An Asian-American Poet Walks into a Bar
He says, This is a Bar.
He says, This is a Bar.
This is a room full of Whiteness. Whiteness doesn’t notice the people are all white. Whiteness does notice and just doesn’t care. Whiteness does notice and is very happy. Whiteness does notice and feels very safe. Whiteness anoints these words on itself: Indigenous. Intellectuals. * Some months ago, I met Tom Lutz, main man of LARB, at a Big City Forum …
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Although I have been interested in and written poetry for over a decade, I have not toiled long in the poetry bureaucratic apparatus. I use ‘the poetry bureaucratic apparatus’ to mean its administrative wing – organising readings, promoting prizes, reading submissions, applying for grants, editing posts, doing social media, paying poets. This bureaucratic apparatus is …