Is that book distributed by SPD I wonder?
The poem was good, but I thought it was argued (or, well, kind of focussed
through, shall we say) from beginning to end, stuck closely to a very clear
subject matter, and aimed straight at its result, the romantic translation
of phenomena through excess to a gesture of self liberation, cloak trailing
in the wind, the wind. Like Swinburne, you know: I'm the quick lazy type
/ I come from haunts of coot and tern.... or was it turn? I come from
haunts of coot and turn fast on the downbend. I like all these things
about it, and the contempt towards "politics".
But the difference between what two people see when they read the same poem
becomes more mysterious than anything about the poem.
Meanwhile will someone please tell me in simple words what this thing is
about the New Yorker? People keep mentioning it to me as if I already
know, and when I go to that website I get a blank screen, which is what I
usually get.
thanks
/PR
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