Guess who is too worn out from a little work on the revision of his scifi novel to do a real entry today?  So I leafed through the issue of Bomb I plan to write a Small Press Review column of mine and found an interesting set of four poems.  The text of each was a single unpunctuated line of words in lower-case letters that went entirely around the perimeter of its page just once.  To get a complete poem, I had to scan what’s above, pressing down to get the inner lines.  When I saw that it was probably as interesting as the originals, I decided to save work, an’ be a creative artist myself, by leaving it as it was.

It which began, by the way, “the concept must be graspable at the outset of verily . . .” than goes langpoic.  Interesting.  I commend Bomb for having it.  The set is called, “Poems.”  The Upper-Case P surprised.  Author: Anselm Berrigan.  A New Yorker (like Richard Kostelanetz, a leading pioneer of innovative text-placement like Berrigan’s), it would seem, since he is poetry editor of a magazine called The Brooklyn Rail.

I was a big fan of Bomb for a while, and continue to consider it a superior arts publication.  But I was annoyed to find out recently that it does not accept unsolicited submissions.  Which makes it unsurprising that it is published in Brooklyn.

I had planned a really soopeariur essay for today on the involvement of urceptual persona in poems and other artworks.  I had a heap of good ideas for it.  I’ll be busy with household work tomorrow, so it may be awhile before I get to it.  I hope all my ideas for it haven’t deserted me by then.
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