I was emailing with a reader last night about how I thought it was boring that writing hadn't come that far compared to music or painting; the reader disagreed and had some good reasons for doing so but still I remain disappointed in writing's laggardlyness. (Not really a word.) Now I see that, in a shocking turn of events, the LA Times published, over the weekend, a piece by poet Matthew Zapruder. It is sort of about growing up as a maker of things, and about being old enough to not be reactionary (something I would know nothing about). "It's easy now to make fun of formalists by calling [...]