Today I sat down beside my sick cat and read `Other'. It reminds
me that the avantgarde is as mediocre as the mainstream. Only a
few gleams of light.
But I am now 80 pages into Keith Tuma's book and it is a feast.
Everybody should get hold of a copy. But I am a bit puzzled about
his complete confidence in the superiority of American poetry
when I recall that a couple of months ago I read James Tate's
edition of The Best American POems of 1997 and could hardly
find a poem worth spending a moment on. But then I have since
read James Tates' SElected POems and find that he can hardly write
a poem himself, so it was no wonder.
But all strength to Keith Tuma. Although I wonder if he can understand
and distangle the regional differences to be found in British poetry
as you move away from the fat Southeast.
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