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And you, "Michael Amberwind"? Are you "the real thing" (to quote another U2 classic)? Hard to credit with a surname like that! I was struck by your own juxtaposing of those you recognized as "Famous Dead Authors" with those you considered "(relatively) unknown" simply because you didn't recognize the names of these (in fact, high-profile) living writers. It gave your own post a somewhat bogus-heuristic air, from my perspective--and perspective is what it's all about, isn't it? In form and uninformed, as the case may be. Your "own intentions" here seem "enormously well-[hidden]" to me. Back to my "study to be quiet" program (name that FDA!)--Candice on 6/18/01 9:55 AM, michael amberwind at [log in to unmask] wrote: > i was struck dumb by this particular poem - by > disguising itself as a email posting advertising > an online litzine, it hid its own intentions > enormously well > > the first line - ironically titled "Table of > Contents" - lends a pseudoheuristic air to the > piece - and could be seen as having the hidden > meaning of "where we eat the contented" - a kind > of take on U2's famous line "Every artist is a > cannibal / every poet is a thief / all kill their > inspiration / and sing about their grief (The > Fly)" > > the juxtopositions of Famous Dead Authors with > the (relatively) unknown creates a blurring of > identity in canonical kitsch > > the triumphant final line > >> Introduction by Bruce Lineker > > is a brilliant resistance of easy closure - miles > removed from Yeats *thump* > > > namaste > > michael > > > >> Rhizomes, issue #2, newly up at >> http://www.rhizomes.net >> >> Table of Contents >> >> Romantic Ecologies: On John Kinsella >> Louis Armand >> >> Wages of Compassion >> T.R. Bell >> >> The Role of The Humanities in Global Culture: >> Questions and Hypotheses >> Mikhail Epstein >> >> A Nomadic Austen: >> Imagining Radical Malleability in Persuasion >> Michael Kramp >> >> Poems >> Alan Sondheim >> >> Poems: Letters >> Gary Sullivan >> >> Come Shining >> Photographs by Deborah Luster >> Essay by C.D. Wright >> Introduction by Bruce Lineker > > > ===== > ...I am a real poet. My poem > is finished and I haven't mentioned > orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call > it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery > I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES. > [from "Why I Am Not A Painter" by Frank O'Hara]