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Poetry. Almost 20 years ago, when I was a critic by profession, a wise theater friend took me to my first Mac Wellman play–she’d grown tired of hearing me rant against a dumb, conventional ‘avant-garde’ of images. I wanted language, ideas, great but non-narrative passions. I saw Mac’s work, and there they were. Still are. Mac Wellman’s poetry, on and off stage, is ever-inventive, witty, angry, playful and exactly as contrarian in form and spirit as our culture deserves–Erika Munk.