內容簡介
內容簡介 James Berger takes up the question with a sly, ironic wit that interrogates the idea of poetics and subjects his own assumptions and biases to a ruthless and delightfully honest self-critique. Many poets will see their own agon reflected here. "My project is to slog my mortality in the dried vein of lyric, and to claim at last my incapacity as my own." Yet this is not a poetry of exhaustion, but of self-renewing vitality: Yeats' foul rag and bone shop or Manny Faber's termite art, restless, eating away at its own boundaries. Subversive and disarming, Berger charts his development as a poet with humor and panache. It makes for one hell of a ride.
