"... the tiny, vituperative sandbox of American poetry. In that ill-appointed domain you had the fortunate few sitting on little perches—castles in the sand indeed—and, otherwise, endless lunatics with pails and shovels, erupting water and sand fights, booze, blood, piss and mucous, carrying on 24/7, bitching, yelling, punching each other, crying, marrying their students, bragging, getting knocked unconscious by their younger wives, and soiling themselves. Did I leave anything out? This is simply the American literary life, sub-genus Poets. Gregory Corso, an outlander, said it beautifully I think: Poetry is great; it’s the poets who fuck it up."
Thursday, June 20, 2013
American literary life, sub-genus Poets
Labels: American Poetry