An e-mail from someone telling me this is one of the few blogs he reads. Funny! This blog lately so fragmentary and un- (if not exactly anti-) intellectual I can’t imagine why anyone would read it.

Less and less interest in talking about poetry and poetics lately; more in talking about “other essentials of life.”

Sometimes Jordan’s posts are so adeptly mannered I want to… I don’t know… shake him or something. The thing about the peppercorns… made me almost palpably… jealous. And that Oharan thing next to it about chance encounters with other poets, too.

I think someone should do an anthology of poems & other writings about poets’ chance encounters with other poets. Doesn’t the genre well pre-date Ohara? Surely there must be something like that in Baudelaire’s prose. Coleridge wrote about encounters if not chance encounters. And Hazlitt! how could I forget Hazlitt? I seem to remember something in Rodefer’s first book … something about the grid of the city being like lines of energy that lead us to each other. Am I making this up? Will look it up later. But not actually sure I have the book!

For the utmost in utter lack of RIGOR and METHODOLOGY, try ULULATIONS!