"A page of Hejinian is..."
well, knotted at each end (but never for praying in) 'cause it's tongue-
shot, a pure eye muff, lip
The start of it comes like the blond wig gone aslant after a nap
--oh wilful sleep!-- & the neglected
books lying near
and reads blotched, primarily from smears when it means to sing,
sincerely,
She's not just lost between "things" (like the catamaran & sea
a dead star
fell into).
Sea or not is just how it feels
Like the amateur trowel too it chips and chips, a line at a time
half-feel, half-real, meaning to be
but ...
5 comments:
HUH ?
meaning to be
but can't ?
I just don't understand what's going on
in this Poetry World.
this is BS !
Precisely the point, Ed
But "meaning to be" was maybe assuming too much
I thought you were tipping your hat to old Archie MacLeish, who was canny enough to field an Ars Poetica (I know what Ed will do with that!) that violates its stated theoretical principles at every turn. Would that Hejinian and her confrères would jettison their theories and try writing for a change....
"Would that Hejinian and her confrères would jettison their theories and try writing for a change...."
Exactly. Hers is the sad case of a fairly decent poet in her own right (judging from some of her more formalist-sounding pieces) suffering horrible disfigurement in the act of writing like Language poets.
I hold her up as model and warning.
Hells' Bells
Joe
&
now that you mentioned it &
the doors and windows are opened
for the ox to go through
the title of my as yet unpubleashaed book jus
happens to be ARS POETIC HER !
the cover image will be in the next issue of Otoliths
if you can get past the
first line
which is
never-the-less
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