ornery time, palpation time, and a kind of time I can't name are all in play along the way. I think Warren's end of capitalism would come with the richest planes of full life, but only the poems and their upending of the never-ending blossom hull make me think so."--Anselm Berrigan

"When form and form's fiancé come maundering Alli Warren will undo them both with tart prepositional gambits and the vagaries of fortune-telling and a fine poker-faced command of stagecraft itself. With nods to the congress of manners (and hat tips too to Brooks, Duncan, and others) Here Come the Warm Jets plays at neither checking nor abashing but chronicles what it just might be to be beyond the reach of any drama, any architecture. This is one heavenly book."--C. S. Giscombe

"Warren at times speaks as if from within that position of entitlement in order to prick its balloon of vanity and over-compensation from the inside. This may be an illusion, the puff of smoke erasing the face, and may speak to other modes of erasure, of lives and identities subordinated to the will of the patriarch, but it's also what poetry traffics in, with a glamour and imagination to it that's essential to what art might be doing for us, has done for us."--David Grundy