Ron Silliman posts the answers to his quiz, along with the vast array of responses. Check your work. Well, it turns out I obviously should have recognized poem A, having read Black Dog Songs just a few weeks ago, but apparently my memory isn’t what it used to be. Or–more likely–that I actively resisted trying to think about who had…
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All that said, what I really find kind of touching is that no one chose to ruin Ron’s game by identifying any of the poets, even when they obviously knew who the poets were.
Kasey, Jonathan Mayhew, Chris Murray, and Shanna Compton, among others, take Ron Silliman’s test of poetry. Kasey joins me in challenging the terms of the test, arguing that artificially stripping a poem of its author “is counterproductive to one of the main goals of any sustained reading of poets and poetry: to establish connections between social relations and practice, community…
Mme Chatelaine on bubble-head Chang-Rae Lee.
Removement Hairy, fat saggy body with scalpels and staplers connects riverboat services a treatable cause of “failed” lower back syndrome a series of six cases (abstract) Dry needling with inability to heel walk. It’s not a real penis. The pressure on the other gluteus medius: inter-rater agreement, effect of treatment as a cause of shoulder pain versus high velocity low…
I sometimes wonder about the purpose of “test of poetry” games like the one Ron Silliman is currently running. Ron says he’s not interested in what one commenter called the “gotcha” element of showing, say, how a lousy poem might be written by a poet we call “great” and an oustanding poem could be written by an unknown; or, to…
Why don’t my permalinks work anymore?
An incertain plume visits Lee Bontecou at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago.
Gabe Gudding reports on his reading at Myopic Books on Sunday night, and on how he is not a barbarian. Bill Allegrezza found it funny, except for the dolphin-killing part.
Farewell, old illegible template; hello, garish but marginally more readable template. Making the transfer was terrifying, like an Easter egg race or disarming a bomb. At least I no longer look like I’m stuck in mid-2003. But the blog no longer looks like “me.” For one thing, I’m wider.