Tuesday, September 27, 2005
It's funny, how what eyes you bring to the game becomes part of the score: I like this Martha Ronk poem Josh Corey samples (~ 3 paragraphs down), though I'd've described it as a poem owing much of itself to Stevens, some to Williams, and a fair bit of its phrasing to Merwin (that penultimate line is so Merwin, to me, that if I conceived of it I'd probably be too embarrassed to write it down or, if I did, to show it to anybody). And not much in the way of post-avant. But that's just me.
