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Riot in the Charm Factory

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Todd Colby's work is tasty, rollicking, riotous word fun. His poetry and prose will titilate, inspire and completely infect your brain. I have been carrying this book everywhere - and I recommend everyone else do so as well.

If you think poetry is boring, prove yourself wrong by buying this book. Todd Colby's poems literally jump off the page, take up residence in your cerebral cortex, and start celebrating. This book is one of those rare works that makes you laugh out loud one moment and stop short in sober consideration the next. Poetry's not dead. It's just been hanging out with this guy Colby for a while, and now, with RIOT IN THE CHARM FACTORY, it seems they've both come out to play. Luckily, the reader is invited to participate in their hysterical and compelling literary fracas.

Todd Colby does more than rock, he writes. This book is more fun than most things I find myself reading in bed. "The Boy And The Girl" made me feel as happy as I used to reading Acker, while "Ken And Kathy" is like Gertrude Stein coming back to toss toddlers like footballs yelling strike all over yum yum yuppies. Shades of a more visceral Rimbaud run focused throughout, but mostly Mr. Colby makes everything his own particular joy he wants to give. Other highlights include his takes on the work place ("Gotham Selectric Miniatures," "Captain's Log). After reading this book I not only want to be his neighbor but son in my next life.

poetry is not dead! this poetry breathes fire over all the academic stale toast that passes as verse these days. colby has a disobedient mind that will slap you silly and make you remember who's the boss.

Todd Colby is writing some of the best poetry and prose anywhere. Imagine William S. Burroughs' decadence and experimentation mixed with Gertrude Stein's mighty ear and you have an approximation of what Mr. Colby is up to in Riot in the Charm Factory. This is darn good stuff.

two hours with it, the very first ones, condensed for me a screen around my head which became a lantern of mild temper.. different pieces of abnormal rules made my spirit high in form and flavor and hot and off the record of any loud speaker.. I recognized the best of my bad acts through the hold of this poets tax on my chemical tartar... and my routine was instantly renewed with romance... all in two hours... I've been reading his work for years.. Riots flavored the Hades in my mind... and the Charm no doubt will continue...