WTF. The New Yorker. Last issue Rae Armantrout and this time Jennifer L. Knox. I will now cancel my subscriptions to Poetry, Jacket, Bridge, No Tell Motel, Exquisite Corpse, Shampoo and all those other boring 'literary' mags. At least the New Yorker they also talk about shit like movies and food and stuff like that not just the poetics of Billy Collins vs Kenny Goldsomething or other. What more is it that two of the greatest poets in Amerka land in The New Yorker.
Just makes ya feel all girly girl dont it.