I like Richard Rohmer. I really do. But the fact that the chairman of the Royal Commission on Book Publishing wrote these poems, and that they were then published by a Canadian publisher -- or at all -- is a disgrace.
What self-delusional hall of mirrors does a
guy have to live in to believe that these would exist in print except as
a favor in return for a favor, or in hopes of a favor yet received?
to have the natural-gas-tanker-sized balls to make the first one an
attack on critics, who don't understand art, because they're just in it
for the money?