I have looked at your blog and consider it perhaps the prime example of the rare spirituality to which I refer. Perhaps, as a fellow technical writer, in fact as a fellow technical writer who has been doing it twenty years longer than you and as a person of a certain age (four years younger than you) who already suffers from transient Global Amnesia, I see only a certain joy there that in no way approaches my own tragedy. Just glance at what i have just written and this is confirmed. "Why am I doing this?" I ask myself. The answer is inevitable -- because I missed the boat, the gravy train, the midnight train, the Jubilate Agno Express, never made it to the Crossroads,, have been bypassed by history, am no-where and cut off from the great Renaissance of Poetry Feast where my fellow poets cry wassail and drink the jolly brown ale and old. You to me are a figure of Cheer and Joy and Tide and All also.
Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
joe green wrote:
> There is no doubt that we are living in an American English Renaissance of poetry that surpasses by every measure the actual English Renaissance.
Right, I used to drink with some of these people. Some of them actually
bullshat their way into teaching jobs and publications. They also do
Civil War reenactment surgery. Their favorite tool is the hacksaw.
> ...Sounds well but doesn’t mean a thing) they were (to a man and I mean a man) Awful Persons. Shakespeare abandoned his
> wife, poached deer, had pretensions above his class, Webster was a necrophile, Jonson was a drunk and duelist, Tourneur continued to carelessly not write the plays that are ascribed to him. (Shakespeare may be guilty of this too). I won’t even mention the abominable Philip Marlowe.
>
You weren't here for the Truth About Tourneur sermon preached at me 3
years ago: he was really Jacques Tourneur, the trashy director of "Curse
of The Demon" and other light classics, or he was John Ford the director
of Stagecoach, or was that Thomas Middleton when Rowley gave him the
afternoon off? Philip Marlowe...wasn't he right out of The Chandler's
Shop, rat-tat-tat, by way of Eugene O'Neill?
> But spend a few hours visiting the blogs of our current poets. Each projects a rare spirituality, a compassion for all Beings and Non-Beings, a spiritual and intellectual awareness that allows them to contemplate the Eternal. No factions there, no petty jealousies, no spewing of hate, no pretensions whatsoever.
>
If you looked at my blog you need a psychoanalyst more than I do. Maybe
they offer group rates. No spewing of hate...uh-huh.
> Why here in the USA? Why now? We don’t know. We simply praise God that we live here in this blessed land, this new Jerusalem, this Avalon, this Crossroad of Eternity, this shining city on a hill, this unsceptered land mass.
>
Ah, poetry worthy of Stephen Shutz....:-)
Ken
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