OkCupid, Gentle Creatures and the Tongue of God: major jackson at uc berkeley

When I first met Major Jackson, it was at an event that I like to call, with the dishonesty of hindsight, the sycophantic shitshow sonnet. We were in the East Village, at the KGB bar, crammed between small round tables and young poets in skinny jeans, waiting to hear Erin Bilieu and Brenda Shaughnessy read. Not a soul Read More