a deflection
i am providing a post.
it's the post with the most.
it's like a contemporary poem:
to dasein
to edge
the wandering saints of egypt
sneezed religion.
to drool
you fool.
...
topics on which i am supposed to write soon.
the sixties
thomas hardy
why poetry hates god just like blake said (well..sort of)
or, as robert duncan said
"wrongness that has style"
recently, i have written many poems about the wintriness of the moon.
i believe this to be the pathetic fallacy.
but i was thinking the other night:
was it the pathetic fallacy when the greeks started calling the moon diana?
is it the pathetic fallacy when i start calling the moon orson welles?
or is it not, because both the diana and orson welles are both nocturnal and immortal?
outline for a theory of the sixties.
the sixties were good but i have to stop thinking about them.
they helped me get these nice striped socks by making it okay for marxists to buy things. thank you sixties.
they're stupid because of: sweetness is the forgettable breath of the forgotten exigencies of conviction.
i really need to write about the sixties but it's going to take a couple of days.
rilke must have been a hard person to spend large amounts of time with.
i'm sick of looking at books, but it might just be that i'm sick of winter.
i'll start work on catherine's book very soon - it looks very nice in my mynde.
i think words the dumb kind of good.
"trying to avoid thinking, as in this poem"
it's the post with the most.
it's like a contemporary poem:
to dasein
to edge
the wandering saints of egypt
sneezed religion.
to drool
you fool.
...
topics on which i am supposed to write soon.
the sixties
thomas hardy
why poetry hates god just like blake said (well..sort of)
or, as robert duncan said
"wrongness that has style"
recently, i have written many poems about the wintriness of the moon.
i believe this to be the pathetic fallacy.
but i was thinking the other night:
was it the pathetic fallacy when the greeks started calling the moon diana?
is it the pathetic fallacy when i start calling the moon orson welles?
or is it not, because both the diana and orson welles are both nocturnal and immortal?
outline for a theory of the sixties.
the sixties were good but i have to stop thinking about them.
they helped me get these nice striped socks by making it okay for marxists to buy things. thank you sixties.
they're stupid because of: sweetness is the forgettable breath of the forgotten exigencies of conviction.
i really need to write about the sixties but it's going to take a couple of days.
rilke must have been a hard person to spend large amounts of time with.
i'm sick of looking at books, but it might just be that i'm sick of winter.
i'll start work on catherine's book very soon - it looks very nice in my mynde.
i think words the dumb kind of good.
"trying to avoid thinking, as in this poem"
posted by jared | 6:19 PM
2 Comments:
jared (and catherine & steve in midwest slow-ending winters), an oppen wintry poem for you -xo, l.
Alpine
We were hiding
Somewhere in the Alps
In a barn among animals. We knew
Our daughter should not know
We were there. It was cold
Was the point of the dream
And the snow was falling
Which must be an old dream of families
Dispersing into adulthood
And the will cowers
In the given
The outlaw winds
That move within barns
Intolerable breeze
A public music
Seeps thru the legendary walls
The cracked inner sides
The distinctions of what one does
And what is done to him blurrs
Bodies dream selves
For themselves
From the substance
Of the cold
Yet we move
Are moving
Are we not
Do we hear the heavy moving
Of the past in barns
hey c.t.! yeah, i love the second half - i feel like it muddies up the distinction between freezing and identifying with the cold - and the ending! 'the past in barns' - lumbering around like cows.
by the way, (said to catherine and to jared aside), i think jared was supposed to call me yesterday at
5:00, but i believe he was too busy selling our books.
i'm impressed that you set up a website, jared - kudos - and thanks - but i'm not sending you any subscription cash unless you call me.
unless i was supposed to call you?
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