The Goat Farm Arts Center is a major visual & performing arts center in Atlanta. What was once an underutilized historic site went through a major expansion and was given new form in 2009. Part of the expansion opened up 20,000 square feet dedicated to five new performance and exhibition halls and spaces. The Center now hosts classical & contemporary music concerts, traditional and experimental theatrical performances, film screenings, contemporary dance performances and art exhibitions. Vouched Books is proud align itself with such an amazing community of artists, writers, musicians, and performers by taking up shop at the Goatfarm.
Now located in the Warhorse Coffee Shop of the Goat Farm, the Vouched bookcase houses select titles. If it’s in the case, the Vouched team has read it, loved it and wants to get it in your hands so you can do the same.
Below see a list of the select Vouched Atlanta titles available for sale in the War Horse.
The Difficult Farm | Heather Christle (Octopus Books): These poems are hard-core magical incantations, the kind I would get up and say aloud if I was a Quaker at a ‘Friends Meeting’ because they move me in the G way, in the elated prayer sense, but with less consequences and lots more fun.
They Could No Longer Contain Themselves | Elizabeth J. Colen, John Jodzio, Tim Jones-Yelvington, Sean Lovelace, and Mary Miller (Rose Metal Press): Imagine these four authors standing in a line, each singing their own melody in a round, and over time the five melodies bleed into each other and form an over-lying arc whose staccato’s burst so much that you can feel them prick your fingertips and whose legatos ring your insides dry and when the humming, whistling, and singing stops the five of them all leave but their tunes stay in your head for days.
The Trees, The Trees | Heather Christle (Octopus Books): These poems are little baby labyrinths on the page and I triple-dog-dare you to not get lost in them… instead, weave in and out and about them without a thread to find your way back – you don’t want to go back there, it is better inside.
How They Were Found | Matt Bell (Keyhole Press): These stories should be mirthless, its characters are caught in their own labyrinth, consigned to oblivion; but Bell’s language breaks a hole in the ceiling and lets a little light in, illuminating the mire.
Naked Summer | Andrew Scott (Press 53): Naked Summer reminds me how thick the mid-western summer air is, the sound of cicadas quaking in the air, the tug of burnt skin peeling off of my nose; it reminds me the land is flat and harder than cement and how it will take me where I want to go if I let it– the trouble is figuring out where to go.
Skinny Dipping in the Lake of the Dead | Alan Deniro (Small Beer Press): This is an old-school carnival, the rusty kind with elephant ears, carnies with small hands, and gold-fish for prizes; the stories loop and spin you about, submerse you in murky city-filled lakes and up into the sky and back down again.
We Take Me Apart | Molly Gaudry (Mud Luscious Press): We Take Me Apart worked its way into me like an aroma, its words are imprinted on the tip of my memory so their trigger is easily caught and they leap back to life at the most unforeseen times.
Where We Think it Should Go | Claire Becker (Octopus Books): Claire Becker saunters into the spaces of the mind we only go to in solitude, the corners where there is still plenty of space for impulse and instinct.