Bad poems never die, never really go away: The vigor of their badness preserves them. Up they float into bad-poem limbo, ...

In his latest book, Peter Kirkpatrick retrieves from Australian cultural history the compelling figure of the “ wild reciter ”, as a reviewer in the 1920s termed amateur elocutionists.

This man told me that things work together. Bad handwriting sometimes leads to new ideas; Poems with lies in them, but they help a little. Robert Bly is the author of many books, including Iron ...