The Pigs Drink From Infinity

	Fiction Non-Fiction Poetry Film Art MEB Authors Events Distribution Booksense Contacts<>	The Pigs Drink From Infinity by Mark Spitzer ISBN 1-933132-25-6 $12.00 US \| $15.95 CAN Find the book on Amazon> ...Spitzer writes from an overflow of power. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. At its best, the writing of Mark Spitzer is like a healthy penis: usually had, occasionally soft, it offends some while giving pleasure to others, and despite its penetrating destructiveness it is always life-affirming, life-generating--and it always seeks the truth. John Berbrich, Barbaric Yawp Mark Spitzer is the pseudonym of a writerly fury unleashed on earth by the Great God Perspiration. Andrei Codrescu, author of Wakefield Death is something that happens to someone else, quipped Duchamp. But, conditioned as we are by television news, it's more likely that for us, life is something that happens to someone else. That is, until Spitzer arrives with his new book of poems to reveal to us our own true mythologies, the mythologies we miss: The return of a problematic friend, the sex life of a tattooed woman, pulling into a gas station for a burger, in other words, what we omit, what falls through the cracks: Our neglected stories, the places where life really lives. Julian Semilian, author of Osiris With a Trombone Across The Seam of Insubstance “No more poetry!” cops order wild poet revellers in a Paris cafe at the begining of The Pigs Drink From Infinity. mark Spitzer courageously responds with poem after poem of “perpetual insouciance.” Three highpoints for me were “Message Concerning the State of Poetry,” a hilarious fantasy in which poetry is forced into a straitjacket of bully poetics; “a mon amie de la Quiche fantastique,” a rhapsodic erotic ode to his girlfriend’s “quiche,” and “Junkyard” a major poem capturing junkyards from Colorado to Washington. Behind the swashbuckling desperado aura of Spitzer’s bemused muse, is an incisive awareness of and pity for the human world gone insane. Antler, author of Factory & Other Poems

...Spitzer writes from an overflow of power. I've said it before, and I'll say
it again. At its best, the writing of Mark Spitzer is like a healthy penis:
usually had, occasionally soft, it offends some while giving pleasure to
others, and despite its penetrating destructiveness it is always life-affirming,
life-generating--and it always seeks the truth. John Berbrich, Barbaric Yawp

Mark Spitzer is the pseudonym of a writerly fury unleashed on earth
by the Great God Perspiration.       Andrei Codrescu, author of Wakefield

Death is something that happens to someone else, quipped Duchamp.
But, conditioned as we are by television news, it's more likely that for us,
life is something that happens to someone else. That is, until Spitzer arrives
with his new book of poems to reveal to us our own true mythologies, the
mythologies we miss: The return of a problematic friend, the sex life of a
tattooed woman, pulling into a gas station for a burger, in other words,
what we omit, what falls through the cracks: Our neglected stories, the
places where life really lives.       Julian Semilian, author of Osiris With a Trombone
Across The Seam of Insubstance

“No more poetry!” cops order wild poet revellers in a Paris cafe at the begining
of The Pigs Drink From Infinity. mark Spitzer courageously responds with poem
after poem of “perpetual insouciance.” Three highpoints for me were “Message
Concerning the State of Poetry,” a hilarious fantasy in which poetry is forced
into a straitjacket of bully poetics; “a mon amie de la Quiche fantastique,” a
rhapsodic erotic ode to his girlfriend’s “quiche,” and “Junkyard” a major poem
capturing junkyards from Colorado to Washington. Behind the swashbuckling
desperado aura of Spitzer’s bemused muse, is an incisive awareness of and
pity for the human world gone insane.     Antler, author of Factory & Other Poems