By Dean J. Baker
Prose poems which are a paean to Musicians, Writers, Artists, & Wingnuts: to folksingers, the stricken and disturbed, open mic nights everywhere.
The poet made it out alive from fats Albert's.
A satiric, and loving, tribute to open mic nights in all places, even if in coffeehouses, on campus, or in living-rooms of the desperately demented.
The ironies and differences that make for unintentional humor and discreet or no longer so discreet satire, in addition to the tenderness evoked via an understanding of the frailties and too-human vulnerabilities of the denizens of fats Albert’s Outpatient folks Clinic.
While tending in the direction of a metaphor of the realm and leisure as simply this kind of sanatorium for the disturbed, there's facts of the mastery of the author in those expressions of the radical, and the absurd, which permits us access to our personal suggestions, emotions, and perceptions of the area at huge as one higher fats Albert’s Outpatient folks Clinic.