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The specific spark for his flame is a recent-ish essay in Harper’s that pronounced Time of Death for American poetry. I rather agree with Joel Breuklander’s argument, but it’s rather funny that he doesn’t at any point in the piece acknowledge that he himself is a “white guy,” picking a fight with other white guys, about what a white-guy fight all of this is.
My amusement only deepened when I clicked over to Breuklander’s Twitter feed… and found him fighting with white guys about his piece. … Read More
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