A renowned poet interrogates his colonized self.
(review)
Tag: Thomas Larson
In a sense, post-truth and post-Trump, MAD’s cynically absurd reality has replaced our “reality-based” world. Its outsider and jaundiced view of media, institutions, and those who’ve “made it,” has become de rigueur in American culture.
(nonfiction)
Nope, Roberta Flack didn’t write that song. Find out more in Thomas Larson’s review.
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