Poetry Daily Prose Feature: August Kleinzahler on Garrison Keillor: "No Antonin Artaud with the Flapjacks, Please"

Kleinzahler's bizarre fantasy of forcing Garrison Keillor listen to Albert Ayler reveals more about the reviewer than the one reviewed:

Albert Ayler could only be a tonic for Keillor — a tonic we will force-feed him as they force-feed a goose in Perigord for foie gras — because Ayler's art is opposite to Keillor's shtick.

It's a cultural fantasy--force-feeding the middle-brow NPR with avant-garde art--that ends up reinforcing the worst stereotype of the embittered, would-be experimental poet.