Anne Leighton is not only the best rock publicist in the world but she now
adds poetess extraordinaire to the resume. In her new book of poems,
Leighton prances amongst the participles, assaults the adjectives and simply
astounds us with her nouns in a collection of works that run from
self-observations to rock and roll stars.
She is part Jack Kerouac, part Allen Ginsburg, but mostly herself. She likes
to play with words and twist and tangle them like pretzels you can read.
Here is a brief excerpt from a piece called "Zlozower" (written about the
famous rock photographer).
The entire book is filled with this wonderful kind of wordplay. Leighton has
been there and lived it, and when she writes about Elvis Costello and Jani
Lane, it is because she has been there and is looking from the inside.
Goes where fungus grows
In his leather-studded clothes.
the man of the hour-
A delightful and engaging book that will move you and groove you. Leighton
is an original, and she proves that more than ever on these pages.