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The Necessity of Poetics. (now published as a book)

“Pantoum: Clogs”

Heavy smoke drifting t'ward the road
trees flush with white blooms
when the goshawk strikes
light breaking through thick cloud
mild winter morning

heavy smoke drifting t'ward the road
silence in the sanctuary
when the goshawk strikes
wait for the greeny arrow
mild winter morning

no more resurrections
silence in the sanctuary
array of high goshawks
wait for the greeny arrow
no more quarter

no more resurrections
trees flush with white blooms
array of high goshawks
light breaking through thick cloud
no more quarter

"What if a schizophrenic municipal employee in provincial Germany attempted to write his own Bible?" (via aldaily

“I look upon the geological record as a history of the world, imperfectly kept, and written in a changing dialect; of this history we possess the last volume alone, relating only to two or three countries. Of this volume, only here and there a short chapter has been preserved; and of each page, only here and there a few lines…” –[Robert] Duncan quotes Charles Darwin in a 1955 letter, and goes on to say: “What if poetry were not some realm of personal accomplishment, open field day race for critics to judge, or animal breeding show–but a record of what we are, like the record of what the earth is is left in the rocks, left in the language? Then what do we know of poetry at all compared to this geology? and how silly we must look criticizing …as if geologists were to criticize rather than read their remains.”

"Brodernism is not a writerly movement but a critical tendency, not a tradition in the strict sense but a kind of post facto absorption..."