Monday, July 14, 2008

Types of poetry, no pun intended

Not long after reading over the weekend Ron Silliman's statement that "there is no such thing as poetry, only kinds of poetry," I read the passage below, which is somehow juxtaposed with it in my mind:

"Last night I was reading Lord Acton's introduction to a series of lectures on modern history. He offered as a truism that needed no underlining or amplification: 'Historians learn by writing, rather than by reading.' This had never occurred to me. Don't you think we could mak e a fortu n e (my typewriter occasionally splutters and skips spaces with anger) by starting a sanitarium to cure victims of ceaseless reading. Across the alley in back of our house, there is a reducing school. No one eats anything; but pyramids of garbage pile up - so high I sometimes can't force my car through them. This is the food they have left untouched, and the odor of its corruption is like incense, for each betokens a triumph of the will. So it would be with the book-cure; think of all the wonderful-really-necessary-for-one's-occupation-and-piece-of-mind books one could not read each day!" - Lowell to Bishop, December 29, 1955

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Click here for Daisy Fried's letter to the NYTBR in response to Wm. Logan's infamous review of the selected Frank O'Hara - and a letter from someone who points out that "in the early ’60s there was an Olivetti showroom on Fifth Avenue. A pedestal [pictured above] stood in its entrance way, before one entered the actual shop, with an Olivetti mounted atop on which passers-by could type their ruminations."

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Oh, and I'm also blogging you-know-where today!

1 comment:

Unmasked said...

"The greatest and most well-remebered of any discipline were always the first to pracice that discipline and they created the foundations of everything that followed without having ever studied said deiscipline."

Don't know if that makes sense or even fits with the point you're making... but it seemed to to me..