About the Poems
by Scott Glassman
Circa 2010, Rimbaud would have been tweeting at 3 am half-delirious with “elegance, science, violence!” and ruminating over why Henrika was not returning his texts—he shouldn’t have left her in Brubaker’s Pub. No surprise that he preferred wandering in the early morning screenlight of blogs and twitter-land (oh, just another “little drunken vigil”) where anonymity, innuendo, and private obsessions take their course. Here one can enjoy a brief respite from the “thousand swift ruts of the wet road.” The important question would be whether the minibar was fully stocked with Beefeater Gin or Stoli Vanilla.