James Schuyler in Calais, VT, late 1960s. Photo by Joe Brainard.

“Just a little more than twenty years after his death, James Schuyler seems to be doing well, thank you. The bulk of his work is in print (his collected and uncollected poems, three of his novels, and his letters), while the out of print materials (his art criticism, his diaries) are easy and still relatively cheap to come by. The reception of his unpublished poems, Other Flowers, two years ago was hugely positive and offered reviewers an opportunity to make big claims for Schuyler’s achievement, such as Dan Chiasson’s lovely statement that ‘James Schuyler is a supreme poet of articulated consciousness’ or Ange Mlinko’s judgment that ‘the weight of the world is a ballast against the levitating effect of James Schuyler’s courteous English, which made him our most angelic poet: full of air, intelligence, light.’ Nevertheless, Schuyler still doesn’t…