ReviewsBy Dabney Stuart "Not till the fire is dying in the grate / Look we for any kinship with the stars." —Meredith The post-World War I shattered visions of Pound and Eliot are perhaps fundamentally less different from the incoherencies of Kerouac and Corso . . . Subscribers Only Subscribe now to access the full article and gain access to other exclusive features. Already a subscriber? Sign in here
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