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The Corruption of the Poetry Foundation

"Kenny Goldsmith was correct in saying that poetry is fifty years behind visual art. Both he and the poetry foundation are, in a certain respect, the vanguard of poetry as it enters a phase wherein its absolute nullity is realized and becomes immediately displaced into these forceful gestures of grandeur which are not too different within the symbolic order from a middle-aged crisis sports car purchase. Visual art assumed the cool smile of complicity decades ago. It’s about time that poetry caught up." (Brooks Johnson)


So what are we, who care, to do?


How do we rise up?


What is poetry and how does it relate to revolution? Of the mind? Of the "spirit?" Of the socio-economic sphere? 


Check out this terrific interview with Brooks Johnson (by Linh Dinh):


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Another Ireland: Part Two
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