Kent:
I wasn't knocking your poem -- just that Henry's grabbed me more
immediately, and I +did+ want to see more.
I read it once. Then twice. Then three times. Not deliberately, but it
pulled me back into it.
Also, I've only a limited number of brain cells, and I tend to ration what I
spend them on.
Look, I'll go back to yours again (all three versions to date) and print
them out and brood over them intensely and the terrible silence when I don't
post any comments will have behind it Deep Thought.
Also, I think it's partly a background/tradition thing -- I can tune into
Henry's work quicker than yours because it's closer to where I'm at -- not
saying that that's good or bad on either side, but just why I naturally tend
to react faster to what Henry does.
It's late again here, or I'd try to write more coherently, but you'll just
have to put up with the above for what it's worth, for the moment.
As for trees, I bet Henry writes his drafts on paper made from woodpulp
derived from sustainable forests -- check out your house furniture and see
how many hardwoods were killed to make the table you rest your computer on.
If there's single malt in heaven (assuming that heaven isn't simply made up
of single malts) I'll coup a gless wi you there when the time comes.
Robin
PS -- And I didn't gush -- I posted a rather pathetic "I like this" comment.
----- Original Message -----
From: "kent johnson" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, July 15, 2001 4:39 AM
Subject: blue robin's eggs, scrambled please
> Robin,
>
> I know that Henri's final stanza had a "robin's egg" in it, but listen to
> me: THE POEM WAS NOT ABOUT YOU!!!
>
> You should have gushed over my poem instead, which, after all, was only on
> its second try, and already quite impressive and getting better real fast
> (but I'm not going to share it anymore here-- this list, it seems, can't
> tell a Real Orange from a Painted Apple, and thus will have to wait for
the
> New Criterion around Lent-time)... Hey Duemer: My New Criterion to your
APR!
> I'll take Guy Davenport over Arthur Vogelsang any day. You?
>
> No, Robin, to return to my point, Henri's poem is in a book and carefully
> framed, after reems of paper of revisions, not counting all the trees cut
> down by X-Libris, adn that's the difference. Yes, it is a very, very good
> poem, but think of the trees... *I* don't cut down any trees, I'll have
you
> know: I make my electric power on a self-pedalled fly-wheel...
>
> annals into back-channels,
>
> say hi to the B-bird for me, there's single malt in heaven,
>
> Kent
>
>
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