Jon Corelis writes:
<<In other words the publication of poetry is, like everything else
to which our society assigns any value, a matter of power. . .>>
and:
<< Plato, standing at the end of a great epoch whose culture was
founded on oral verse utterance . . .>>
With Plato, we always stand at the end of an epoch. The notion of a
golden age--past or future--of pure utterance strikes me as a kind
of romantic reverie outside of time. Alas, we live in the fallen
world of print and educational institutions. Perhaps we should ask,
not what a poetry of utterance would be like, but how to live justly
in the actual world we inhabit.
jd
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Sing so dogs bark, oxen bolt,
So a girl walks out on her lover.
Sing so dogs bark, bulls bellow,
So the old coot crawls out of his hut.
[Mekong Delta 1971, trans. John Balaban]
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