We get a light dusting of remorse about offensive jokes made earlier in his career (“Bitch I’m trying to listen/Shit I’ve been complicit”), a short riff on suicide that vacillates unsettlingly between irony and empathy, and commentary about his panic attacks.

Teaming up with his longtime friend, artist and illustrator Chance Bone, Bo takes on everything from death to farts in this weird book that will make you think, laugh, and think, "Why did I just laugh? His videos have been viewed over 209 million times, and he has amassed a gigantic online following that excitedly await each new video. Judd Apatow started championing the young comedian, and Bo taped his first Comedy Central special at age 18, the youngest in history. So, if you like words and you’re looking for something new to read, get your hands on these two books.White Woman’s Instagram” lambasts the cringe-inducing aesthetics of Karens on social media: “An open window/A novel/A couple holding hands/An avocado/A poem written in the sand/Fresh fallen snow on the ground/A golden retriever in a flower crown/Is this Heaven? Put simply, Inside is the story, told through song and clever visuals, of a comic trying to make a funny show during the pandemic and slowly slipping into disassociation and depression. It’s a serious poem dressed up in the silliness of a tongue-twister reminiscent of “The Purple People Eater”.

There's a battle between his left and right brain, perverted miming, a song from God's perspective and much more -- what.

Bo Burnham is back with a new one-man show full of his patented songs and wordplay, as well as haikus, dramatic readings, blasphemy, and so much more. This explains the special’s name, which alludes to the claustrophobia of quarantine and to the film’s main subject, the inner workings of Burnham’s mind. The Sunday Times 's Stephen Armstrong compared the book to the poetry of Spike Milligan or John Lennon. To borrow the title of one of Burnham’s songs, then, this is how the world works: the male genius who sings in his underwear and the absent woman who makes it possible.

A friend of mine said that Burnham’s art seems so radical because it licenses cishet white men to talk about their emotions. I didn’t even know — or care — about Inside until many of my favorite people with very good tastes recommended it. Imagine, for a moment, how different Inside would be if in the final shot, Burnham left his guest house and walked into his home, into Scafaria’s arms.As we grapple with the question of how much space to give the voices of white men in a society where other voices have been silenced for so long, their autofiction can feel indulgent. Sometimes funny, sometimes serious, mostly absurd collection of poetry and essays from comedy superstar and creator of Netflix phenomenon Inside Bo Burnham. All Eyes on Me,” the show’s next-to-last song, is a club anthem in which Burnham exhorts his absent audience to “Get your fuckin’ hands up/Get on out of your seats.

Songs like “Welcome to the Internet” trace this development, lamenting the progression of the internet from a strange digital playground into an oppressive hall of mirrors and maddening echo chamber.Burnham’s BME amounts to lamenting this state exuberantly, faking the illness of digital anomie that he diagnoses as the consequence of too much fakery.