The priest departs, the divine literatus comes.
— Walt Whitman
It must be tough to be a poet.
— Vachel Lindsay’s Milkman
Oh gawd!!!
— Ezra Pound
It is arguable whether, as Virginia Woolf famously wrote, “. . .on or about December 1910 human character changed.” It is also arguable exactly what she meant when she wrote it. If the usual interpretation—that Woolf is describing the birth of modernism—were correct, and if the resulting timetable were the literal truth, then the suicide of the American poet Vachel Lindsay on December 5, 1931, precisely twenty-one years after Woolf’s transformative month, could be regarded as coinciding with the arrival of modernism’s difficult adulthood.
