On David Blair
Issue #92
Winter 2003-04
David Blair’s poems come out of what Greil Marcus once called "the old weird America" (still very much with us, underneath the fog of coiffed media blondes and politics-as-spam). His citizens are at play in a long-running tragicomedy. I like...
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