Especially for Syracuse people, and anyone who cares about poetry and the tired urban fabric, this is a really beautiful post by Menachem Feuer.
When one is living a meager existence, poetic and novelistic dystopias may have a passing appeal. After having lived – or rather dwelled – as an undergraduate in the Binghamton and Syracuse area, I can understand the appeal of a landscape that includes – in a contiguous manner – monuments to a prosperous past, empty factories, residential neighborhoods, beautiful parks, and strip malls. But what interested me most was not so much the buildings as the people who drifted in and out of these areas. Like them, I grew up in a rural New York setting. I was always wondering about how the hard working, everyday American would navigate through this mess. To my delight, I stumbled across a poet who lived in Syracuse and sought to address these very things: Hayden Carruth.
Reflecting on his poems today (which were originally written in 1983), I feel addressed by a simple…
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