Melding dreams, autobiography, invective, rant and the grotesque, IVRIS captures the psychotic mind in deterioration and renewal, expressing the disturbing insights of a mind in chaos.

When legendary poet π.ο. says this about a book what more needs to be said: 

““The” may be the tyranny of sentences, but “The poet” of “This” book, with “The” poems of inner conflict, must be welcomed afresh, distorting, and mutating, stretching, and screaming themselves into existence – like a meme “I am becoming a germ”. Nothing is sacred here; “I don’t know what love is but it’s choking my oesophagus”, all is up for grabs, in every direction, in a masterful sense of awareness over the material of hospital encounters, and social contexts, where the body is not “The” site of suffering, but “a”. -------  π.ο     

Misha the Maniac is a nom de guerre and alter-ego. It was born out of the author’s psychosis and is a means of vocalising the extreme mental states, thoughts and ideas central to that experience.

Watch Misha the Maniac perform his poem, Septic Tank Universe.