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Poetry Criticism With Bill Knott

He doesn't avoid his feelings, which I respect.

I always wished there were people like him in my crit groups--people who just fucking said what they thought regardless of feelings. That's much easier to deal with, I think, than people who read and try to quietly kiss your ass with gentle words when they really hate your work. That's what criticism is for, pointing out the weaknesses. I admit I'm too nice most of the time, though somewhat less so these days, since I'm no longer teacher material--at least in a university. I think everybody is too nice.



Anyway--on to the criticism.

fughThe Shampoo (From The Nightingales) by David Wojahn

How long it must have been, the girl’s hair,
cascading down her shoulders almost to her waist,
light brown and heavy as brocade: the story I’m

remembering of N’s, remembering as my own
hair’s washed and cut, the salt-and-pepper
cuneiform to frill my barber’s smock.

Arts and Science is expanding. The wall
to the empty shop next door pulled down
an…

The Intarwebz Iz Gud 2day: Lynette Roberts and James Dickey

Five New Poems at the Dead Mule

I would have said on the Mule, but I didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. These are part of the last couple year's work. Poems.

Still radio silence until we get moved into the new house, where I will have an entire room full of books. My library, finally.