Today’s posting on Bill Knott’s blog is a thought-provoking meditation on the turn American poetry has taken toward “spirituality.” Does it serve the right-wing agenda? Does it serve career-minded poets? Does it serve poetry at all?
As Knott puts it, in his inimitable way: “Rilkemilky pietistic pap. [The alternative, post-avant elliptical ironity, is no better. Take your pick: smarm or smart-ass]”
Are the choices really so stark?