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Michael Robbins was the guy who changed my mind about poetry.
I always have liked prose poetry, but never any other. Wallace Stevens makes me want to beat a road sign to pieces with Harold Bloom.
But Robbins? He's a master. Have a look.
One of his lines: "I feel ya Ophelia, I said to my nuts." Come on you got to love that.
OF THE WEEK
Alien vs. Predator by Michael Robbins
Since his poems first began to appear in the pages of The New Yorker and Poetry, there has been a lot of excited talk about the fresh and inventive work of Michael Robbins.
Equal parts hip- hop, John Berryman, and capitalism seeking death and not finding it, Robbins's poems are strange, wonderful, wild, and completely unlike anything else being written today.
As allusive as the Cantos, as aggressive as a circular saw, this debut collection will offend none but the virtuous, and is certain to receive an enormous amount of attention.
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