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poetry as:

1) quest

2) questioning

3) to write:to right

4) striking out


"Surrealism once promised to tell us about the unconscious, but finished up trapped by its chosen objects of desire, peddling porngraphic thrills to the connoisseur."
(author unknown)

Raworth's poetry as a kind of "street-level Modernism."


Veiled comrades, there are other ways to publication. In certain ways, the culture we negotiate claims tacit as total understanding. Someday it might become possible to wire father his own paints, canvas, and brushes. Merit makes us blind to dintinctions of quality.


1) What is a method of operation and how does it differ from a mere method?

2) Is imaginationa type of experience or experience itself?

3) At what point might life become parasitic of art?

A QUOTE FROM Miles Champion's Don't Know Alan

"Style is to things what mood is to feelings."


A slip of the tongue might be described as hygenic fraud, a sort of tactical growth in order to think. A sentence does not answer the future but every phoneme might be seized for inspection. I'm behind the weather to remind me what happens. The wheels of welfare both compose and impose and a pun is a mental work of art. Complex systems loop attentions (intentions).


Anonymous said…
I really enjoy reading your blog: you never fail to get me thinking.

A neighbor ... somewhat.
postpran said…
Thanks for the compliment. Are you near NC or near my house?
Anonymous said…
I'm right around the corner.

And to clarify: you get me thinking in the right way, literarily. Usually I'm thinking about the movie I watched or the reality television show I get sucked into, but when I read your entries I see where my mind should be: Thinking about the writers I love and what they're working through instead of dwelling on the bullshit.

Keep up the great work.


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