I. Hate. Microsoft Word. I have published several of my books at lulu.com and each time the process has made me tear my hair out strand by strand. Santa Claus, bring this bitch a Mac for xmas!!! Just to illustrate how strongly I believe in Christopher Robin's poetry, I spent two days cleaning up the manuscript he e-mailed me and braving the wilds of Microsoft Word to put Freaky Mumbler's Manifesto together in the best possible way. I own the original edition of Freaky Mumbler's Manifesto which Christopher compares to a coloring book due to the size. The freakishly large size does not detract from the pleasure I experienced reading Christopher's poems. Christopher Robin is a true survivor. His poems were not written in an ivory tower but on the road, in a Section 8 apartment, at the carnival, in the depths of hell. You will not find a poetry book of this caliber at Borders or Barnes & Noble. If we lived in a more progressive society, a society that did not reward mindless mediocrity and overt sexuality with nothing behind it (hello, Britney/Christina/Fergie/Beyonce/et al!!!), Christopher Robin would be a billionaire. Bill Gates should not be a billionaire, by the way, because MICROSOFT WORD SUCKS!!! Buy Freaky Mumbler's Manifesto and become acquainted with a man who is famous but not rich, a man who knows how to heckle the hecklers right back, a man who embodies my favorite word, eBuLLieNCe. Christopher Robin is an ebullient son of a gun and I'm very glad to know him.
Professional Reviews
Freaky Mumbler's Manifesto
Poems that belch, rant, scream at the skies and spit on Oprah. Poems you can't take home to mama-Misti Rainwater Lites
Angelflies in my Idiot Soup
The poems here are also a reflection of the larger purpose of Zen Baby, which is not so much to glorify the small, indie press or its participants, but to serve as a way to connect misfits and outsiders to one another, to find the potential in continuing to fly one’s freak flag so to speak, without having to sell out or give in to Dr. Phil and his all to ready acolytes.
Make no mistake, there is a LOT of death, violence and madness to be found in the pages of Angelflies (Coward, Love’s Dead Road, and Who We Kill being good examples) but these serve to create a fertile base for rebuilding redemption within one’s own life, and in doing so, Christopher Robin, with much savvy, displays one of the real purposes of literature outside the commodities market. Paul Corman Roberts
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
