Against Intramural Poetics, Poetry as Potpourri and Brooklyn Provincial: Josef Kaplan’s Kill List

2453341_origKill List
by Josef Kaplan
Cars Are Real, October 2013
58 pages / Available as PDF / Print Editions $15








It’s been a big year for lists in poetry. I don’t feel at all threatened or the least bit offended by Josef Kaplan’s most recent Kill List. In fact, it’s hard for me to believe anyone out there really would be. Flavorwire and Seth Abramson offended me much more. But of course, I am an oh-so jaded rich poet myself, and it’s the grandmas and granddads of U.S. Conceptual Poetry who have jaded me already. I have one urgent critique of Kaplan’s poem: and it’s that the work comes off as didactic, transparently so. And to argue for this transparency as a virtue in itself undermines the integrity of conceptualism as a vanguard movement worth rooting for in contemporary poetry. Maybe I care too much. But why not make the poem a hundred pages longer? Slam Poetry is similarly didactic…something like Elliot Darrow’s “God Is Gay” which was written up in Time magazine earlier this month. Both Darrow and Kaplan espouse a kind of viral poetics to provoke discussions about classism, racism/sexism etcetera. Darrow is a high-school thespian in North Carolina; Kaplan is part of a comfortable community of poets living in Brooklyn, N.Y. With Kaplan, it’s a witty uncreative self-awareness sharpened to a lethal edge. It’s a necessary prank, a deliberate faux pas; a pot shot at our naked emperor and his provincial court of intramural poesies. But it’s not enough.

The exciting thing Kill List accomplishes is its unique perpetuation across various comment streams and blogs online. In its first week, there have been some hilarious moments of response…one person arguing that so & so isn’t a rich poet because they only recently received tenure and the National Book Award, for instance. Some people are upset. Yes, the romantic idyll of the starving poet in a garret is entirely defunct. The trouble is that if someone is a poet and you know about them outside of your own inter-personal sphere, they’re mostly likely rich, because so much poetry is and always has been (not without the occasional, glorious exception…) for the most part conceived by and for an owning majority class. So much poetry is just like potpourri.

Here’s an attempt at close reading my favorite section of Kaplan’s poem. This stanza appears towards the end on page fifty-eight:

“Ron Silliman is comfortable.
Justin Sirois is comfortable.
Matthew Smith is comfortable.
Patti Smith is a rich poet.”

Patti Smith is a rich poet, no doubt…and an example of the constantly warping conception of what constitutes poetic labor (an oxymoron?) or what makes someone a poet, wtf is poetic. All poetry mocks the bourgeois idea of production, viz.: how much labor must one put into something for it to have any value. Anybody can do it, so therefore any poem is inherently subversive. A poem that’s no more than twenty words may win awards on a grand scale—never mind how long the poet claims it took them to write—just as they could rattle off an epic fifty-page poem in a matter of days. The poet’s “craft” so-called may reside more in their delivery, the cultivation of a persona, or some underlying concept forming the bedrock of everything they do.

Poet John Latta wrote on his blog Isola Di Rifuti in 2009 about “the insidious People-magazinification” of the little avant-garde poetry magazines he was receiving at that time from fellow poets, young and old, new and inveterate:

“[What] is it about this particular moment that sees the arrival of Lana Turner and Abraham Lincoln and Gerry Mulligan? (Trying to think of others, I do recall a Roy Rogers some years ago—and a Frank and a Marilyn and there’s Arshile still, presumably.)

All those magazines were/are still for the most part edited produced and disseminated by respective communities of poets. Needless to say, any layman potential non-poet reader will have a hard time finding them online unless they specify, for instance: “Lana Turner poetry” or better yet “Lana Turner poetry magazine”. And that particular title is a literary reference to an old pop cultural reference…way back to Frank O’Hara, who was indeed commenting outright on the just-as-insidious, albeit irresistible cult of celebrity in the late 1950s surrounding actress Lana Turner with his famous poem about her collapse.

Seth Abramson alluded to this phenomenon of poets preaching to the choir in his introduction to the Top 200 Advocates for American Poetry list on Huffington Post. But his intentions for making this list were unclear. He shot himself in the foot with the disclaimer: “Everyone has their own pantheon of favorite poets, cadres, mentors, and poet-friends…” He encouraged people to add to the list, as long as nobody used it as an opportunity to shamelessly promote their own clique, magazine, university lit department, reading series or borough of New York City:

“…lists of top poets and angry responses to such lists have the same net effect: to define poetry as a series of geographic sub-units or highly-circumscribed sub-communities, all of which are largely self-sufficient and self-contained, and therefore do little to directly promote American poetry as a national cultural phenomenon.”

Abramson’s list did something to promote its’ creator as a national cultural phenomenon, and in an only slightly more provocative way, so does Kaplan’s. Abramson casts himself as Paul Revere in the rapidly unfolding drama of poetry’s survival in the mainstream. The redcoats are the poetry haters. A lot of people don’t care about poetry because a lot of poets don’t care about people who don’t care. Or if they do, their way of caring is by writing poems with titles like “Accept Me” courtesy of their local MFA program.

Kaplan is more on the side of the provocateur, trying to dismantle the machine from the inside. It’s still the most natural way a poet can survive at first, by writing for and about the other poets nearest to him/her, sharing work and creating new distribution networks. The one saving grace of the Top 200 seemed to be its’ potential application as a teaching tool, a treasure trove for any classroom setting or the web-crawling autodidact. All lists are inevitably exclusive, as many commentators on the Huffington stream pointed out, but Abramson’s also begged the question: Who are the other people he must be thinking of? Who are these poets/non-poets who are doing the hypothetical opposite of advocating for poetry (a dubious notion in itself, along with “serving poetry” or “allies of poetry”) who has placed it in peril, via a lack of effort or harmful effort(s)? Is there an Axis of Poetry?!

If you want to read a novel you find one and it’s generally understood you’re engaging with the novelist by appreciating that they have spent a certain number of hours on the many pages that constitute their work. That is traditional creative writing. You defer to their author-ity. So a poet’s authority is mutable. Poetry proposes a fundamental non-hierarchical relationship between reader and writer. The writer of the poem is never pre-determined as that much more of an authority on the work than its reader. This is why there’s such a thing as a love poem, and no love novels, no love essays, no love dissertations or lectures. We’re desperate, get used to it. It’s kiss or kill.


Ben Tripp came to New York with nothing but a Twitter account, some waterproof business cards and a Motörhead T-shirt. Look how far he’s come at

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  1. RM O'Brien

      It’s an honor just to be nominated.

  2. RM O'Brien

      Josef Kaplan and Alex Ventura are, maybe, in a way, just saying, the Tea-Party Congressmen of the poetry scene.

  3. deadgod

      Accumulation is a rich poet.
      Revolution is comfortable.
      Your toy is comfortable.
      Rape is a rich poet.

  4. deadgod

      no love novels, no love essays, no love dissertations or lectures

      As I Lay Dying is not a love novel, but The Great Gatsby is. Their Eyes Were Watching God is a love novel.

      And so on.

  5. rawbbie

      wouldn’t it be funny if someone killed josef kaplan?

  6. rawbbie

      you made a book called “kill list” then you got killed! LOL!!!

  7. Rauan Klassnik


  8. Brooks Sterritt

      anyone else read the whole thing?

  9. mimi

      if you’re talking about the kaplan list, then, ‘yes, i did, kinda’

      i read the whole list but Only the Names, until i came to a name that i was interested in knowing, were they ‘rich’ or ‘comfortable’

      i was amused, along the way, to learn that there is a poet named ‘slangston hughes’ – never heard of ‘him’

      i was surprised to see that tao lin* was listed ‘rich’, since he blogged a lot, back when i used to read his blog, about how he needed money, like to pay his rent (no disrespect, tao, loved yr blog back in the day, worried ’bout whether you’d be able to pay the rent, but felt helpless to do anything ‘to help’)

      if you’re talking about the whole post, ‘Against Intramural Poetics, Poetry as Potpourri and . . . “, then ‘no’

      ps – still need to read ‘tai pei’
      ; )

  10. Brooks Sterritt

      yeah, i meant the list. great title, i’m glad it exists–i also felt like i was participating in gossip or seeking information while reading it, among other things. i like that people are riled. he put tan lin and tao lin next to each other. i typed a bunch of things and deleted them. you should read that book!

  11. Brooks Sterritt

      says the onetime obituarist

  12. mimi
  13. Rauan Klassnik

      a girl can change her mind! (and i’m not into actual killing, blah, blah) …. but, damn, you’ve got me in the Obituary frame of mine, again (sigh)…..

  14. Rauan Klassnik

      i’m glad it exists also (and i’m surprised by some of the reaction… but am i really? no. people, people, people,..).. really i should prepare my own obit

  15. deadgod

      Plenty to respond to in McSweeney’s blogicle: is instinct only for “killing”? or is it complex, and “killing” is woven together with, say, the ‘nurture instinct’ and the ‘fuck instinct’ and so on? (Because it sure seems empirically like drones clump together in drone tribes and have drone families and indulge in drone-awareness (that’s not pragmatically oriented towards “killing”) and so on.)

      It is interesting to think that Willy Loman is, let’s call him, an abject Thane of Cawdor, and not no kind of Thane of Cawdor at all.

      But my first question was: why does she call Kill List “conceptual” (as opposed to “expressive”)?? It has a conceptual framework and is rigidly formal, but so are, eh, Shakespeare’s sonnets. Does the idea of Kill List stand over against its execution to the point that once you get that idea, its performance has been exhausted and you needn’t bother to read the done doc? I don’t think that’s true of Kill List — or that Kill List is not “expressive”.

  16. mimi

      been thinking about all this, and have come around to the idea that actually i am instinctively more like a gatherer (looking for that best berry – that name i find most interesting) than a hunter (going in for the ‘kill’) when i read the poem

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