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Even dead/tired (like I am today) I think Anthony Robinson’s poems are tops!—by which I mean, they wake me up good!—by which I mean, they fly!—and this makes me want to disassemble (if I could disassemble) the whole dogged universe—word by word, line by line—and give it to him to be put in the proper marvelous (dis)order—one that’s just like the poems in BRIEF WEATHER & I GUESS A SORT OF VISION, “which are well-connected and a little wretched,” not to mention, also, full of guts and jive. Talkative notational, and stuttering with feeling, there’s no guessing about it—these poems go full-tilt whatever the weather, nine lines at a time and adorned “with lovely scribbles.” Prepare to shake your butt. “Glory be.”
—Matt Hart
6 comments:
The link goes to their front page and that's it. Any other ways to check it out?
Damn it man, put some selections up. The world wants to know!
Congratulations! That is great. Am looking forward to reading. Really like your work.
Congratulations! Looking forward to seeing it.
Definitely looking forward to this. And I second that -- the website is an info-less cul de sac. Let's hear some more about the book, read some excerpts, all that good stuff...
HERE! HERE!
Can't wait.
I put your name in intagliodupinblue.blogspot
with a link to this stuff.
Let me know if you want me to link to presses or something additionally.
Hope all is well. I keep meaning to stay in better touch and then, towards that, attempt internet at home and create a major virus disaster for myself.
Best wishes though.
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Hey, congratulations! I can't wait to read it.
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