Robbins ain't Coleridge. He ain't Sexton. He ain't even Bukowski. Robbins is that 4AM Dexatrim-fueled rampage of youthful ideas. He is the unnerving moment we all have when Dianetics begins to make just a little bit of sense.
He is the poet who will completely reconfigure what you want out of poetry and maybe even what you need out of life.