Argonne Hotel Press, 1999
"In resisting the grand gesture, the significant detail, and
'passionate syntax,' Richard Peabody reminds us that the pleasures of
do not necessarily depend upon intellectual rigor, literary device, and
linguistic muscle. The love-child of Marcel Duchamp and Frank O'Hara
(but raised by Little Richard), he insists again and again upon the
post-modern pleasures of cultural mayhem and pop-trash worship tempered
with traditional Yankee humor and invention. Who among us, then, could
resist this sharp and sexy book?"
--Michael Waters, author of
Green Ash, Red Maple, Black Gum
We are gazing at Polaroids
of a nude in a black felt hat
curling over one ear.
So much for hormones.
My strongest desire
is to try out
To wear something
that might make me
Waiting for the Popeye Effect
No amount of spinach
does the trick
cartoons lie to me
on a daily basis