One last little blast before I head to the airport. I'm accused of binary thinking; also it's implied I've been ungenerous (along with J. Houlihan) to a neophyte poet. (I think "revolving door / of its throat", by the way, a nice line too, only it's spoiled somewhat by the preceding "breath" of "nipple").

It seems to me that as the ruffled progressive wing circles the wagons, there has been no recognition, in a generous or non-binary way, of the positive qualities of the Houlihan critique. "We" know better, apparently. Well, I don't think so, guys. (See, again, the notes recently sent in commentary at Limetree.) There is a continuous process of bankrupting of general literary values, on behalf of parochial, self-serving corner-shaving.