i was struck dumb by this particular poem - by
disguising itself as a email posting advertising
an online litzine, it hid its own intentions
enormously well
the first line - ironically titled "Table of
Contents" - lends a pseudoheuristic air to the
piece - and could be seen as having the hidden
meaning of "where we eat the contented" - a kind
of take on U2's famous line "Every artist is a
cannibal / every poet is a thief / all kill their
inspiration / and sing about their grief (The
Fly)"
the juxtopositions of Famous Dead Authors with
the (relatively) unknown creates a blurring of
identity in canonical kitsch
the triumphant final line
> Introduction by Bruce Lineker
is a brilliant resistance of easy closure - miles
removed from Yeats *thump*
namaste
michael
> Rhizomes, issue #2, newly up at
> http://www.rhizomes.net
>
> Table of Contents
>
> Romantic Ecologies: On John Kinsella
> Louis Armand
>
> Wages of Compassion
> T.R. Bell
>
> The Role of The Humanities in Global Culture:
> Questions and Hypotheses
> Mikhail Epstein
>
> A Nomadic Austen:
> Imagining Radical Malleability in Persuasion
> Michael Kramp
>
> Poems
> Alan Sondheim
>
> Poems: Letters
> Gary Sullivan
>
> Come Shining
> Photographs by Deborah Luster
> Essay by C.D. Wright
> Introduction by Bruce Lineker
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...I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.
[from "Why I Am Not A Painter" by Frank O'Hara]
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