Friday, June 20, 2014
Now Let Us Praise Genius Guy A Month In His Rearview Mirror, Part 1
Dear Diary, can it really be a month since Adam Robinson left us? Since the skies of Baltimore turned gray and creased like a hobo's hat, choked full with squawling ravens? Is there a connection between his desertion and the bull running loose last week on Preston St.? I am neither a Zoologist or a traffic cop, so I cannot say for sure.
Is Atlanta holding him tight against its sweatervest, putting Publishing Genius titles in the front window of all its bookstores, having him sing the National Anthem at Braves games? Does he ever think of us (other than when he is in his room hearing police sirens)?
A month ago we threw a going away party for Adam at Normal's and he did a great extemporaneous history of Publishing Genius and writers that he's published read in the chronological order of when they were published by him. I asked the readers to write an homage piece and I gathered them into tacky pamphlets. Now here they are in glimmering Web Space.
Man, Are You Serious?
I'm not going to take this sitting down
I'm not going to walk this around the block to a car waiting out back
Fox, box, mouse, house, not, not, not, etc.
Everyone closes their eyes and then everyone is invisible
Our hearing gets better
We lost track of days and nights
So many unexpected things are all the rage
Keep it going
Something about God in his infinite wisdom
just his wisdom
created the fly, sure
and then forgot to tell us why
Would you ever laugh at someone with an
What if they were in a physical comedy troupe?
What if they didn't know they were in
a physical comedy troupe?
That's when we started laughing.
Adam Robinson, there are no parallels.
Things are still like other things --
everything just like a mowed left field.
-- Lauren Bender