I am not reading (nor writing) enough to warrant keeping it, but hey.
- the general feature of my verse would I hope be classed as a sort of calm or tranquil variable foot.
- Zukofksy writes to music rather than himself, but he misses history (or rather we do so now: at the time he may not have been in the control group); Olson’s speech misses that music; LANGUAGE ignores both of those blinds, and so lifts poetry outside of itself, which all contemporary poetry has to free itself from, be a language uncataylsed by those blinds or noise, in e.g. an anti-habitual poetic.
- what is good in poetry is mastery of technique, and when pushed to its limits that ceases to exist, in e.g. conviction in the poem becoming apathy.
These points don’t fit together obviously, but I guess that’s why the blog exists.