Ludcirously bad poetry, crammed into fake stanzas like a drag queens foot into a stilleto, featuring the sort of post confessinal emotional bleating that is just silly, and a taste for random puncation, carol muske duke is national book award material.

(carolyn hasker once applied for a job teaching english at columbia, and when asked for her salary expectations, she gave an anwer close to the top of the pay scale, the interviewer told her that s he would have had to won a nba for that kind of dough, she replied i have)