|Lightning Struck My Dick, published by Crad Kilodney in 1980, is still the funniest title of a book in the history of humanity. I'm not even sure there is a close second.|
I'm not going to publish anything here from the book because I don't have any right to do that, and almost certainly you won't be able to find a copy at a reasonable price, but I think if you look hard enough you might find a place to read some of it on the internet. As for my copy, decades of floods, evictions, middle of the night moves, thefts, and just plain losing things has decimated my small press library. I don't even really have the heart to start collecting again. Also, I was unable to even find a copy for sale on the internet. As for Kilodney, he died of cancer in 2014 after retiring from writing for the most part in the 1990's. I can really identify with that, especially after he went to jail for trying to sell his own work on the streets of Toronto. His harassment didn't rise to the level of what the city of Cleveland did to da levy, but he definitely encountered resistance to his self-published work.
Another way I really identify with Kilodney is how he says he was inspired less by great literature than by the thousands of slush pile manuscripts he encountered while working at various vanity publishing houses and in book warehouses. 99.9% of all poetry is bad poetry, so if one can get a tatse for that one has a limitless supply to be entertained by. Like Zombie Logic Press, Kilodney established Charnel House to publish his own work, and put out 32 books between 1978 and 1985, including Mental Cases, Pork College, and the aforementioned Lightning Struck My Dick.
This is Crad Kilodney. In my opinion a pioneer of Outsider Poetry. You can learn more about him here