A review by Rebecca Moll, Tender Buttons Two: Disco Wreck Lord by Keith Blenman
I know nothing of Dadaist or Cubism and very little of Getrude Stein. (take a moment to let that sink in, take root, fall into solution, sticky, icky solute). Yet, after meeting this clever writer/teacher/interesting persona, Keith Blenman, and having the great fortune of his gift of Tender Buttons Two: Disco Wrecklord, (thanks man, it mean a lot) and after making my way to the end of this gift (over the river and thru the woods) I can say I still know little of Dadaist, Cubism, or the famous Ms Stein. (psst: that vasn't da point, Victor).
HOWEVER!!!! My sluggish brain is hook, hooked, hooking up, the echo of my laughter, giggles, bubbles, and squeeky squeeks, the wrinkles of his clean slate, jiz, jizzle, chip, chip infuses, seeks receptors, invades long forgotten, smooth cerebral matter... (OMG, I probably lost you here I am no Keith Blenman)...
This book is at once, hilarious and oh, so clever.
I will forever carry a red pen. On second thought, I will burn all my red pens.... (Let's come back to that later, old habits die hard).
I will never look at books, paragraphs, words, letters, punctuation the same. Oh crap, I mean punctuation, letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, books...
It's all in the order, the proper order, right, Chief Inspector?
A must read for those who enjoy interesting humor and don't mind coloring outside the lines.
Forget the chicken and the egg, who the $@ really cares which comes first? (Unless, of course, the chicken is crossing the road). Head straight for the RED DOOR, DOOR RED, RED, DOOR, oh crap, just get the $#@& book, your favorite drink, drinking, drinkie, drunk, drank and be prepared to be amazed.
5 Stars to you, Keith Blenman
HOWEVER!!!! My sluggish brain is hook, hooked, hooking up, the echo of my laughter, giggles, bubbles, and squeeky squeeks, the wrinkles of his clean slate, jiz, jizzle, chip, chip infuses, seeks receptors, invades long forgotten, smooth cerebral matter... (OMG, I probably lost you here I am no Keith Blenman)...
This book is at once, hilarious and oh, so clever.
I will forever carry a red pen. On second thought, I will burn all my red pens.... (Let's come back to that later, old habits die hard).
I will never look at books, paragraphs, words, letters, punctuation the same. Oh crap, I mean punctuation, letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, books...
It's all in the order, the proper order, right, Chief Inspector?
A must read for those who enjoy interesting humor and don't mind coloring outside the lines.
Forget the chicken and the egg, who the $@ really cares which comes first? (Unless, of course, the chicken is crossing the road). Head straight for the RED DOOR, DOOR RED, RED, DOOR, oh crap, just get the $#@& book, your favorite drink, drinking, drinkie, drunk, drank and be prepared to be amazed.
5 Stars to you, Keith Blenman
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