This guys schtick is retyping newspaper articles word for word because like art is dead and so boring man. He did a reading where he read the Michael Brown autopsy as a "poem" and the sjw shitlib crowd turned on him. He has an ironic beard and wears skirts in public. Fuck this motherfucking faggot.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3014487&forum_id=2#28947089)

"e’s received more attention lately than any other living poet," Cathy Park Hong, a poet and a professor at Sarah Lawrence, told me resentfully. "Academia has canonized him."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3014487&forum_id=2#28947108)

why is everybody running the exact same shtick? jfc

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3014487&forum_id=2#28947133)

ewww

Yup, Cathy Park Hong writes ShitPureShit

In “Zoo,” the first poem in her first book, Translating Mo’um (Hanging Loose Press, 2002), Hong wrote:

Piscine skin, unblinking eyes.

Sideshow invites foreigner with the animal hide.

Alveolar tt, sibilant ss, and glottal hh

Shi: poem

Kkatchi: magpie

Ayi: child

Words with an atavistic tail. History’s thorax considerably

cracked. The Hottentot click called undeveloped.

Mother and father obsessed with hygiene:

as if to rid themselves of their old third world smell.

Delusions of Whiteness in the Avant-Garde

Written by Cathy Park Hong

http://www.lanaturnerjournal.com/print-issue-7-contents/delusions-of-whiteness-in-the-avant-garde

"To encounter the history of avant-garde poetry is to encounter a racist tradition. From its early 20th century inception to some of its current strains, American avant-garde poetry has been an overwhelmingly white enterprise, ignoring major swaths of innovators—namely poets from past African American literary movements—whose prodigious writings have vitalized the margins, challenged institutions, and introduced radical languages and forms that avant-gardists have usurped without proper acknowledgment. Even today, its most vocal practitioners cling to moldering Eurocentric practices. Even today, avant-garde’s most vocal, self-aggrandizing stars continue to be white and even today these stars like Kenneth Goldsmith spout the expired snake oil that poetry should be “against expression” and “post-identity.” James Baldwin wrote that “to be black was to confront, and to be forced to alter conditions forged in history . . . it is clearly at least equally difficult to surmount the delusion of whiteness.” The avant-garde’s “delusion of whiteness” is the specious belief that renouncing subject and voice is anti-authoritarian, when in fact such wholesale pronouncements are clueless that the disenfranchised need such bourgeois niceties like voice to alter conditions forged in history. The avant-garde’s “delusion of whiteness” is the luxurious opinion that anyone can be “post-identity” and can casually slip in and out of identities like a video game avatar, when there are those who are consistently harassed, surveilled, profiled, or deported for whom they are. But perhaps that is why historically the minority poets’ entrance into the avant-garde’s arcane little clubs has so often been occluded. We can never laugh it off, take it all in as one sick joke, and truly escape the taint of subjectivity and history. But even in their best efforts in erasure, in complete transcription, in total paratactic scrambling, there is always a subject—and beyond that, the specter of the author’s visage—and that specter is never, no matter how vigorous the erasure, raceless."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3014487&forum_id=2#28947265)

http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1468629&forum_id=2#16451913

HopeThatHelps

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3014487&forum_id=2#28947281)