On Smallness
By Naomi Riddle — 3 August, 2018
‘I thought Well I’ll be a poet. What could be more foolish and obscure.’ Eileen Myles, An American Poem (1991) To say you’re a writer today is like admitting you were a painter ten years ago—before it had found its post-conceptual groove and the banners had been held up declaring it to be dead….