My fear is
the aging boomers may represent the greatest threat to art in America
since McCarthyism.
Their near immortality hold us forever in a soured aesthetic
like milk cartons expired by two day
take artists (especially poets) over forty on a case by case basis
get you nose in there, smell the air they sit in.
And be warned
sometimes they side step the ottoman opposed to trip
but that shit is still in
black
and white.
