Desmond,
I accept your apology. I wasn't offended for myself. I just thought that
your attitude to anyone who you thought was an academic was unfair.
Yes, I did a PhD, but I’m not an academic. They are people who are
employed in academia. I, for my sins, am not--though not for lack of
trying, however.
Besides, if I were employed in academia, I would not have the freedom
to comment frankly on the sorts of poetical topics I am able to do here
and elsewhere. This may be different in the States, where academics
seem to have more freedom to come on forums such as this and speak
their mind. I think British academics may be slightly more cautious
about doing so.
I hope we can put aside our differences over my Heaney article. I find
that for people to row over poetics is a shame considering the state of
the world and humanity in general.
Best,
Jeff
On Mon, 28 Sep 2009 00:30:27 +0100, Desmond Swords
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>Sorry about the incoherent garbled text you link to Jeff. And sorry for
the
>unacceptable and below the belt loutish digs that just made me look
thick.
>
>But no bones broken, and if I wanted to worm a way out of it, I could
always
>pull the eternally deniable strategy of denying I am the author, even
whent
>he facts look incontravertable - a la Kent Johnson and the Japanese
>Hiroshima eyewitness poet hoax. But that would be too boring to
read, all
>that deconstructive jargon and semiotic argot: so I will just be honest
and
>apologise. Sorry.
>
>~
>
>I have always viewed online gassing about poetry, (critical prose) as a
>continuation of my third level learning, which I finsihed in 2004.
Whereas
>you did formal post-grad research on Ezra and Bill 'turdsworth' (as a
>recently discovered letter by Byron calls him) my own course was
somewhat
>different.
>
>I developed a self-extemporised curriculum whose goal was to
discover as
>much as I possibly could on the truth of the bardic curriculum, which
hasn't
>been done before in any formal way, and so having no template to go
by, had
>to trust to poetic instinct when making up my own.
>
>When I wrote the insultive text on pee in the pool, I was nearing the
>denoument of this semester, which culminated on Thursday night in
O'Neills
>pub on Suffolk Street, Dublin: with the Leinster heat of the third
>consecutive All Ireland Grand Poetry Slam Championships.
>
>If it was up to me i would have the event the All Ireland Live Poetry
>Championships; but the consensus between the various regional
organisers was
>Slam, and so slam it is.
>
>~
>
>I won't bore you with the details, but effectively, I have graduated to
the
>next level of practice, and part of that involved speaking in two places
at
>once: not in the physical sense, but psychic realm: speaking in one
voice
>for Europe and another America, until the two merged into one global
voice I
>am now gassing in.
>
>All of my learning and development has been driven solely by instinct,
and
>part of that latest exercise, involved some fairly unusual practise which
>the observer can easilty mistake for me being a dickhead, but which -
trust
>me - is not.
>
>Anway, no hard feelings, very sorry to have said what i did, and if we
ever
>meet, i will buy you you're drink all night, and if we ever make it over
to
>Sullivans bar, Kent Johnsons as well.
>
>cheers.
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