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the point of it

so around my blog there’s notes defining the value of art

how irrelevant – energetically dissolved – their content is, internal to the work only.

and poetry

Figuration should – I hope – inch us closer to the everyday world, by momentarily suspending the necessity of anything outside its language. 

and criticism

challenge our ideas about ‘everyday life’ so that we can think about it again, despite our immiseration

but what about specifically these poems, especially if they are new lines romantic lyric poems? Ron Silliman talks about the “deeper chaos” to some of Jack Spicer’s work; I hope that these poems fulfil their aesthetic role when ‘voice’ is more disordered.