Creeley
i got an email today from poetry daily asking for money for national poetry month. the day after creeley dies? shit, and i though terry schiavo's parents had respect problems.
anyway, like lauren, i was stunned by r.c.'s death. i came back from a blustery bike ride by the lake (watching a thunderstorm descend from the lakefront), and had just got in when the news came over the wire - i literally shouted! it was a strange, but i felt like some kind of living link left us. anyway, i too found a good poem of his, to think about his death, but i left it at home, and i'm at work, so i can't really do much about it right now.
so, where's catherine? dear cat, you dropped the beauty bomb in our bathtub and have since been elusive...
l's thing from stein is characteristically amazing.
i do love the patina that a classic attains - i wonder if the attitude behind this profoundly modernist statement hasn't had its excesses also. i'm thinking of good ol' paul mccarthy, the performance artiste.
i love the big idea at the back of this, which l. points out. the in-betweenie world of "b/t rejecting and accepting" - my first impulse is to call that state something like passivity - i mean, in the positive and negative sense. or maybe call it reticence. heraclitus says "nature loves to hide." and pico mirandola says that god/dawg created us to for the sole purpose of having an aesthetic reaction to the world. so, maybe the state of being "b/t rejecting and accepting" is a passive absorption of beauty that exists outside of time (which makes things classic) - cuz, isn't the present tenseness of stein's writing a way of ignoring time? (i haven't read enuf stein to say this very confidently.
oh, i don't know this is sloppy thinking.
acceptance is both the most important act and the hardest. and the most traitorous act too. like, who can accept that the planet won't be able to hold all us people soon? but what do you do? one starts to feel jeffer's determinism in one's bones (ie, that humanity is suicidal) - this is, i guess, where acceptance comes in and says, "hello, want to hear a funny joke?"
on a lighter note, our falcon is back. we have a falcon couple that've nested in the warehouse across the street - it's makes funny squeaks. the winds were real high yesterday, and it dallied like a dart in the wind.
swirling all around this is the "shock of the new" swarms of mosquito hawks.
anyway, like lauren, i was stunned by r.c.'s death. i came back from a blustery bike ride by the lake (watching a thunderstorm descend from the lakefront), and had just got in when the news came over the wire - i literally shouted! it was a strange, but i felt like some kind of living link left us. anyway, i too found a good poem of his, to think about his death, but i left it at home, and i'm at work, so i can't really do much about it right now.
so, where's catherine? dear cat, you dropped the beauty bomb in our bathtub and have since been elusive...
l's thing from stein is characteristically amazing.
i do love the patina that a classic attains - i wonder if the attitude behind this profoundly modernist statement hasn't had its excesses also. i'm thinking of good ol' paul mccarthy, the performance artiste.
i love the big idea at the back of this, which l. points out. the in-betweenie world of "b/t rejecting and accepting" - my first impulse is to call that state something like passivity - i mean, in the positive and negative sense. or maybe call it reticence. heraclitus says "nature loves to hide." and pico mirandola says that god/dawg created us to for the sole purpose of having an aesthetic reaction to the world. so, maybe the state of being "b/t rejecting and accepting" is a passive absorption of beauty that exists outside of time (which makes things classic) - cuz, isn't the present tenseness of stein's writing a way of ignoring time? (i haven't read enuf stein to say this very confidently.
oh, i don't know this is sloppy thinking.
acceptance is both the most important act and the hardest. and the most traitorous act too. like, who can accept that the planet won't be able to hold all us people soon? but what do you do? one starts to feel jeffer's determinism in one's bones (ie, that humanity is suicidal) - this is, i guess, where acceptance comes in and says, "hello, want to hear a funny joke?"
on a lighter note, our falcon is back. we have a falcon couple that've nested in the warehouse across the street - it's makes funny squeaks. the winds were real high yesterday, and it dallied like a dart in the wind.
swirling all around this is the "shock of the new" swarms of mosquito hawks.
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