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But on the level of meaning, such as that is, is the notion that
poets too are imbricated in the capitalist system in which we all live really so
shocking? This should be obvious. Given
the perplexed reaction to this book from some quarters, however, maybe it isn’t
obvious for everybody. So, point taken; it’s a good reminder.
What defines “rich” or “comfortable,” though? Clearly, Kaplan’s judgments are arbitrary. And what about the poets who truly are “poor”
or “struggling”? — because they certainly exist too. They are not on a kill
list; only the relatively well-off are — the author thus positions himself as anti-bourgeois. So it’s not about poets per se so much as it
is about class. Kaplan seems on one level to suggest that the middle and upper
classes deserve to be offed. Obviously, this is tongue in cheek — he doesn’t
literally believe this — and so there is a degree of parody of class warfare
being iterated here, and probably a comment on “kill lists” in general, with reference to covert government operations in a time of war (something
McSweeney also notes).
So, poets are part of the system, just like everybody
is. And in the bigger picture, our conceptions of class and empire need to be continually
questioned. Got it. Here’s the thing, though. You would think that anybody on
this “list,” as affable and accepting and willing to take a joke as he or she
may be, or as willing to be fodder for a valid rhetorical point, etc. — you would
think that any person is going to resent being on a “kill list,” no matter how
conceptual or satiric it’s supposed to be.
I’m not on it of course, as I’m not on
Kaplan’s radar, which is fine with me.
But speaking as a living human being, I think anyone on anybody’s kill list, real
or fake, is probably going to think, “Fuck You.”


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