I read recently that many are suffering from what is now called, "information disease"- that is many live in a information swamped state of paralysis, including, I assume, what can be a swamp of poetry publications, photographs et al. I confess. I think I suffer from that disease. I can spend hours looking closely at trees and birds - delightful in itself, but a relief from the constantly looming market bull dozer (ah, a pun!) of Art. Personally I also like the solace of a well made book - one that creates a space around a small gathering of poems in which I can really concentrate on the there of there, and take its slowly or, however, as I want. (Something that is much more ephemeral on a monitor) This is not to reject being once in my twenties and gobbling up everything in sight, poetry et al. That was necessary 'food' for flesh and bone. But I now I even get fed up with 'critical pointers' - online review mags with 50 etc. reviews. Oy & where to
So I kind of agree with the root disturbance behind David's proposal - as in 'give us a break'.
Then, again, frankly, I think there has always been a load of particularly young work that comes, and shortly disappears from public sight. Even when I remember (if that) of the work that I have quickly disposed without even 'going public.' As natural, I suspect, to the creative process as waves that rise with some power then crash and wash quite flatly back down the beach.
--- On Fri, 4/23/10, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: A Modest Proposal
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Date: Friday, April 23, 2010, 7:59 AM
Not sure about that, Dave, as all they might notice would still be those papers.
I do recall Robert Duncan taking 15 years off from book publication, while writing some of his major late work; now that was both possible, & a nervy attempt to avoid too quick public review while exploring the possibilities of his poetic.
On 23-Apr-10, at 2:42 AM, David Bircumshaw wrote:
> as there would be no strictures against
> re-publication, we would have ample opportunity to assemble retrospectives
> and collected works, reputations could be thoughtfully and fastidiously
> examined, perhaps people would begin to remember how to read, other than if
> scanning a newspaper, and most of all there would be restoration of poets to
> what should be their true proving ground: the blank solitude of the page.
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I was immediately set upon by two or three
critics, who hurled sophistries and
maledictions at me that were astonishing
in their dimness.
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