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LAST CHRITMAS I was in the Coop, looking desperately for a present for an old friend, and I picked up Bill Knott's Naonti Poems. I don't know what I was looking for-I suppose I was expecting another dose of tense, burdened lyricism, or brief, staccato bits of free verse machinery-but what I found was the clearest, purest, most unpretentious voice I'd come upon among younger poets. Knott's images were whole and satisfying: for once words were the things they said they were. I bought the book and never gave it away...
Then I read Bill Knott's Naomi Poems, the freshest lyrics, the most unabashedly real attempts at poems I'd come across in a long time. Some of them were bad, some were awkward, but the voice was true, untutored but true. This man has been going after poetry in his own fashion; he hadn't been following anyone's advice. As a result, his poems said what he meant, unconstrained by mentors and models and cliques...
...Bill Knott, 28, who writes under the name Saint Geraud, makes his point even more apocalyptically in To American Poets...
...Hotel, car-rental and other service costs for foreign visitors are being lowered by a number of concerns. Seven hotel and motel chains-including Hilton, Knott and Hotel Corp. of America-have already introduced assorted room rate cuts of up to 40%. Also in effect are new 10% reductions in the rates of the three biggest auto rental companies, Hertz, Avis and National...
...days last week, Bobby and a caravan of 36 cars crammed with out-of-state reporters, committee staffers and electronic gear burned up the dirt-topped back roads of eastern Kentucky's poverty-blighted Wolfe, Breathitt, Knott, Harlan and Letcher counties, halting in hidden hollows at weather-bleached wood and tar-paper shanties sagging with neglect. And in spavined one-horse communities named Neon, Grassy Creek, Mousie, Fisty, Jackhorn and Cody, ragged, slack-eyed men and women and listless children with bellies taut from hunger spoke of their need...