Entry 628 — New Vocational Triumphs « POETICKS-

Entry 628 — New Vocational Triumphs « POETICKS

Entry 628 — New Vocational Triumphs

Just when I thought my visual poetry career was going nowhere, I had a pleasant surprise at an Arts & Humanities gathering last night. It was an annual affair where local visimagists get together with people representing public places. The latter look over the works brought to the event, three pieces per artist, and offer exhibition space to those whose work they like. A bank lobby, for instance. I went to one of these long ago, but my work wasn’t chosen, and while I’m (probably insanely) persistant at continuing to make art, I have just about no stick-to-it-ive-ness so far as getting it to where people can see it and maybe like it. Well, with the encouragement of Olivia and Judy, of the Arts & Humanities Council, and thinking maybe now that I had my current exhibition, someone might think me worthy of another elsewhere, I brought the following three pieces to the main library, where the affair was:

I was going for accessibility with the top two. I added the bottom one to show a little of what I was doing with long division and color. In any case, I’m now down for three more exhibitions, two more this year and one in 2013.

I got to talk with fellow artists, too. One of them did abstract-expressionist stuff with the word, “love,” embedded in them–another local visual poet! I came across another artist who uses some kind of transparent, screenlike fabric in her work: she paints an image on it and hangs it in front of regular fabric with a background painted on it. I thought it worked really well, and have vague ideas on what I might do with it. So, quite a good hour or so!

laptop computer deals

This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 18th, 2012 at 12:00 AM and is filed under Autobiographica, Visual Poetry Specimen. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

One Response to “Entry 628 — New Vocational Triumphs”

marton koppany says:

18 January 12 at 12:28 PM

Good news. Congratulations, Bob!

Entry 532 — A New Conquest by Math Poetry « POETICKS

Entry 532 — A New Conquest by Math Poetry

Yesterday I posted “A Page for Mrs. Lasher’s Class” after a teacher in San Antonio e.mailed me that she had introduced her elementary schoolchildren to mathematical poetry, using one of mine as a demonstration specimen. Very nice to get the e.mail. My problem is that I always over-react to such things: just about as soon as I’d read the e.mail, I was organizing a tour of the nation’s elementary schools, and picking poems I’d present and speak about. I got over that quickly enough. I’m in friendly contact with Mrs. Lasher, and do expect to do other things with her and her classes. They have a slide show of their poems up at http://blogs.neisd.net/dlashe. I hope to comment on them–but, yow, how difficult it is (again, although I feel moderately chipper) to get myself started on what should not be all that hard. In fact, it should be fun, and contribute toward the book of and about pluraesthetic poetry I’ve always had it in the back of my brain to put together (and have occasionally written short pieces I thought might go into such a books, including a Powerpoint Presentation of one of my full-scale visio-mathematical poems, which has been one of the recent jobs I started then dropped during the past month or so.

It’s around ten in the morning as I write this, by the way. I just took two APCs and a pain pill with some opiate in it to see if it would help. First time in a week or so I’ve fallen off the wagon. I’ll be very upset with myself if I don’t get anything done. I think the boost is beginning: I’m now going to write a reply to a letter from Jody Offer I should have gotten off to her three weeks or more ago. I can use what I’ve typed above for part of it! Without double-use, I don’t think I’d ever get anything done! Almost all my poems start with, or or significantly advanced, by scraps from earlier poems (used or discarded), or other people’s poems. My letter will also repeat the one letter I did get done this week–to Arnold Skemer.

Wow, now I’[m excited about something I should be excited about–although it’s one more bit of evidence how backward I am: I found I hadn’t saved my letter to Arnold so found the hard copy of it I had saved, meaning to copy it–with my typing fingers. Then I remembered seeing “OCR” in conjunction with my new printer/scanner, and how it had then occurred to me that my scanner might be able to convert printed text to a computer file. So I tried it and it did! As I expect everyone reading this will have known. It’d really be terrific if it worked with cursive texts but I doubt that it would. I’d love to convert my old diary entries to a computer file. My diary is incredibly boring but does have a few items of interest. I’ve always wondered if it had enough such items for any kind of autobiographical sketch long enough to be worth doing. Other than that, I could search it for various trips I’ve made when wanting its date or the like. I could not bear reading through them to find something like that.

Gah, I got so excited about scanning my diary pages that I jumped and went to the file drawer I’d had them in for fifteen or more years. Naturally, they were not there. I’d organized them to who-knows-where. I was going to test one.

How I wish I could get ten or fifteen of my visual poetry friends like Geof to visit me and go through my house to find out exactly what was where–or maybe just Geof, because he’d love to do it.

* * * * It’s now noon, and I have written a letter. The day will not be a complete wipe-out.

Toshiba Laptop

This entry was posted on Friday, October 14th, 2011 at 12:00 AM and is filed under Announcements, Autobiographica. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

Entry 1201 — The Obversopher « POETICKS

Entry 1201 — The Obversopher

Yesterday I came up with another new word, “obversopher,” for “opposite of versosopher.” A propagandist is an obversopher who wants his understanding of some belief system to triumph whether true or not. An obtusopher is an obversopher who wants his understanding of some belief system to triumph in spite of its invalidity because he truly fails to realize it is invalid. A verosophers wants the truth to triumph regardless of whether it validates some belief system of his or not.

I’m confused about the book I thought I was going to write about propagandism. The above is part of my flounder to find a Unifying Principle for it.

I need a list of propagandistic techniques and of examples of obtusophical irrationality. I probably should list everything that could possibly be on either list then get them appropriately organized. Wishlexia. Varieties of distraction. Use of logical fallacies. Cherry-Picking. Insults. Decontextualization.

Nothing more today. Earlier an important external hard drive crashed and I lost two hours taking it to Staples to have it looked at. My data may be retrievable, but I won’t find out for at least another six hours. I was worried that I’d lost many good graphic images. The drive had been for back-ups, but I’d begun using it as my only storage place for a lot of stuff–because I feared a computer crash, not an external drive crash. Very stupid. But lucky, for most of the data on the drive was (as I finally remembered after not finding it anywhere on any of my computers) from another external drive of mine, and most everything else recent was on a flash drive that I use to take things from my main computer to the one I use for my blog. But now a thunderstorm is giving me trouble. It zapped a half hour of work a few minutes ago. So I want to get this posted right now.

High Speed Service

This entry was posted on Monday, September 2nd, 2013 at 12:00 AM and is filed under Autobiographica, Grumman coinage. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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Entry 83 — MATO2, Chapter 1.05

Saturday, January 23rd, 2010

About a week later I heard from one of my California writer friends, Moya Sinclair, who called me a little after eight in the evening sounding very cheerful and energetic. She, Annie Stanton, quite a good linguexpressive poet, Diane Walker, well-known as a television actress under her maiden name, Brewster, who had literary ambitions and was quite bright but never to my knowledge broke beyond the talented dabbler stage, and I had been a few years earlier the main members of a little writers’ group at Valley Junior College in the San Fernando Valley presided over by Les Boston, a professor there. Technically, we were doing independent studies with Dr. Boston, but in reality we friends who met weekly to discuss one another’s writing, mine at the time plays. Annie and Diane were about ten years older than I, Moya close to eighty by the time of her phone call, and she was in a convalescent home. Her circulatory system had slowly been wearing out. I fear she died there, for I never heard from her again. Both Annie and Diane died around then in their early sixties, huge unexpected losses for me.

Moya reported that Annie had been over for a visit and had left my book with her. Moya said she’d been reading parts of it and found it beautifully written, etc. She had a few adverse comments on it, too–on Geof’s word for one-word poem (“pwoermd”), for instance, but that was to be expected. Moya, for years working on an autobiographical novel, was pretty wedded to the old standards. We had a fine chat that boosted my spirits a good deal. She represented one of the main kinds of readers I hoped would like my book.

A day later I got a very positive letter from Jack Moskovitz about my book, and a lukewarm one about it from Geof. Geof, as I remember, felt I should have lightened up on the Grummaniacal coinages. I think he was right. I believe one of the things I tried to do in my two revisions of the book was to cut down on them.

The next day, according to my diary, I got lots of letters, mostly from people I sent my book to, and for the most part complimentary though Jody Offer, a California poet/playwright friend of mine, felt I got too advanced in parts–I’m sure in part because of my terminology. I was finding out, though, that my book was not as geared for non-experts as I’d hoped.

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Entry 353 — A Newly Revised Mathemaku « POETICKS

Entry 353 — A Newly Revised Mathemaku

Click the thumbnail below to get to one of my recent mathemaku, elaborately gussied up. I spent a ridiculous amount of time on it at Paint Shop. “Mathemaku in Praise of Reading, No. 1″:

I don’t like it. It seems trivial to me. I hope that’s because I’m in the ol’ null zone again, but I don’t think so.

Later note (8 P.M. 19 January): I’m feeling a bit better, mainly because I’m finally listening to records again after being without a local classical music station or a functioning phonograph or the money to buy many CDs for several years until getting a phonograph with software allowing me to transfer my records to my computer and thence, if I want, to CDs. Tannhauser. Also, I had a glass of Mountain Dew and it may have given me a boost. In any case, I sat down and did half of my next column for Small Press Review.

I also came up with a retort to Geof’s recent comment that if you think you’re speaking for the truth, the game is already lost: if you are not concerned with speaking for the truth, the game will be too easy to win to be worth playing.

This entry was posted on Thursday, January 20th, 2011 at 12:00 AM and is filed under Autobiographica, Mathematical Poetry Specimen. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

2 Responses to “Entry 353 — A Newly Revised Mathemaku”

Geof Huth says:

20 January 11 at 5:08 PM

Truth is whatever cannot be believed.
Bob Grumman says:

20 January 11 at 7:34 PM

What if I can’t believe your statement is the stupidest one I’ve ever read, Geof?

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Entry 811 — Monet & Minor News and Thoughts

Thursday, July 26th, 2012

Below is Monet’s Regatta at Argenteuil. It’s from a calendar I’ve had hanging in my computer room for several years because I like it so much. I now have a second interest in it: using it in one of my long division poems. I want to do that because of an event the local visual arts center I belong to (which has a building where it has classes and puts on exhibitions, one of them a yearly national one, albeit none of them are what anyone would call close to the cutting edge) is sponsoring. Many of its painters are painting copies of Monet works, and poets have been invited to submit poems about Monet works to be show with the paintings. There is probably a reading, too. I thought it would be amusing to submit one of my poems, and I’d love to be able to use Regatta at Argenteuil. I have another couple of months I’ve just found out. I thought I needed to get it done by August. Which is why I scanned my copy of the painting a while ago, making it available for this entry, one more that I had nothing much else for.

I can’t think of anything to go with the painting. I haven’t had very few ideas for the past three or four months, and none I was interested in to do more than jot down somewhere. Last years bout this time I found out about a contest the magazine Rattle has every year. One can submit up to 4 poems to it, and I knew it had published some visual poems at one time, so was inspired to make a set of four long division poems for the contest, four that I still think are among my best. They never arrived because I didn’t put enough stamps on the envelope I sent them in, unaware of the latest cost of sending. I wish I could try again–this deadline is 1 August–but no ideas. And the poems have to be unpublished. I should be saving poems for contests, especially for one like this that I know will occur yearly, but I tend either to post them here, or send them to the latest editors who have invited work from me. Another problem for me is that I’m often unsure whether or not a particular poem of mine has appeared anywhere. The main problem, of course, is that I’m so unprolific. I could do a bunch of Poem poems at just about any time, I think, but I don’t consider them good for contests because so dependent on my main character, whom I believe hard to take to until exposed to a number of times. If even then.

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Since this is another of my extremely lackadaisical entries, here’s a post by Stephen Russell and my responses to it at New-Poetry:

My list would be a lot different, but yours at least is half unconventional. Also, I’d stay away from your title. I’d go with “My Favorite Poems of the Past 25 Years In English That I’m Familiar With.”

“By Others.” I feel sorry for any poet who doesn’t include many of his own poems among his favorites, however much he should realize how subjective his choice is.

Getting the dates right would be hard. I’d rather go with my favorite all-time poems. Incredibly hard, though—like which of Stevens’s poems do I like best? I think to simplify, I’d limit myself to one poem per poet. Otherwise, 39 Stevenses and 38 Frosts. No Merwins or Ashberys, that’s for sure.

From: stephen russell

Sent: Thursday, July 26, 2012 3:35 PM

To: NewPoetry List

Subject: Re: [New-Poetry] What Are the Best Poems of the Past 25 Years?

The Folding Cliffs, W.S. Merwin

(Epic poem about Hawaii.)

Deed, Rod Smith

(The title acts as an extended methaphor (or is that metaphor?)… for nation building).

Eunoia, Christian Bok.

The work that introduced univolics. At least I was introduced to the concept thanks to Bok.

(Neither his work (Bok’s), or Kenneth Goldsmith’s should be considered Da Da. Da Da was composed of quick improvs and manifestos (in large part). Not so, the work of aforementioned poets. )

I disagree with this: what counts is the finished poem, not how it was done.

When was Self Portrait in the Convex Mirror published? The title poem was shockingly non non-referential.

The Age of Huts by Ron Silliman should be considered simply for its ambition, the size of the thing.

Size may not be even the most important indicator of ambition.

I don’t consider myself well enough versed in other stream poets to mention an actual title as of yet.

Are we embarrassing yet?

–Bob

(The last bit is a reference to someone’s calling a thread Stephen and I were on an embarrassment.)

Slightly later, I made a second response: “Another bit of my boilerplate is that I’d want to make a list of what poems of the ones I’m familiar with I consider the most important, many of which may not be on my list of “best poems.” One or two might not even be poems.”

system memory upgrade

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Entry 727 — Analysis of One’s Own Poems

Thursday, May 3rd, 2012

From Stephen Russell, at New-Poetry: “Occupy mainstream poetry. I bet Grumman would be on board.”

Me: “Not quite. Too many differences, one being that I consider that otherstream poets are the one-percent—the less-than-one-percent, actually–and that they are superior to mainstream poets whereas I consider the political occupiers inferior to the “one-percent” they are concerned with. Another is that I believe in attacking groups I have differences with, with arguments, not crowds: it’s who has the better thinking that counts for me, not who has the most votes, or the equivalent.”

Russell: “But seriously . . . it is clear that many ‘poets’ do not study poetry.”

Me: “I’ve been thinking along those lines the past few days, too—because of a current project of mine, writing analyses of each of my poems. A lawyer friend giving me extremely helpful layman feed-back seems to like my analyses but wondered if a poet analyzing his own poems might not be a tad narcissistic. I do think I’m more self-involved than many, but in this case involved with my vocation, not really my self. One defense I used was that no one else was analyzing my poems. They seem to need it, too, because of their unusualness. Also, I analyze lots of poems by others , too. Later, I realized that all poets must analyze their own poems to some degree, even if they don’t necessarily do so formally, or even write out their analyses. All writers—even lawyers writing position papers—must analyze their own writings.

“Immediately I questioned that: I have trouble imagining a writer simply composing something without looking it over to see what he’s done and if there’s any way he can make it better, but I suppose there must be some who do. A more interesting question is to what degree various poets analyze their own poems. I doubt that many analyze them anywhere near as much as I analyze mine. Is that good or bad? Or neither: a matter of to each his own? My own compulsion to analyze makes it hard for me not to believe those significantly less analytical than I deficient as students of poetry, and that their poems suffer a lack of depth due to it. Not that the over-analyticals’ poems don’t likely suffer from an excess of Important Meaning.”

Cash Advance

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Elderly Codger Health Report « POETICKS

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Entry 1685 — Two Plumbing Updates

Wednesday, January 7th, 2015

Yesterday, thinking about today’s appointment with my cardiologist when I would find out how the carotid artery exam I had last week came out, I thought how much finding out my carotid arteries were okay would boost me out of my current zone, which is a better zone than my null zone, but only barely. Well, I got what I was told was good news: 25% blockage in the left artery, 30% in the right. This doesn’t sound very good to me but is good for someone my age. You’re not in bad shape until the blockage reaches 70%. Note: I’m not sure the percentage refers to blockage, only that it’s something that would be zero for a artery in perfect condition.

I was relieved, but it didn’t have much effect on me. Why? Well, last night, around nine, my bedtime, I noticed some water seeping into my bathroom. This has happened before at least twice due to my A/C ‘s having a clogged drainage tube, so I checked that. The tube seemed okay. I thought about calling the company I bought the A/C from but decided to wait until morning to avoid an extra charge, The seepage seemed very slow. But it keep on, so I eventually called in a guy I thought would be able to do something about the leak regardless of whether or not it was an A/C problem or a damaged pipe. He turned out to be only an A/C specialist. Sometime after one A.M., he basically gave up. My A/C’s drainage system had nothing wrong with it, he said, but he put a cap on a tube inside the house that was supposed to be on whatever the tube was. Its being off may have caused the problem. It made no sense to me, and he thought it unlikely. So I was as bad off as I’d been when I’d called him in, except that I was out his $129 fee for an emergency visit. (A daytime visit would have cost $100 less.)

I took a sleeping pill to make sure I got some sleep, thinking it might be difficult for me to. But I went back to a thriller I was reading for a while, then checked the leak to make sure it wasn’t worsening. It had stopped. I watched where the water had been seeping in, which I’d dried. No seepage. Yes, my bad luck turned out to be less bad than I had feared. The area has now been dry for almost 24 hours. I still worry that it’ll return, but it hasn’t yet. It was enough to mess up my day today, though. I did get four hours of sleep, but the day after I use a sleeping pill, I usually feel a crappiness different from the way I general feel–not replacing it, but adding to it. In short, I had a crummy day. Hence, this old man whine for today’s entry here.
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Entry 1643 — A Drooby Day

Wednesday, November 26th, 2014

A cold day for Florida today: around sixty but very windy, seemingly from every direction. I went out in it on my bike to the clinic I’ve been having physical therapy at for my final session. It consisted mostly of a massage. I have improved a good deal because of the therapy. I may be back to about where I was a month or so ago except that I lack the running stamina I had then, although that was not all that much, and I can’t take off in anything like a true sprint the way I was almost able too at my best this past summer (and seeming then to be becoming better at). I’m finally seriously exercising and have a reasonable hope of becoming a seventy-year-old in good shape again in another month or so, if I can keep doing my exercises.

My latest strange symptom of who knows what–a kind of pressure near my . . . sternum? I just looked it up: yes, the sternum, but the bottom of it. It seems to have subsided. I still think I have a touch of stomach cancer, naturally, being the way I am, but am not yet ready to go to my doctor about it.

When I started this entry, I wasn’t planning to bore you with my latest elderly codger health report, but had nothing else to say, so it just droobed out. And I ain’t got no more to say.
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Entry 623 — My Decline « POETICKS

Entry 623 — My Decline

Well, according to astrology, I’ve begun to decline vocationally after reaching my peak a week or two ago. It wasn’t much of a peak. I got my art on display, but doubt that more than a handful of people have looked at it, and probably no more than one or two has really looked at it. I haven’t been very productive, either. I’m going to return to my Shakespeare book today (after a little head-start last night). My intention is to either finish it, or–if I have significant trouble with it–switch to another project of mine, a non-fiction book that may be of general-interest but I’ll say no more about–to keep its theme, which is original, I think, and will be its main selling point, a secret. I will say that it’s about life in general, not about Shakespeare, psychology or poetics.

To make this entry more than a diary entry, here’s a poem of mine from a year or so ago. I posted it then, but just now made a slight change to it, making a whole new poem. I changed “full” to “certain.” I decided the implication that I’d come to understand everything was dumb. Now what kind of understanding I’d achieved is unclear, but should come across as Important. I don’t know whether this poem became visual later; I don’t think it did. I think it may work best as is, but who knows.

Hotel Reservation

This entry was posted on Friday, January 13th, 2012 at 12:00 AM and is filed under Autobiographica, Bob Grumman, Mathematical Poetry Specimen. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

Entry 385 — My Most-Used Coinage « POETICKS

Entry 385 — My Most-Used Coinage

On 2/21/2011 3:21 AM, Jake Berry wrote:

Bob,  Hope this finds you well. I'm working on an essay and I'd like to use your term 'otherstream', but I want to quote your definition of the word directly. I haven't been able to find it on the internet and I have no idea where it might be among all my books and papers. So how would you define it?  Best, Jake

Terrific hearing from you, Jake–although it makes me feel guilty by reminding me of what a horrible correspondent I’ve been for going on ten years or more. So many people I haven’t kept in touch with but should have! Although I do keep up with you on the Internet.

Ah, the old days when I was one of the Kings of the . . . Otherstream because I owned my own Xerox! I’ve had some ungood years since then. 2010 was possibly the worst year I’ve had in thirty years. But this year, so far, is going pretty well, although right now I’m in my null zone again.

Maybe not–your e.mail has me at least partway out of it. Great to know someone still likes my coinage, and it was fun doing my own search for it on the Internet. I found an article about Dale Jensen and his wife, Judy Wells, in which the term was used, followed by a comment by Jack Foley (good ol’ Jack) declaring that Andrew Joron had not coined “otherstream,” Bob Grumman had!

Somewhere else some guy took credit for coining it in 1996. My guess is that I first used it around 1985, so it has just has its 25th anniversary. If I, indeed, was the first to use it. Who knows if I did or not. I don’t care. I mean, it’d be nice to know for sure some word that more than a few people use was my word, but I’m really not that big about getting credit. I want money, not credit!

Oh, I also found out there are various businesses calling themselves “otherstream” this or that, including, I think, a broadcast network.

So, a definition. I’ve defined it in different although similar ways. I think I would say that “otherstream” is my adjective for kinds works of art the great majority of arts academics, well-known critics, commercial publishers and commercial magazine editors know little more than the names of, if that. A brief definition: art that’s now taught in college classes. For me, it means approximately but only approximately the opposite of “mainstream.” What it’s the exact opposite of is “knownstream.” That’s because some art is knownstream, like certain kinds of very formal verse–the sestina, say, is well-known to most literature professors but is not what you’d call a kind of mainstream poetry. I don’t think cowboy poems are considered mainstream, either, or though fairly popular. I used it mainly for visual poetry, sound poetry and language poetry when I began using it, but some language poetry has become mainstream.

Hope this helps. Thanks for wanting to use the word, which I think is a useful one. And for inspiring me to write what I have here, which I can now use for today’s entry in my blog! Make sure to link me to your essay when it’s online, or send it to me if it’s printed–with the hundred dollar royalty fee I charge for the use of any of my coinages. (You can use “knownstream,” also mine, for half-price.)

all best, Bob

This entry was posted on Monday, February 21st, 2011 at 12:00 AM and is filed under Andrew Joron, Artists Mentioned in Entries, Autobiographica, Dale Jensen, Grumman coinage, Jack Foley, Jake Berry, Judy Wells. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

Entry 1109 — Still Trying to Get People To Appreciate My Urine « POETICKS

Entry 1109 — Still Trying to Get People To Appreciate My Urine

The other day I was thinking about early childhood, how it is for most of us idyllic before we’re sent off to school. What particularly grabbed me was the simple fact that when you’re very young, everything is new. And important! And magical! Imagine a world in which one can enter a dark room, push a switch, and fill the room with light! What could possibly be more magical than that? For a while, I think my ability to fill a bottle with this beautiful yellow liquid that came so easily out of the thing hanging between my legs was a miracle–one, furthermore, that only I was capable of. I kept a jar of the liquid which I showed my sister and a friend of hers–because I thought they’d appreciate it. But my mother noticed. No mother around now to do the same for the following two poems, both of which are miracles:

I’m sure they’ve been on exhibit here before, but the second has been spruced up. Each represents, it seems to me, all I’ve learned over the years as a poet. Keats is a source for both, but especially the first. Does anyone read him anymore? The Grimms’ Fairy Tales my mother read to me and my sister are another. Poetry, I suspect, has been my way of trying to return not to the Faereality of my childhood but to the wonderful paths I was sure would lead into it. One of them (the most important?) pre-sleep bedtime when I got to within a tenth-of-a-poem of daydreaming all the way into the wonderful secret world story characters lived in, comic book characters soon prominent among them.

Country Inns and Suites

This entry was posted on Monday, June 3rd, 2013 at 12:00 AM and is filed under Autobiographica, Mathematical Poetry Specimen. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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