) I’d “got” the idea off of, I think, William Matthews, who’d review’d a book by Paul Metcalf (probably Apalache (1976), in just that manner, probably in the pages of Lillabulero, the magazine he and Russell Banks “did,” begun at Chapel Hill. Poetry State Forest (New Directions, 2008)Įzra Pound, in the “Praefatio Ad Lectorem Electum,” the preface to The Spirit of Romance (1910): “My criticism has consisted in selection rather than in presentation of opinion.” And I am busy recalling something I wrote “for” James McConkey, pure quotation unadulterated by the vicissitudinous “input” of a sophomoric (literally) mind not at ease with itself, something like “all the lines I liked in Werther” (or maybe Augustine’s Confessions, I get the two mixed up, they end so similarly, each in that stylized turning away of life’s roseate unstomachableness. Is not immortal, though rooted in the ground
Or it’ll nail a doubloon the size of a dinner-Ĭlouded over, it was too rainy to walk annuallyĪt Bartholomew’s Cobble a coneflower appeared It’s only in the vicissitudes of such fitĭeities, mock hardships, finagled purses, Joes. “Abhominable” is what one reads in the old Moxley’s got the word “fit” in a similarly dire
They’ve got you in,” I think of how Jennifer Has the same place in junkie-talk or real talk STRAY LINES TO TOSS THE YEAR OUT ON ITS EAR WITH
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