Book Review for The Elvis Machine:

Subterranean Blue Poetry

Volume VIII Issue VI





THE ELVIS MACHINE: BURN, BURN, BURN



Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: The Elvis Machine

Author: Kim Vodicka

Publisher: Clash Books

Date of Publication: 2020

Pages: 193


"It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday"
- from Drive-In Saturday by David Bowie

"Are we not men?
We are Devo . . ."
- from Are We Not Men by DEVO

"You can check-out any time you like
But you can never leave!"
- from Hotel California by the Eagles


This hot Generation Y (is that a rhetorical question?) write comes with a Warning: Burn, Burn, Burn, book most likely to self-ignite into flames in the moonlight. The Elvis Machine by Kim Vodicka and Clash Books is a tell-all truthtelling in a riveting art nouveau post-New Age extravaganza where cultural/political occlusion has taken a turn for the worse. One word, nuclear, an entire exposé of the atomic strawberry, sex as sex, sex as love and sex, multiple sexual partners as dis-ease, takes poetry outside the box, in the last drive movie. A response to a cultural/political bathroom with an out of order sign on it.

The title plays with the theme of the beloved Elvis, the Hollywood icon, pin up movie star, rock n' roll singer in his last days doing drugs and bizarrely dying of a drug overdose on the washroom floor. Well, now you are Elvis. The living end drive movie going down Route 66 to Hollywood sound, high camp in a B movie going down down down. There are no subtitles but you could probably write a few. The Elvis Machine is an intelligent woman's response to not too smart. A play on drive where people's broken intimate relationships, as their survival instinct goes into overdrive manifests economic drivers. "Why tigers eat their young" (Al Capone) a comment on a society that eats its own elite, with a mirror in small town N.A.

"You make me feel murder-suicidal
when you sing about Audrey Hepburn
in mid-cereal strangle.

You make me feel double romanticidal
with your deep-fried firearms,
guarding the door that leads to nothing.


                                        The elephant in the room that doesn't even exist.


                                             I'll haunt you in your dreams tonight,
                                             unless I see you first,
                                             in which case, I'll haunt you in person."

Riveting inside poetry play that is gritty, hits the Reader in the guts with the immolation of revolving lovers, the suicide/homicide storyboard leading to queer mentality. George Sand (author) is noted for saying queer sex, "Was like eating too much cake", and not recommended for the vast majority of people, defiling the font often breaking friendships. Occasionally someone gets their queer relationship to work when their early childhood psychology and hormones are skewed, the disabuse manifesting political backlash where everyone questions their sexuality. The truth is a need for better mentoring and discernment in life and love and a course in The Holy Spirit Way. In my experience it is also too easy for a woman (and sometimes men) to be caged as a sexual receiver (someone who has revolving lovers) in this society.

Highly original use of language, lingering street lingo that plays into new treatises, pop art poetry gone madness, new word constructions flow into Beat progressions. A brave and very powerful bare knuckle presentation, The Elvis Machine by Kim Vodicka.

Available @ Clash Books.





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