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which the poet attempts to create a poem by describing certain curious
idiosyncratic features of its work—boy is it work—such attempts being by nature
rather hermetic, rather unapproachable to the unfamiliar reader being in this
case 99.9% of all readers—even this sarcastic guess being somewhat overly
generous—what percent of the world of readers is a dozen? Rather this attempt
to create a vocabulary will hopefully engender phrases of interest if not
quality thereby enacting a transaction, not of language but of focus—the
entirely hypothetical reader attempting not so much to learn about the poems,
but instead focusing on these new phrases of interest as starting points of a
new conversation or set of considerations, expanding out from the original
intent to unthought heights, spurred by the personal as objective spark
powering new thoughts, thoughts about the world that receive their color and
their content from the internal specificity of the listeners mind and
experience. Thus not only does the reader become co-creator of these new
projections, they are also minions, enacting a function, completing the work.
Dark, formal, comedic, pre-ordained, unprovoked—the work is formally lurching
and rather formless @ least on a grammatic or no on a sensible level--@ least
during the first composition and first read thru—these experiences being
analogous. Upon further reading and through obsessive editing, a shape and a
sense is found whereby the work expresses itself and then works to best embody
those expressions in an optimal form so that the first order of importance is
generation according to a principle which can be as simple and dumb as feeling.
Things are spotting, garbled, ‘wrong’, b/c this is often how life plays out in
experience, also b/c the writers knowledge of writing comes foremost through
doing and only secondly through engagement with a canon or a community. Not for
nothing did the writer spend first year post-college living in the woods.
Therefore much time is spent puzzling out a chain that most likely has already
occurred and is most likely discussed already somewhere else more clear. But this shall be as a strength unto
me. And so puzzling becomes a vaunted feature. Embraced, not downplayed.
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