Author: Timothy Yu

I’m transcribing something and just typed the name “Clarita” as “Clarity,” who I think should be cast as Trinity’s twin sister in the next Matrix movie.

Jordan remarks of my post yesterday that it “posits a Bernstein vs Vendler critical environment,” which sounds like a retro-80s, poetry-wars-official-verse-culture-langpo-rebellion kind of thing. I guess I’ll have to plead guilty on that one, though it wasn’t my intent. I wonder, though, if we’ve come so far that the pendulum really needs to swing back in the other direction. I…

Nada and Jordan ask “when will psychologically-inflected readings make a comeback.” I guess I feel they’ve never left. I mean, if you take a look at the (few) poetry reviews that (occasionally) appear in the big-name literary reviews, or at back-cover blurbs for big-ticket releases, they’re still by folks like Helen Vendler, Harold Bloom, James Fenton, and the like, who…

Egads–something useful on the Poetics list! It’s an article from the Chicago Tribune: Chicago poetry types sound off about how they’d spend Poetry Magazine’s $100 million windfall.

Back working in the Emory Lee papers–racing the clock till library closing time. But here’s today’s selection, from Lawson Fusao Inada’s “On These Terms,” in the August 1973 issue of Bridge magazine: No. We will continue on these terms, in the passes, among the usual ruins, anonymous and in agreement as always, causing you to call home to delirious people…

Have to get up at an ungodly hour tomorrow to head up to the AAAS conference in San Francisco. I’ll be the bleary-eyed guy wandering the streets in a blazer and name tag.

I was about to put my money where my mouth is and actually send in my post on “Blind Huber” to Amazon as a review. But just before I hit the “Save” button I saw this warning at the bottom of the page: “Submissions become the property of Amazon.com.” Somehow I found that so creepy that I couldn’t do it.…

Holy cow. Mr. Wily Filipino posts an Amazon review by Rob Wilson of Pamela Lu: “…should be required reading for high school prodigies, Wheeler Hall savants, and shopping mall saints.”