Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Discussions of interest:

A commons or a market?
Poet as folk-artist: here (July 10, 11, 12) and here and here and here (July 11) and here and so on.

Oh, okay, here I am. This looks familiar.
"That door."
I point.
"Yes, that one. Walk in. And shut the door behind you."
Locked. Only one way out now.
This summer I've read _Wide Sargasso Sea_ (immediate entry into my personal cannon, grazing in that part of my mind's country also inhabited by _Under the Volcano_ and _Ulysses_ and her _Good Morning, Midnight_ one hill over from Emily Dickinson's poems), _Magic Lies Outside_ (thanks Gerrit), Eagleton's _How to Read a Poem_ (a tedious waste...though I like _Ideology_ and _Literary Theory_), A Book of Propehcies (a link between the lyrical and the de/arranged in Wieners work (thanks to Jack for the link; order this from Bootstrap Productions), Derek Fenner and Ryan Gallagher's new chapbooks, and I should finish _Jane Eyre_ today (taking longer than do I find it? humorously predictable, a bit tedious, well-observed (w/ the ring of truth), cleverly constructed...WSS haunts the book for me, and I'm pleased that I read it sympathies lie w/ Ms. Rhys; the moralizing narrative rhetoric repels me...I choose the unruly overgrowth over the mastery of the English garden...with my machete I'll cut back enough to get to where I'd like to go but that's least that's who I hope I Weymouth-founding ancestors, of course, laugh at the thought.
After _Magic Lies Outside_ I've been noticing telephone poles and lines lately. Does anyone else remember the lines along the train in Paul Blackburn's _The Cities_. I need to re-read this book.
Time to go home. I found a key. There are now two ways out.