Neither did I see the post that I hear contained this bon mot (punning as
it does on 'the day the music died,' that somewhat suckie song whose title
eludes me.) I dont find it, out of its original context leastwise,
convincing. Many of those speaking or reading have been termed Language
Poets, and acquitted themselves well. Language Poetry Lives! would be more
like it.
I would agree that it was a moment that threw a new light on LangPo--as
indeed upon all there. A moment that blurred outline and category in useful
ways. Is Deanna Ferguson an LP ? Allen Fisher ? Rae Armantrout ? Lisa
Robertson ? If not, why not, etc etc...How abt inducting Randolph Healy,
yes certainly on the basis of what he read that evening. And Mccaffery, did
he die ? Bernstein ? Watten ? Harryman ?
There were traces of what LangPo had been in writing by persons who had
never been publicly identified (acclaimed, accused) as LPs. LangPo 'died'
at UNH in the sense that the River Nile 'dies' when it enters its delta,
maybe. But not in the sense that it became a late parrot.
David
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