When a PhD Lit student (Samantha) and an MFA student (M.) met during a Writing Program Orientation at the University of Massachusetts, they had no clue that one day they'd be collaborating to reveal the truest, purest poetry aesthetic out there-- the Bro School of Poetry. They did not invent it. It has been around since your father's father's binge drinking days. Frank Norris wrote about it in a fictional account of bros being bros in his book Vandover and the Brute. Plato's Symposium? Bros being bros. All the Phi Beta Kappa bros knew that a liberal arts well-rounded prestigiousness relied on being able to throw down and rally when needed. Frat houses have been erected (ha, erected) based on the intersection of architecture and L=A=N=G=U=A=GE poetry. The New York School, including the chicks, knew how to bro down.
These are facts.
There are no multiple truths. That was so post-modernism ago.
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