I, like many other poets out there, make my living by teaching freshman composition, and I must say that Kent Johnson’s appeal for anonymity in reviewing is just a variation of a condition I try to school out of my students: the fear of the audience and its response to a writer’s opinions. After all, most […]
And of course, it’s always important to say that gender, like genre, is a racialized structure.
Remembering you, I’m remembering us—or your imagined, hoped-for version of us. I’m remembering the Tramp who could not help but find himself in the shabbiness of run-down Olvera Street. Shambling, or as the occasion demanded, running in his trademark herky-jerky way from the law. Who struggled against hard-heartedness & casual cruelty, holding fast onto the […]