Sex, booze, war and wordplay collide loquaciously in Err, the latest collection from innovative and accomplished poet Shane Rhodes. Equally amusing and stunning with his joyful manipulation of language and his stark portrayals of disease and oppression, Rhodes tackles everything from AIDS to martinis with style, wit and clarity.

The book is divided into four themed sections, each of which focuses on a different sphere of life and creativity. "Spirits" amends the current scarcity of drinking poems with humourous, effervescent musings, whereas "Bodies" looks at the ravages of sex, disease and death. "The Cloud Chamber" traces the breakdown of language and sound into poems that interrogate letters, phonemes and jargon, while "Dark Matter" investigates new ways of writing and thinking about poetry.

A master of alliteration, allusion, rhyme and rhythm, Rhodes shakes up a verbal cocktail of vibrant musicality that appeals to the imagination and remains in the memory. This distinctive collection makes for delightful, unusual and engaging reading.

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Err is ... highly entertaining, a smorgasbord of not-so-casual language games twisted into sharp poems both inviting & provocative.
--Douglas Barbour, a href=http://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/2011/05/17/shane-rhodess-edgy-err/>Eclectic Ruckus

Life's vices can combine into one volatile cocktail. Err is a collection of poetry from Shane Rhodes, as he talks on the dark underbelly of life and what we're searching for when we're under there. Pulling no punches and speaking on every subject he can think of, Err is a riveting work that values entertainment alongside its message.
--Small Press Bookwatch (Wisconsin)

From his earlier trade collections ... the tight lyric lines of Rhodes' poems have become more acrobatic, tumbling lines that reveal a healthy looseness to his language, and phrases turning far faster than he ever had before. ... [T]he playfulness of the entire collection abounds, madly off in all directions ... yet Rhodes seems at his cartwheeling best when all that energy is contained, somewhat, and directed in shorter, smaller bursts, such as in the eight-part poem "Shooters."
--a href=http://robmclennan.blogspot.com/2011/06/shane-rhodes-err.html>rob mclennan's blog