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A new collection from an audacious, humorous poet celebrated for his sky-blue originality of utterance (Dwight Garner, The New York Times) Michael Robbins’s first two books of poetry were raucous protests lodged from the frontage roads and big-box stores of off-ramp America. With Walkman, he turns a corner. These new poems confront self-pity and nostalgia in witty-miserable defiance of our political and ecological moment. It’s the end of the world, and Robbins has listened to all the tapes in his backpack. So he’s making music from whatever junk he finds lying around.