blogger.com is malignant
Today's new word is: "Malignant," as in "Showing great malevolence; disposed to do evil," as in "I want to post a comment to a friend but blogger.com won't let me unless I log-in" … and I don't want to log-in/ join/ be one of the chosen few at blogger.com. Call me happy with WordPress. It is a bit like in Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? Ulysses Everett McGill shouting, "I don't want Fop, goddamn it! I'm a Dapper Dan man!" Is this a gated community in poetry? Oi, blogger.com poets, what's up with your fascist system?
You see, I wanted to post a comment on Kinemapoetics who summed up the whole Mary Oliver and Dead, Dead, Dead Kitty debate in a few simple sentences. Part of which runs:
It seems that ultimately, a conversation like this is for the speakers and not the subject … we encounter the world and respond with either That is like me or That is not me. In poetry, we negotiate similarly: I identify with this aesthetic. I do not identify with this aesthetic.
When you reject, are you confident you know where your baby is? Or is it out there, tumbling away with the tepid bathwater?
And how do you know?
That's brilliant! I want to say something but I can't because I am not of the right blogger.com caste; so Charles Jensen, if you're out there, I really dig what you have to say. Drop me a line, sometime, Cheers!
November 16th, 2005 at 11:36 am
Well, howdy—I had just added you to my blogroll today since Eduardo links to you, like, three times a week.
Thanks for the nod!
November 16th, 2005 at 4:41 pm
The more I re-read your post the more I am tickled by lines like: “Oliver [may have] achieved a level of fame in which she is dehumanized, less a poet than a machine or other faceless celebrity. Mary Oliver might be the Paris Hilton of poetry (that’s hot).” Thanks for writing; that’s great, you go!