You Bet Your Fine-tuned Sub-Cartesian MFA You Don't Have to Know Anything!

All this innocence in America! No blood on anyone’s hands! How perfect: a state that refines acculturated hostility, injecting memory loss in every happy moment! And its young poets, fresh out of Yale, arguing for indeterminacy–nowadays “politics” is having irony all the time, no real marching required. No blood! No marching! God, no earnestness, please! Oh America! Your swimming grows weaker and weaker, and the whale, just as Melville predicted…

And thank you Carol Muske-Dukes for your Huffpost essay defending both the poet Adrienne Rich and the art of reviewing against “hipster” know-nothing-ism. How easy it is to know nothing, never been easier! There’s so much freedom going around! Who needs to know Trotsky from Triffids? You bet your fine-tuned sub-Cartesian MFA you don’t! Hey, since everything is an intersection, let’s just stop at Starbucks shall we?

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto