“Nod never was a nation”: James Arthur and the Poetics of Travel

by Jacob Sunderlin There is a particular brand of travel poetry—marked by the cataloguing of sensual spices, exotic flora, and the sitting-in-an-outdoor-café speaker marking the wrinkles in streetperson hands—that I feel is my solemn duty to despise. Doubtless, this comes from the deep well of psychic gloop I swam in during college, writing undergrad papers … Continue reading “Nod never was a nation”: James Arthur and the Poetics of Travel