Yes, I actually read this whole thing. True to form, it is very much James talking about himself. Even if he's talking about other, better actors, he's talking about himself. Though he suffers in the comparison. Many of these "poems" pretend to be interview segments explaining his most pretentious movie work, made poetic only by the amount of white space. Some of it is gossip about Heath Ledger, and particularly Lindsay Lohan, who btw could have written a much more interesting volume. Unbelievably, his mini series of poems named after Smiths songs are the best of the lot. They're the one time it's not all about him. There are a series of sonnets to movies covering anything you'd expect a hipster to crow about while trying to get laid at NYU (where he went to school, unsurprisingly). There are bits of camp fun where James interrupts some monologue about Lohan or something, remembers he's writing a poem, and adds some unrelated BS like, "The woman stands in her kitchen/kneading, baking." I've been to open mic nights, this is not the worst poetry I've heard, or seen issued by a small press. But even if this had been submitted anonymously, we'd all figure out who wrote it.