A while back, I remember a Michael Mackmin editorial in the Rialto where he wondered where the political poets and poems of the day were. Around the time of the Iraq war, a number of poets contributed poems to quickly assembled collections, but, though poetry may have won the argument, it lost the decision.
It seems that we are at another moment, domestically and internationally, where writer’s who ignore what’s going on in the world can almost be accused of a dereliction of duty. Yet political writing is never easy, and often mistaken. At the same time, I’ve always thought that the majority of my writing is political, if only because I do write about the contemporary world. Continue reading