who used "I" like a scalpel. With it he cut the outer dermis of each poem, then wiped the tool clean and put it away after every incision. In My Tokyo, his poetry is every bit as decadent as the work of the beats he grew up just behind, but with almost none of the tomfooling showmanship, the scatological self-revelations.
from The Australian: The last American dandy
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