Saturday, January 07, 2006
Doesn't New York Times reviewer David Orr hit the nail on the head with this one? His parody of the great, empty parodier himself is too funny, but you need to see the way it's laid out on the page to get the full effect. How it mimics his often bland tercets...turning himself on himself. Ah, Billy. Darn. I suppose it doesn't matter how much anyone parodies the guy. Folks line up to hear the man make light of other poets, to swagger his anti-intellectualism, and willful lack of development. He's made a career out of being the affable slight of hand poet who over and over again waves his hand across the page to reveal, not even the exhausted birds that David Orr sees, but rather, nothing. I suppose that's quite a trick in its own way.
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