Sunday afternoon. Cleaning. Decorating–wrapping all of those Christmas lights purchased for the misbegotten book tree around a red table where they look quite festive. It’s all good.
Now I want to begin the end of ModPo, the wonderful poetry MOOC. And it has been enjoyable, informative, even challenging but I’ve lost interest after the New York School. Not wanting to be a quitter however here begins the countdown with the Language Poets. Ron Silliman’s “Albany.”
That we are “languaged” beings is not a phrase I’ve ever heard or considered before but it is often used in ModPo especially now in this time of the ‘language poets.’ I like it and, more surprisingly, the language poets with their disjointed memoir-poems are both readable and fascinating. I’ll say more tomorrow and include an excerpt but now I’m tired and a review of the first four seasons of Downton Abbey will be on soon. Can’t miss that.
Here’s the weekend in a couple of photos.