I have never thought of myself as an experimental writer, but this project is clearly a step into un- or at least under- charted territory. My idea is to write briefly from time to time mostly about my writing and whatever I might be thinking about poetry at the moment. Other subjects music, politics, etc. Blogs have been around for a while now, but to date I haven't seen a genuinely good one devoted to contemporary poetry, so it may prove that there is no audience for such an endeavor.
But this project isn't about audience. The fact that the blog has the potential to carry forward the best elements of a journal and seems inherently prone to digressive, if not absolutely plotless, prose gives me hope that this form might prove amenable to critical thinking.
That thought I had had implanted in my poor brain by reading the ongoing blog of my nephew Daniel , in those days a philosophy-journalism undergrad at Hillsdale College, who was posting his philosophy papers online.
Ten years is an eon in the age of the internet, and my blogging has changed substantially over that period. Others were the result of the blog itself. I was able to articulate a set of concerns I had and largely still have about the state of poetry, and I was able to disseminate these concerns beyond the confines of my PC quickly and over a wider geographic distance than I had ever imagined. I have been amazed β and continue to be β at just how far my work has spread without all that much translation, and to this date still no books in a foreign language.
One forgets just how thoroughly internalized the smell of fog can be, how entirely comforting, familiar. We found at least pages of material that we will need to be adding to the forthcoming Collected Poems. Great concert, great acoustics β the quartet spread out and used the entire building as a sound-box for their work. Does the mailman read my blog? While I was gone, I received exactly one book and one magazine.
