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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