Landfill Journal

Everyone knows poets are clowns. This is usually estimated by the pejorative. The wasted hours towards some inscrutable goal. The wasted money towards inane degrees. The silly way they speak and perform their esoteric and ineffectual little acts. However, Henry Goldkamp, a self-professed practitioner of "clown poetics" utilizes this derision as a poetic subject in his Not My Circus. The speaker laughs and ululates through a funhouse of American...