Writers keep blogging about the end of writing [and brilliantly, Abigail Deutsch. It’s a most wonderful article, and would we were there to honor it. Indeed, this one could be well over 100 comments in a few days, and really be worth saving as a resource too. So we apologize for the satire, but what can we do?].
There’s just one problem: no one gets into details. We want to know exactly when and why poetry croaked. Did it happen in bed or on the beat? Did poetry die in peace, or in the ambitious twilight schemes of on-line editors in the back rooms at the American Academy of Poetry or the Poetry Foundation? Did Travis Nichols get short-listed for a prize like Robin Beth Schaer, or did they all get together for a ‘Compleat Retro Refit’ in Stockbridge or Lake Forest?
And so, in the style of the solemn journalism covering this crisis, we offer a few speculative reports for a nonexistent newspaper (call it The Daily Travesty).
They Know Why the Caged Bird Sings: Chicago Gang Takes Over, Ghetto Population Soars.
BOSTON– [on schedule]
PORTLAND– [evening edition]
CHIANG MAI– [Sunday magazine section]
[STAY TUNED. The samizdat articles are coming in hot off the underground press — and if you don’t receive your copy it means you’re part of the problem! ]