Whenever I go out to Camp Rockmont, I try to visualize Charles Olson getting punched by a local fisherman over by the dam and as depicted in Tom Clark's bio, Charles Olson: The Allegory of a Poet’s Life. It's not that I have anything against Olson, but I just wonder where his arrogance in this circumstance originated. Why didn't he get out a fishing pole, for instance, and get to know the locals better in the process, as opposed to condescending to the nabobs?
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