recipe / for disaster’s nubile suburbian clatters / where everything counts and nothing quite matters.
A disappointing mix of flat postmodern irony and meaningless intellectual banter.
Flowers dont mean nothing / Speak of trash / But don’t say flowers mean nothing / Daisies on mind
Robert Busiakiewicz’s new poem reinvents the traditional lullaby in a complicated modern family setting.
Why will you not stop? Are you in pain?
Are you scared of the wind and the rain?
The book takes in opera, Kafka, astral sex and human-skinning in a Miso of high and low culture, and of established and marginal philosophies.
We kissed on a Monday in a night club. We danced to Jay-Z. You took my hand and we walked together to the stop of my night bus.
When all the world goes quiet
When leaves from trees refuse to fall
Nothing else makes you lose yourself and find yourself at the same time,
Never Let Me Go is a dark and human novel that doesn’t fit into the science-fiction or horror genre any more than it does the teenage romance.