yo imma talk some trash for three minutes now about Keston Sutherland’s Hot White Andy (go give it your precious time here because all critique is an order of fascination, right) because it seems as though being Pissed Off is the primary reason for me blogging anything at the moment and well, i’m temporarily Pissed Off now that it has suddenly occurred to me that the section where KS instructs the reader to look up the poem’s references at lion.chadwyck.com is the most pompous and elitist maneuver in the history of pompous elitist maneuvers a) because you can’t access that “lion chadwyck” (?!) sheeit without a membership which you will usually only have if you are the member of a university and not all universities subscribe to this service and b) because it leaves no room for independent critique, it is basically saying that there is only one way to read this poem, that that way is through literary history, that you must yourself go and scramble to find out where these little morsels of text are, as you eat them, yum yum, and then write up a nice essay about it eviscerating the grand soliloquy of pater nostrum colostrum as you go, and be grateful about the bountiful plenitude of things to fill an academy with.  SORRY BUT SOMEONE’S GOTTA SAY PEACE OUT Y’ALL look the fuck out for my paper at the POETRY & SOURCE conference in Plymouth in May cuz headz be gone roll