“In an attempt to write a blurb that doesn’t suck (doesn’t sound like a blurb) for Bob’s new book I have to make sure I don’t say things like ‘this soulful book is by turns hilarious and heart-rending’, though it is, especially the soulful part, though I’m not entirely sure what ‘rending’ means. Then I wonder if I have to leave out that Bob, I mean Robert Hershon, the distinguished author of End of The Business Day, writes about aging in this totally disarming way, because Americans seem so afraid of age & its accumulation of odd detail & language as a general rule. But by ‘disarming’ I mean the measure and humor of this poetry puts you right up into living experience as a moving foreground, full of glimpses and asides and extended gambits performed for the sake of love and love’s civic attentiveness to the world’s ordinary absurdities and points of beauty. And if that sounds too much like a blurb let me just tell you this is a badass book of poems & you will suffer if you don’t find your way into its pages.”
—Anselm Berrigan