Occupation: Poet Birth: December 15, 1937 Death: October 14, 2014
It's just this epidemic unimportance, this pervasive feeling that just about everything is "no big deal," that drives these ordinary people to those ….
Most of the people are no thicker than Formica, yet they hunger obscurely for some continuity with the place and with each other..
Bill Knott's poems are . . . rhetorical fluff . . . and fake..