(First set of notes here)
Second-half standouts:
Ruth Madievsky, "Paragard": "I was in a lecture hall, explaining how the copper IUD works..."
Brendan Constantine's conversation with Alan Fox. Among BC's provocative statements:
And also:
Second-half standouts:
Ruth Madievsky, "Paragard": "I was in a lecture hall, explaining how the copper IUD works..."
Brendan Constantine's conversation with Alan Fox. Among BC's provocative statements:
I just had a conversation with a poet I can't name, who was very angry because they felt that the internet was flooded with lots of mediocre poetry. Now anyone can put a badge on their shirt that says "Poet" and communicate with ohter poets and have all this great access, the world, the media, the "readers" are overwhelmed with bad work, and thus can't find or recognize where the "good" work is. That is a paranoia I don't share. It's an argument I've heard, over and over, that bad poetry somehow diminishes our joy and plight. That if the "bad" poets are allowed to publish, it destroys connoisseurship. I don't see that to be the case. I think that every great artist, like every great art critic, will die ignorant of most of the good art in their time. That's been true of virtually every generation. I mean, why else does it seem that half the work that ultimately "comes to define a generation" is discovered posthumously.
And also:
If you're lucky enough to live a good long life, you're going to see most of your cherished profundities reduced to trivia, and virtually every banality celebrated.
Well...
Date: 2016-06-06 09:29 am (UTC)From: