"But the overwhelming impression presented by [John] Beer's volume is one of travesty: a grinning juvenile rictus, a presiding spook-mask, prancing in a death-hop over the moral illusions and self-serving sentiments of a perfectly sidelined literary culture. It seems Beer is only capable of making a moral-political statement by eviscerating the pretensions of artists themselves—by revealing, by way of a mock Waste Land, the real void at the heart of poetry." Henry Gould • Critical Flame

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