Had lost faith in the poem. Or in myself, in my sight as it spewed sentences, one after the other, like sheep I was counting, & never enough.
Studied Pound for a year or more. & his tropes, his failures. The Language poets too, tho the opacity of their work mirrored Pound’s, their coldness regarding the object suggested their having been burned, you know, by objects. How had they read Stein & Zukofsky? What, in the poetry of the forerunners of the Language moment, was not autobiographical? To their credit, the poetries of Bernstein, Coolidge, & Silliman are constantly invoking pleasure, & often across layers …This post is in: Journal of Neuro-Aesthetic Theory #5 (2007-11),Pluripotential (Shifter 16)