Poetry. "In single cigarettes sold on a city sidewalk, in 'not for individual sale' samples of drugs or beauty products hawked on the Internet, a gray economy blossoms all around us rerouting traditional channels of production and distribution. Krystal Languell's poems outline how individuals thrive and fail such shadowy markets: 'When I was working 60 hours a week, ' she writes, 'my dad seemed to like hearing about it.' In a personal accounting of employment histories, relationships, workplaces and homes ('The known spaces / that however fucked are familiar'), Languell records the colliding forces of economics, gender, and aesthetics. The vital poems in GRAY MARKET reveal and rewire capitalism's circuits of shame and desire. 'I am basically begging for it, ' Languell writes, 'but it is / the revolution not what you imagine I need.'" Susan Briante
Gray Market
