This blogging thing takes a little getting used to. So far I've written more about politics than I thought I would going in lo those six long days ago. And less about poetry than I thought.
At some point soon I intend to say something about Andrew Joron's NEO-SURREALISM or THE SUN AT NIGHT. I like it very much because it deals with some of the poets and 'schools' I've found most important and engaging over the years and that mostly have not been dealt with very much elsewhere. I'm currently reading Peter O'Leary's GNOSTIC CONTAGION and intend to say something about it too.
And I intend to post more of my own poetry. It's agonizing. As is sending small selections to editors. I NEED to make submissions to editors. (I'm talking to myself here.) I almost completely stopped writing for 20-something years and now that I'm pursuing poetry seriously again I feel like such a fish-out-of-water. An old man among the young. Reading the O'Leary book has made me wish that by hook or by crook I'd studied with Duncan at New College rather than leaving the city and doing what I did do. I was right there. I disliked/feared/didn't comprehend the 'new' 'Language Poetry' that was around the Bay Area then and Duncan's teaching seems like it would have been just the ticket. But alas no. I took a path that led me away from poetry...enough of this for now...
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