“No, his is a third way, a poetry that is neither sealed off from human ears nor bent solely on pleasing them. In a word, his poems are drunk on both word and allusion and are therefore doubly tipsy. There are plenty of poets who are word-drunk and plenty of others who slap down allusions faster than a blackjack dealer. But I can’t think of anyone today who is dealing in both currencies as fluidly as Fitzgerald.”
Reviewer: David Kirby
Book: The Late Parade (Liveright/Norton) by Adam Fitzgerald
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