The highest water-mark of ‘elitist crud’
Ah, National Poetry Month. My only lament is that it comes but once a year. For 43,200 mind-altering minutes, our entire country, in a rare display of intellectual and aesthetic unity, basks in the often-tragic, always-confused glory of overly dense prose cut up into lines. “Look!” they say. “Look at the sheer zoo-like variety of poets one might read this month!” And a zoo it is.
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By misfit lit major (Unregistered User)
10:52pm on April 25, 2008
hahahaha I really enjoyed reading this. It is refreshing to see a writer in such an "elite craft" write in such a self-deprecating way.
Thanks Tyler. That was wonderful.