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 yet no less assured.
All these are instances of non-resolution: of the whole; of the relation to the world; of the world; and of self ownership.