The "f**k" count is just over sixty. The images are screenshots. The metal is mostly nu. And the grant money's gone. From the author of The Malevolent Volume and National Book Award-winning Indecency comes a gory new mutation in the shape of nonfiction and criticism. In 2019, Justin Phillip Reed's romantic maiden voyage through the waters of American poetry and its communities ran aground in the barrens of Pittsburgh,...