"It would be easier to read the entrails of sheep." Oh, my!
"Lehman says almost nothing of interest about American poetry, and little beyond platitudes that would embarrass a self-help guru." Ouch!
"Lehman’s prose is so clunky, thrown together from hackneyed allusions and used car parts, that I have to take a handful of aspirin after reading..." Dang.
"Lehman’s clichés are those of hacks everywhere..." Somebody call the burn unit, please!
Normally, I don't go in for this kind of thing, but the whole piece was rather refreshing...