I finished my book review, at considerable psychic cost. It will appear in the next issue of The Wallace Stevens Journal. My problem with this sort of criticism is that it seeks to dominate the texts it studies. Though more subtle, I don't see much functional difference between Blasing's treatment of lyric poetry & the attacks on Keats that were published in the fashionable magazines in the early nineteenth century. Both are intended to throw a noose of critical wisdom around the neck of poetry. "Be nice," it says, "and we won't slap the horse's ass."