Keston, thanks for the real puritan fire in your destruction of the
stanza of the work of the man who was Bruce Andrews - so soon after
your call for this list to set aside hostility, the spirit must have
moved from deep within you. I imagine black-smocked members of a
notional school of Cambridge Poetry Bretheren greeting you in the
street and saying, well-said, Brother Keston, well hast thou smitten
the unsignifying ...
And yet, I wonder, what, exactly are you accusing these lines of? Your
reading of what's actually going on in the lines in question is, to
say the least, sketchy (thanks to Cris for his more complete take on
it) and your actualy criticism of them seemed to me to amount to:
being playful
Now I'm sure that any number of people could provide readings of
Andrews which will save him on this count - but my question is this:
Brother Keston, have I (yet again) misread you? is Being Playful With
Language really something we'll burn for? because if so, there'll be
lots of us going up in smoke, up and down the country - and perhaps
even a few of us will do so gladly rather than stick around in the
glum and blunted world where wordplay is a proscribed act.
R
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