I am a member in good standing of the Scott McLemee fan club but I think he's a little rough on the Timothy Sexton essay he critiques here, even as he takes advantage of the occasion to wax possessive re the Gang of Four.

I mean, Sexton ends the essay, "Or not."

With this kind of work -- I'm thinking now also of the Canadian poets Rod Mengham, Rod Smith, and Rodrigo Toscano -- the measure of the experience is not whether you can integrate their critique into a consistent theory, the measure is how memorable are their zingers.