From the Publisher
This gloriously bellowed lyrical and linguistic chaos, this 'mess of crossed wires and mixed seagulls,' will make your status quo ache, your perceptions implode,
your horizons widen and shatter. -Patricia Smith, "Blood Dazzler”
Robbie Q, our dazzling shooting star sparking the gritty Chicago heavens, crackling with the surprising and contradictory rhythms of life on the run and in the heat. Keep on, Brother Q, dance the dialectic, your wild inspired unruly convergence and conspiracy. -Bill Ayers, activist/educator/author
In Spiking the Sucker Punch, Robbie Q. Telfer rocks out a bestiary of antic poetics all his own. In his open and generous hands, speech acts zoom in and out of our collective desire to live and love. You will feel alive again reading it. -Daniel Nester, "How to Be Inappropriate”
Read an Excerpt
The Foam seeped up through the floorboards.
Soon the building would be consumed.
Soon there'd be no need for soons.
The Foam does not own a wristwatch.
Science created the Foam to kill Germans.
The Foam cares nothing for Science!
It will kill Germans eventually but only because the Foam is relentless.
If the Foam were the subject of a movie about the Foam,
then the poster of that movie would say "The Foam”
in big bleedy letters with "The” written tiny and
"Foam” written in all capitals ("F” actually being the smallest letter and "M” the largest), and there'd be a picture of the Foam behind "The Foam” and it would be absorbing a motorcycle while an attractive woman screams and a man in a leather jacket attempts to stab the Foam with a switchblade - but the Foam is not a movie! The Foam is real, so please be serious.
Police, marines, urban street gangs all try to stop the Foam.
The uselessly fire bullets into the Foam but it is useless, as was mentioned earlier,
the Foam consumes all into its sudsy maw.
A child playing picks up the Foam,
puts it on his face,
and pretends to be Santa.
The Foam spares him and he will grow up to be President of Everything in the post-Foam age.
The Foam is only human.
Man prevails over the Foam thirty years after its conception and we will all succeed pretending to be Santa.