Robert Fitterman

Poetry. Robert Fitterman's new book- length poem borrows its poetic form, loosely, from James Schuyler's The Morning of the Poem, to orchestrate hundreds of found articulations of sadness and loneliness from blogs and online posts. A collective subjectivity composed through the avatar of a singular speaker emerges. But the real protagonist of NO WAIT, YEP. DEFINITELY STILL HATE MYSELF. i...

In NEVERMIND, Robert Fitterman relaxes the lyrics of Nirvana's iconic album of the same title into a slow poetry spread across 700 pages, one that halts grunge's hammering pace into a meditation on the emotional spaces of minimalist and concrete poetry, and the physical space of the book itself.