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The avant garde still lives! Long live the avant garde!

Nice review by John Latta here

John Latta's review of Kent Johnson

I don't know why but somehow every time I read Kent Johnson's projects (or books) (or about him) I have a bit of hope. There really is an avant garde. I hate the term Post-Avant. There is no post. I don't even think there is a post-modernism.

There is much work and play still to be done. I especially love the story of when he visited the soviet union with the big guns of American avant garde poetry in 1989. Read the Latta review if you don't know already. He is the best of the tricksters.

And kent Johnson, like Duchamp before him, shows us that context is everything.

We gotta get rough. Nothing is too precious.


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Another Ireland: Part Two
Maurice Scully, The Basic Colours. Durham, UK: Pig Press, 1994.
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