Thirty-six new poems by the writer and critic Jonah Raskin.
Pre-poem Poem:
You call yourself a poet, write poems and
perform them in public, but now you
don't want to write poems with the
first person pronoun "I," which has
turned into a straightjacket, even as
the earth has turned into an oven,
and so you now write parataxis
poems to cool down, break the
ties that bind you and seek roses
everywhere.