
If Plato came back today and saw the workshop, craft obsessed nature of poetics, he’d give his approval, but not for reasons poets might like: Plato would approve because the stupidity of inspiration has been removed from the writing of poems.
It’s always a relief to me when I see a book published by somebody outside the “poetry ghetto.”
Picasso wrote this well before Mary Ruefle started publishing books, but if his words could be an egg, Ruefle’s Selected Poems would hatch right out of it.
Ashbery’s translation is the best we have in English so far.
The poetry lesson is that poetry is a practice.
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[Psalm for Third Base]
[What do animals dream?]
[In a Familiar City]
[Blue Note]
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