Lyric poets in the era of late capitalism

pp. 135-176

in: Geoff Ward, Statutes of liberty, Basingstoke, Palgrave Macmillan, 1993

Abstract

I would rather not participate in this society anymore, hello, but I must because I do not have the money to live outside it, on my yacht. This paragraph is a verbal checkerboard. It’s your move. You jump around the board until my consciousness gradually disappears into yours. Now when I tell a joke you laugh your long gray wooden laugh, woodpeckers in its future, woodpeckers who have decided they definitely will not participate in their woodpecker society.1