Holy Tango of Literature

The always excellent the nonist points the way to Frances Heaney's Holy Tango of Literature [freely available here], which, according to the author, aims to answer the question "what would happen if poets and playwrights wrote works whose titles were anagrams of their names."  Here's a sample:

BANGLES LINGER
ALLEN GINSBERG

I.
I saw the worst bands of my generation outselling Madness, boring ridiculous catchy,
dragging themselves through the three-chord charts each night looking for a leggy hit,
muttonheaded singers walking like the ancient Egyptians unconcerned about finding intellect in the gray matter of fans,
who radios and Walkmans and ringing-eared and high stayed up dancing in the supernatural darkness of hand-stamping clubs surfing across the heads of mosh pits contemplating grunge,
who blared their songs by Heaven 17 and saw MTV veejays staggering on camera while intoxicated,
who were expelled from the record stores for rowdy & shoplifting obscure tapes down the pockets of their pants,
who skanked all night to the English Beat as Bangles singles sold like husbands to Zsa Zsa and punks absorbed their Fugazi, listening to the crash of drums on the hideous jukebox,
who scored autographs from rockstars rockstars rockstars breathing in their blow toward talkative charm in narcissist night,
who climbed up America’s Top Forty this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghastly haze of second-rate state fair tours & shopping malls, not even one bowl of green M&M’s,
with the one hit that made them a wonder for life belching out of their cheap rented amps to hear a thousand times.