Alien Abduction is Lewis Warsh’s first full-length collection of poems since Inseparable (2008). Warsh extends his exploration of the way fragments of thought and feeling and experience come together to form the illusion of a solid object that can also explode into a million pieces at any moment. The whole is never the sum of its parts. A kind of doomsday hopelessness both invigorates and subdues all questions of what it means to be a living and breathing human. These poems are personal, direct, and elusive at the same time. An accomplished fiction writer, it’s no wonder that Warsh’s poems are often guided by hidden narratives, stories inside stories, with no beginning, middle, or end.
sometimes your entire life can change but you wouldn't know a thing about it. like an alien abduction at high noon, someone somewhere mentioned once before you picked me up off the curb at the old american can factory in brooklyn. a canceled appointment for an anal probe, or something.
The second collection of poems I've read by Lewis Warsh and I'm officially a fan. Love how he jumbles and scrambles language, plays with repetition, blends strange images and dreamspeak with the autobiographical. Now quite as good as The Origin of the World, but damn good.