Charles Barasch

King Harvest has surely come Barasch has made a frame for the November-election madness, a book of poems to haunt history. For each president, a dream is conjured, soaked with biographical and historical details. A primitive ancestor to this book is William C. Bullitt and Sigmund Freud’s dour psychoanalytic portrait of Woodrow Wilson. Freud detested Wilson, and America as the land of Coca-Cola and Hollywood.

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