Richard Martin's recent books from Spuyten Duyvil are Chapter & Verse, Ceremony of the Unknown, Goosebumps of Antimatter, and Techniques in the Neighborhood of Sleep. He is the author of a series of four chapbooks from Igneus Press: Hard Labor, Cosmic Sandbox, Sighting Icarus and Hobo Return. Individual poems from his books have been translated into Vietnamese, Chinese and Russian. Martin is a past recipient of a NEA Fellowship for Poetry, founder of the Big Horror Poetry Series in Binghamton, New York (1983-1996), and a retired Boston Public Schools principal. He lives in Boston with his family.

Edward Dorn was tasked by his teacher Olson's obsession with his teacher Pound's Cantos to write a poem containing history, which he subverted by humor ("Entrapment is this society's sole activity--& only laughter can blow it to rags."). Gunslinger, the historical poem containing humor Dorn invented, may be the closest predecessor to boink! Dealing cards at Slinger's table, Dick Martin proposes "Television is the olive in the martini of chain reaction," a line Dorn would have traded on. By comparison, the emergent distraction of funny cowboy poems is merely another noisy fight down the bar. Martin's brand of humor, like the late master's, is determinedly social. Only the clinically mad tell jokes to themselves, and even then Artaud kept on writing for the stage. As neurotically self-absorbed as boink!'s speaker is, Dick Martin is paradoxically one of our unblinking social critics-and part of the power of his book derives from his relentless re-estimations of his fate as a plastic card-carrying member of the popular culture it has taken a century for late capitalism to manifest.from Rich Blevins' review of boink! (see Appendix A)Richard Martin's Marks does a remarkable thing: it makes metaphysical absurdities sound as conversational as a good joke. What looks like a surrealist writing his will and sounds like an irrepressible stand-up comedian is actually, fresh, green, recognizably original poetry.Guy Davenport, author of The death of PicassoI had great fun reading Richard Martin's stories. They're so relentlessly perverse, so acridly playful. They're driven by a remorselessly exact self-consciousness that refuses to accept the limits of its own powers of expression, a kind of anti-textuality that keeps pulling the rug out from under itself.Stephen-Paul Martin, author of The Ace of Lightning