The very day I finish the Thirty Poems by Robert Walser is the same day, an hour later actually, than when I completed the screening of Quentin Tarentino's DJANGO. Not that the book has anything to do with my viewing of the film, but in a way the forty or so fifty-gallon drums of fake blood used to kill almost everybody in the film's three hour length left me with an exhausted view of Tarentino's world as well as an emerging comfort for the relaxed spooning I did with Walser's verse.

Middleton admittedly took liberties with the rhymes and I am glad for that. He made the poems better, more palatable. I enjoyed reading these poesies on the heels of just finishing THE TANNERS yesterday. Hat is off to Middleton for doing a very good job. ( )