I know who poetry can't accommodate: the tourist. I don't mean it is necessarily more highborn than shell art, though the effort, the ardor of it goes toward being borne up. But I believe it can't be identified with the compulsion to shop instead of the desire to touch, be touched.
—C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil (Copper Canyon Press, 2005)
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