Sunday, January 5, 2014 Thursday, January 2, 2014
I got a letter from the government.
It said let there be night.
I went through your trash.
There was night, all right.
I consider how your light is spent.

Opening of one of my two new poems in this month’s Poetry, “Sweet Virginia”

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/246996

Tuesday, August 13, 2013 Monday, July 1, 2013
I reviewed the new edition of Postmodern American Poetry: A Norton Anthology. I did not like it. Here’s an excerpt:

After quoting from Benjamin’s “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction,” Hoover writes that “with the loss of originality as a value, nature, the art of painting, heroism, originality, and the lyric poem begin to lose their savor, replaced by a Heraclitean stream of Internet words and images.” I don’t know where to begin. You know, back when originality as a value was lost? Around the time that nature lost its savor? When heroism was replaced by internet words? (I must admit I rather like how the loss of originality as a value leads to originality’s losing its savor.)

I reviewed the new edition of Postmodern American Poetry: A Norton Anthology. I did not like it. Here’s an excerpt:

After quoting from Benjamin’s “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction,” Hoover writes that “with the loss of originality as a value, nature, the art of painting, heroism, originality, and the lyric poem begin to lose their savor, replaced by a Heraclitean stream of Internet words and images.” I don’t know where to begin. You know, back when originality as a value was lost? Around the time that nature lost its savor? When heroism was replaced by internet words? (I must admit I rather like how the loss of originality as a value leads to originality’s losing its savor.)

Monday, April 1, 2013

My first post-AvP pomes, four of them, in this month’s issue of Poetry magazine

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Friday, February 1, 2013

"a mind alive but not thinking at all"

Greil Marcus writes about my book in the February issue of The Believer, so I am geeking out:

With Davy Crockett-Mike Fink brags brought up to date (“I clear the jungle with the edge of my hand. / I make love to an ATM. I enrich uranium,” followed by the perfect capper: “I’m uninsured”) and pop songs bouncing off a nineteenth-century novel (in “Self-Titled,” I can’t tell if I like “This is Uncle Tom to Ground Control” more than “I just died in my arms tonight”), it might be more true to say Robbins’s poetry is thought, or rather a mind alive but not thinking at all, a jumble of memory and stimuli and distractions and it’s-on-the-tip-of-my-tongue, never mind, a roaring in the head of someone talking to someone else while what he’s really doing is talking to himself, but barely listening, and having the time of his life.

My book has been named an "Editors’ Choice" by the New York Times Sunday Book Review

Here is an appreciation of the snowy cravat Algernon Charles Swinburne I wrote for Poetry magazine

Wednesday, January 2, 2013
My takedown of Dylan Thomas for Poetry magazine is up at the Poetry Foundation (click photo). I am not displeased w/ it. Happy new year!

My takedown of Dylan Thomas for Poetry magazine is up at the Poetry Foundation (click photo). I am not displeased w/ it. Happy new year!

Monday, August 6, 2012
Head over to the Poetry Foundation to read about my relationship with my cat. And look around while you’re there, there are some awesome poems.

Head over to the Poetry Foundation to read about my relationship with my cat. And look around while you’re there, there are some awesome poems.

Monday, July 2, 2012