That’s the truth, Ruth.


“Poetry has become an overscheduled toddler run ragged by ambitious, bickering parents, its very existence a compromised simulacrum of their disharmonious projections and expectations. If you can, by some miracle of focus, keep current on theory and the attendant debates, and then try to incorporate the most imminent sound and fury into your poems, you’ll be damned lucky if you can find actual poetry in there, screaming from its stroller, “Mom! I said I want the raisin bagel!”–Sharon Mesmer in Boog City, her review of the immodestly titled The Consequence of Innovation: 21st Century Poetics, ed. Craig Dworkin (Roof Books, 2008)