Great Regulars: Too bad for readers, too bad for writers

and abso-deffo too bad for poet, novelist, critical theorist, ex-professorial old-age pensioner, mischievous trickster and certifiable genius Robert Kroetsch, perhaps one of a half-dozen--oh, okay, maybe eight, tops--distinguished word-workers permanently ensconced in the penthouse of lyrical perfectitude, especially when it comes to versifyin', particularly when it comes to his freshest collection, the bloody brilliant Too Bad.

Too much. Simply way too much too good too great:

Dear Mark Twain--

from Judith Fitzgerald: The Globe and Mail: Books: 'All poets lie. Ain't that the truth?'

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