Haha, Vince, Roberta is fine, insofar as I know, who is she anyway? probably that
one hauling the laundry off to the laundromat, it's Rebecca who's sick, or so I've
heard, and, after this, you'll have to wait for the restoration of more serious
thoughts, though I like that phrase "O well, most healthy thing,"
all the best,
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---- Original message ----
>Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 09:18:54 -0800
>From: Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]>
>Subject: Re: The suckability of contemporary American poetry
>To: [log in to unmask]
>
>Glad your health is back on the way, Roberta. I am still getting glimmers of
>such between the onslaught of dark weathers. I think the disaster stirred up
>the whole Pacific climate. O well, most healthy thing - if one dare hope -
>is that the enormity of the tragedy has thrown or compelled Bush & Co. into
>a hitherto unexposed realm and activity of compassion - a place where the
>"terrorism" shield and the Fallujah demolition mentality seems to have, at
>least temporarily, been challenged as 24/7 global strategy. I don't suspect
>the war gods to disappear, but, at least, their current hegemony seems a bit
>broken.
>
>Yes, from a self-serving point of view, I will be interested, if you want,
>to read what you hear/see as the differences in tone, approach etc. between
>Carson's Sappho and Sleeping With Sappho.
>
>Stephen V
>Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
>
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>> Well, I am just tired today, Stephen, I think I finally got out of Conway MA,
>> even
>> though it's snowing. I was reading last night Carson's translation of Sappho
>> _If
>> Not, Winter_ which I was partly prompted to by your transmigrating
>> transmutations and which gave me more of the interior sense of your
project.
>> I
>> can see how those brackets and spaces were a sort of lacunae that allowed
you
>> to hear other words in them.
>>
>> I hope your virus is on the retreat,
>>
>> Rebecca
>>
>>
>> ---- Original message ----
>>> Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 14:12:09 -0800
>>> From: Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]>
>>> Subject: Re: The suckability of contemporary American poetry
>>> To: [log in to unmask]
>>>
>>> Thanks, Rebecca, for the sweet condolences.
>>> I finally figured out the craziness. My son tells me the 9.0 earthquake that
>>> preceeded the disaster created a wobble in the planet that ended up taking
a
>>> second a day off the clock. I now attribute all this mad syllabic slippery
>>> free-for-all here (unless you're still stuck in Conway, Mass) to that little
>>> now empty space in the old clock, the one we're still living with, but maybe
>>> should abandon quickly. We got a void here. People are beginning to jump
&
>>> etc. like crazy. What will be lost, was already lost?? There's a hole in the
>>> earth and it's leaking. Are implosions near? Are we spinning out of control,
>>> lost second by lost second.
>>>
>>> Is there a captain on the earth? Does he listen to or write poetry?
>>>
>>> Or has great poetry always been written by people who appear a second
off to
>>> most everyone else, but right on 'real' time.
>>>
>>> Yeah, this is ridiculous. I mean nonsense.
>>>
>>> Is Mairead going to read in the Zinc Bar standing on her head?
>>>
>>> I mean like, back to work.
>>>
>>> Stephen V
>>> Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>>>> with which, I must say, I mostly agree, but now --
>>>>>> subsequent to this enlightening discussion -- view as ridiculously
>>>>>> reductionist.)
>>>>> Did you mean to say, 'deliciously' reductionist?
>>>>> Or did the discussion hop some nonsensical boundary from which
there is
>> no
>>>>> sensible return?
>>>>> Help me out before I get 'ridiculous'!
>>>>>
>>>>> Meanwhile not back in Conway, Connecticut but still viral,
>>>>>
>>>>> Stephen V
>>>>
>>>> Well, you see, Sharon, we started out in the land of 'suckableness' that
>>>> contemporary American poetry 'sucks' and sucks because it has to suck
up
>> to
>>>> political correctness, which puts it in the most prestigious poetry journal
>>>> which
>>>> sucks, but which is necessary, sadly, in order to suck up to academic
>>>> departments for a job,
>>>> but at some point,
>>>> perhaps when the pink porky float in the parade passed by,
>>>> tossing out minties and mintos, Mairead on the roof changed it to
>>>> 'suckability'
>>>> which is the sort of boundary we all too seldom hop, nonsenically or not,
>>>>
>>>> for
>>>> something which is full of suckability, as poetry is, is sweet, like mints
>>>> or
>>>> milk
>>>> and honey or Stephen's honeysuckle he sucked on or the tender ends of
>> sweet
>>>> grass that I once did, and so ever since, we've all been
>>>>
>>>> deliciously
>>>> mad
>>>>
>>>> though I think, personally, that Stephen and I are currently the most
>>>> dementos,
>>>> since neither of us in Conway (that's MASSACHUSETTS, Stephen, NOT
>>>> Connecticut)
>>>>
>>>> but viral with our nerve endings singing like crickets,
>>>>
>>>> Rebecca
>>>> ---- Original message ----
>>>>> Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 10:20:28 -0800
>>>>> From: Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]>
>>>>> Subject: Re: The suckability of contemporary American poetry
>>>>> To: [log in to unmask]
>>>>>
>>>>>> with which, I must say, I mostly agree, but now --
>>>>>> subsequent to this enlightening discussion -- view as ridiculously
>>>>>> reductionist.)
>>>>> Did you mean to say, 'deliciously' reductionist?
>>>>> Or did the discussion hop some nonsensical boundary from which
there is
>> no
>>>>> sensible return?
>>>>> Help me out before I get 'ridiculous'!
>>>>>
>>>>> Meanwhile not back in Conway, Connecticut but still viral,
>>>>>
>>>>> Stephen V
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