![]() Nor is there any doubt that the author of The Hatred of Poetry hates the art he prefers. After reading it myself, I no longer doubt which house he believes the fairer. In an interview with Tao Lin that preceded the publication of 10:04, Lerner hinted (or forewarned) that a novel may be “a kind of virtual poem.” A few weeks ago, when he read the final prose section of The Hatred of Poetry in Brooklyn, I heard several audience members remark that his delivery of the essay was indistinguishable from spoken lyric. Still, 10:04 and Leaving the Atocha Station are acts of poetic revenge against the novel. ![]() And this can be said even if a critic wonders whether his hatred of poetry accounts for his repeated turn to prose: the cover of his new essay-book, The Hatred of Poetry, cites, after all, his two novels (and not his poetry). For a poet who professes to hate poetry, Ben Lerner has a generous view of its territory. ![]()
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