Eris Went Hitchhiking Nowhere is a chapbook of poetry, and the first independent release of Nick Rust. It contains two cycles of poetry, "Eris Went Hitchhiking" and "Nowhere". "Eris Went Hitchhiking" is a cycle that concerns itself with the archetypes and scenarios present in Greek mythology and how they manifest in our modern lives through the transference of symbolism. The "Nowhere" cycle is a bit of a catch-all collection of works with a lose and ambiguous motif. In the words of the author "It ("Nowhere") is a symbolic representation of the first full breath after a rite of passage, a real sense of being in the world and realizing it's place" he then added "which is all psuedo-intellectual crap really, I went through some shit and this is what came out." Click Here for Preview

The official release of the chap book has been scheduled with the first public performance of The Deconstruction of a New American Poet and has been set for Tuesday April 24'th at Festivilla (in Indianapolis, Indiana). Check the events section at RustedMedia.com. Opening the performance is a special guest, E. A. Zann, a German experimental artist.

Eris Went Hitchiking Nowhere, as well as tickets for The Deconstruction of a New American Poet, can be preordered at www.rustedmedia.com.

Nick Rust has published poems, short prose, and non-fiction pieces in several small press publications, and this marks his first independent release. He has been involved with artistic endeavours in the Indianapolis area for several years. He is the front man of The Atrocity Exhibition, a musical project of questionable future. He currently lives in Bloomington, Indiana.


Daedalus Wept
A meeting in a grove
for careful good-byes
Framed in an autumn drizzle
that seduced slumbering trees

to shed their leaves of vibrant cold burnt colors

"I must go" a statement of concision
and summary, slithered from her lips
to gnaw on the arbor
A pause
and leaves like Icarian feathers.
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Laid Awake, Wondering…
We, entwined, upon a bed,
infested with mutual declarations,
Promise in eyes and tongues
that belong only to lovers
in circumstances…
Yet our hands signed chiromantic
prophesies of absence
with but the lightest of touches.


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