If you're in Atlanta, you should come on out. There will be poems. We usually end up partying afterwards, too. It's sure to be a blast.
Essbaum's most recent book, Harlot, is seriously one of the best books of poetry I've read in a long time.
It also has a gigantic cock on the cover.
Sexy--go figure--smart, quirky, awesome language play: this book's got it when you're looking for poems. One of her blurbs points out the fact that few poets' roots go as deep as the Romantics, and fewer yet go so far back as the Elizabethans. Oh, so true. One of my favorite poets, John Donne, swirls around like olive juice in a dirty martini in Essbaum's poems. She knows what she's doing, she knows her tradition, yet she's doing something completely new and all her own. It's fucking fantastic. You need to buy this book. If you have a girlfriend, or if you're a girl, or if you have a boyfriend, or if you're a lonely boy or girl, or if you're old or young, and all you do is masturbate, you should buy this book. It's hot.
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I'll be there.
Word. Thanks Matt!
I'm going to try to make it. I have to move that day! So it depends on how the moving goes. But I'd love to hear you guys.
I know. I might be helping you move! I have to teach, but Sara was asking me last night if I might be available.
Yeah, I was just going to get in touch with you! Even a little time would be great. I'm packing up now, and borrowing Michael's truck (Ogletree). So let me know.
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