Thursday, February 08, 2007
The following is one fascinating piece of writing among a new volume full of fascinating pieces. The one below is unique in multiple pleasant and ironic ways because as I see it, it consists of many sided (or, octagonal, anyone?) questions that are at once sacred and profane, sad yet comic, necessary yet hardly ever asked the way they might be asked, as here:
from PP/FF: an anthology (Starcherone Books, 2006) * --on which volume I just finished a review due out shortly in one of my all-time favorite poetics-journals, Sentence: a Journal of Prose Poetics (Fire-wheel Editions, 2007) :
by Thom Ward, "The Invention of Where"
How do you keep the four guys who hate you away from the five who are undecided? Isn't not to be chosen still a choice? What's forgiveness without oblivion? Were incompetence a crime, wouldn't everyone be convicts? And where would we put them? Is there a place dreams meander to dream? Now that we know beauty is merciless, what good is it? When old Spot leaves his spots all over the couch, the recliner, the rug, where, besides the vet, will he go? Isn't heaven just another name for Special Ed.? How do you respond to the white-gloved proctologist? If I fall in the woods and finally stop talking, could anyone else get a word in edgewise? Aren't most of these hours just stand-up tragedy? What's the purpose of ice and Triple Sec without a blender? Even if I was lucky enough to concoct an original thought, where would I put it?
* PP/FF:an anthology. Peter Connors, editor (Starcherone Books, 2006)
Wow on many counts, my friends. Go get a copy
of PP/FF ASAP, Y'all . . .