I went to the Housing Works Bookstore last night for a reading by Michael Robbins—and Kristin Hersh (Throwing Muses, Rat Girl) and Sara Marcus (Girls to the Front: The True Story of the Riot Grrrl Revolution) and Choire Sicha (The Awl, Some Hot Work-in-Progress Action) but not Sasha Frere-Jones (The New Yorker) because he couldn’t make it, which the others joked was kind of his thing. Robbins read from his debut book of poetry Alien vs. Predator. His work is wild and playful and hilarious and nasty and richly composed. It’s that blissful moment of danger and fun when being spun around on a playground carousel by Frederick Seidel at mach speeds, buzzed on Red Dog, a Nicki Minaj/Stooges mash-up blasting from a boombox. It says, “Fuck your notions” in formal wear. It pops the culture and cops the language of the last twenty-five years, twisting and tearing it apart only to shock you with the beauty of the burning heart beneath. It’s awesome. I strongly recommend it. (You can read the title track here.)
*I believe there were some fellow Tumblrs in attendance. I can’t say for sure because I was too timid to find out. If so, I’ll now say, Hello. I thought you were cool before but you’re super-cool now.
**If you’re wondering about the pair of Cadbury Creme Eggs, I named one “Alien” and the other “Predator.” Then I ate them both because I AM THE BEAST OF PREY.