|Charles Bernstein hails a cab, or perhaps cusses out a cabbie
for failing to stop in response to his hailing. This is a still from
Bernstein’s film-in-progress, Hailing a Cab, or How I Learned
to Stop Worrying and Love the Post-Avant.
The kind of crap that passes for “poetry news” when you’ve been handed about a billion dollars to promote poetry.
But—!—that’s my theme! In fact, I’ve been collecting refrigerator notes for years, looking toward a posthumous volume to be entitled The Complete Shopping Lists of Joseph Hutchison….