Repulsion Thrust by Magdalena Ball

Repulsion Thrust by Magdalena Ball
ISBN: 978-1-904492-96-2
Bewrite Books
Publication Date: 2 December, 2009
Paperback, also available in digital e-book version, 110 pp
Price: UK £8.99, USA $17.99, Ca $20.50. Eu €13.50

Available through Ingram, Bertram Books, Gardners, Baker & Taylor, Ingrams, Amazon, Barnes & Nobles and good bookstores everywhere (ask for it).Award-winning poet Magdalena Ball has released a new book of poetry that moves across a terrain not often the fodder of poetry. Following up on her award winning chapbook Quark Soup, Ball combines her pursuit for scientific meaning with the steely-eyed observations of a poet, seeking answers to the human condition through Quantum Physics, and measuring human aging against technological singularity, or the loss of love against ecological destruction. It’s an extraordinary and original collection that author, inventor and futurist visionary Ray Kurzweil calls “wonderful … singularity-aware art with a poetic sensibility”. 

Title poem:

Repulsion Thrust

take any web
worldwide or otherwise
poke holes
break boundaries
make it new
that kind of thing 

no silk is strong enough
for your anger
it isn’t yours really
its mine
my mother’s, your father’s
you get the idea
genetic instructions
writ in your
knit brows

use it
thrust through the repulsion
turn it to love

what else is there?


“In poetry the thin line that divides the hermetic from the obvious is dangerous ground and not all poets can tread there without destruction. Magdalena is comfortable here and not only treads but dances.” Bob Williams 

“Precise and exciting. Words sizzle on the page. Images steeped in the physical world work beautifully to illuminate complex emotions and states of mind. Magdalena Ball is an important poet.” Joan Schweighardt, author of Gudrun’s Tapestry, Virtual Silence and other novels. 

“This is a book of poetry for anyone who has been in love and knows what it is to live in the twenty-first century, but who is more than a little scared of what might happen if all the lights went out. Take these poems seriously. They may just have some of the answers you require.” Catherine Edmunds, author wormwood, earth and honey 

“Magdalena Ball creates a stunning impression with her first full-length collection, Repulsion Thrust. Her poems speak of experience, wisdom, and curiosity and welcome the reader to embrace a voyeuristic ride. Beautiful, haunting, and honest, Repulsion Thrust is a powerful collection with a refreshing voice and an open heart.” Lori A. May, author of Stains 

“Poems of clarity, epiphany and stark existential awareness. A bracing, imaginative collection of poetry that rewards repeated reading.” Sue Bond, The Wordy Gecko

Magdalena Ball was born in New York City and holds a BA from City College, an MA from Charles Sturt University, and has written a Masters thesis on James Joyce and Virginia Woolf. She now lives in Australia where she works in research and development for Orica, a large multinational corporation, a job that often provides inspiration for her work. She also runs the highly respected review site.  Her novel Sleep Before Evening, published in 2007, was a Next Generation Indie Book Awards Finalist. 

Neil Marr at BeWrite Books:
Magdalena Ball:

Farting Fire by Justin Blackburn

Hello, my book Farting Fire is out on Virgogray Press! You can order it at (

This is also to let you know that there are real people writing raw, vigorous poetry that is fearless, that flies straight to pain, delusion, doubt, and kisses it right on mouth, poetry that realizes all is beauty if you let be, poetry that understands the most evil man and holds him like a butterfly.  Poetry that writes its own poem that does not blame others for the ending, that never went to school, poetry that does not care about winning awards, that is written straight from the sword in the heart  There is a beautiful world inside and outside and this collection of poetry expresses it!

Here are a couple of poems and some reviews… 

Spring Christian Festival

I remember the first time I felt left out
I was five and the only kid who didn’t find an Easter egg
I cried and called my mother to come pick me up.

Today twenty years later my mother yelled at me
For being left out of society
Because I didn’t graduate college,
I don’t have a job,
And I am still living under her roof.

I left her house and started walking
To the place where the eggs were first hid
When I got there I still couldn’t find any
I cried and called my mother to come pick me up. 

Unlearning Hitlerature 

Jobs are for rednecks
College is for cutie pies
Money is impotent
Problems are lies
All people are lovable
Judgments disguise
All people are suicidal
Stupidity tries
Getting offended is awesome
Feeling embarrassed is sweet
Anything is possible
I am an idiot
Your God is whatever you want your God to be
Death is a disease
Knowledge knows nothing
Aliens are everywhere
Everyone has angels
Everything works out perfectly
Testicles are beautiful
Compassion is key
Emotional attachment is murder
I take retardation very seriously. 

sleepy timmy tambourine dreams of being a christian rapper  

i only want to see your art
i won’t need to ask you to see mine
my art is seeing your art alive

sleepy timmy tambourine dreams of being a christian rapper
but I only want to see his art
to see him smiling, dance,
to give him one drunken chance to be the most popular flapper

i am not in it for the money, the girls, the glory, or the fame
i am not in it because i want to write another chapter
i am just here to take your fear and make it laughter 


Just when the world is getting a little too much to deal with, comes a collection of poetry so honest and true that it’s reality is quite relieving. Enter Justin Blackburn, light-healer, performance poet and all around great guy. Justin, who has authored two other books “ Gifted Disabilities” & “Its Hard to Get There When You’re Already There” now proffers his first publication of poetry which deliver a humble view of a twenty-something living life. “Farting Fire” is the answer to those moody blues that sometimes get us down. I really enjoyed reading his manuscript and was surprised at the humanity of some of his work which I encountered. Mr. Blackburn’s publication, Farting Fire, tackles many issues in life from relationships, to school, to parents, to poetry and everything in between. While some poems such as the title poem “Farting Fire” and “Every Fart that Made you Laugh” are light-hearted verse that will definitely bring a smile to the reader’s face, but what is more is the subtle wisdom one gleans when reading the work of this young poet. Take for example a poem like “Channel 2012 News” where Justin admonishes:

Always be sure to say a prayer / before eating your food / other people cook it with their fears / Always remember to create your own reality with love / for other people are trying to create your reality / with their fears

 Or consider, “The Homeless Man Told the Rich Man he was a Failure” in which Justin shares an anecdote about a homeless man offending a rich man by telling him he’s a failure for not having money to lend him. “Rich people are a dime a dozen.” Classic. All in all, Justin Blackburn’s Farting Fire is a candid look into the life and struggles of a young man whose brave enough to share words that, even when tackling difficult subjects like death, remain candid and fresh. –Michael Aaron Casares


Justin Blackburn, a former University of South Carolina student and poet, has had two small poetry books publishing over the last year. “Farting Fire,” published by Virgogray Press, and “Female Human Whispers,” Shadow Archer Press, are Blackburn’s third and fourth books and focused on homeless men, learning about women and everything in between. While the titles may catch a person off guard, there are some rather intriguing pieces of poetry, such as the one in “Farting Fire” titled “As my Pain Waits to Die,” in which pain is personified as a slouching roommate that you cannot get rid of, and as much you hate him, you feel jealous as soon as he moves on to someone else. Many of the poems do not follow any particular rhyme scheme or rhythmic outline like those typically taught in most high school English courses

Blackburn’s poems contain a certain raw quality that has the power to make readers wrinkle their noses and curl their toes at suggestions, and the occasional curse word thrown in for some shock value. Some of the poems do not even make sense, such as “Daddy Says Jesus was a Carpenter” from the book “Female Human Whispers.” In it, the first line talks about attending a Ku Klux Klan rally and then the speaker claims “he was dressed as an apricot.” Deeper symbolism seems to be missing. Why would you go dressed as an apricot? Is the speaker trying to suggest that they were of a different color, or that they were perhaps standing out at the meeting? Or, maybe the author is trying to insert a line just so he can move on to the next line of the poem.

Another poem from the book “Farting Fire,” “My Savior,” talks about a young man’s problem with being an outcast of society and being comfortable with himself, yet wanting to have sex with a girl and finding it difficult to accomplish. The poem’s lyrical quality is one of the better of the two books, where the poem portrays a man torn between satisfying his primeval urges and yet retaining his dignity, while coming to terms with self and accepting others as they are, even when they hurt you. The poem beckons readers to question everything we know about ourselves, asking if we could do what a savior does.

As it often is with critics and poetry, who can really determine what is good? When you first pick up a book, do you do anything more than glance at the cover and read a few pages before you set it down again? It is the same with a book of poems — you choose a few that you may find interesting without much thought. Keep in mind the rating given; while some of the poems are perhaps the worst you will ever read, there are those that stand out and actually have a deeper meaning to them. Test the boundaries of your comfort levels as you begin to delve deeper into the conscious that is self and enjoy these poems.  –Katie Crocker