Mr. Harold "Hart" Crane...

So right now I'm reading about Hart Crane, a really good biography I picked up on the Prairie Lights sale table...


And I'm struck by how little poetry-land has changed. He keeps whining about:


1. How expensive it is to live in NY, but how much better the scene is there. Despite that he mostly whines from Cleveland.


2. How there are too many little magazines, and nobody reads them anyway.


3. How a poet can't begin to make a living in America, and it's better in Europe.


I guess nothing has much changed. I'm not sure if it makes me feel better, or worse...