Insular and/or insane
"Explaining John Ashbery’s poetry in a three paragraph blog post is a near impossible task."
Or just explaining it at all, really.
The fact that I even kind of understand the ensuing three paragraphs tells me I need to either go back to grad school or really start focusing on getting a mortgage. I hesitate to suggest there's fault or superiority in either high or low forms of entertainment; I like big-word talk as much as I like little-word talk; I think the real world offers pleasures every bit as physical and nuanced as the fake world generated by the human brain; but I won't hesitate to suggest that in the face of a largely not-in-my-favor tax day, there is no poetry that really stands as "an expression of our relationship with the world and our selves."
Or just explaining it at all, really.
The fact that I even kind of understand the ensuing three paragraphs tells me I need to either go back to grad school or really start focusing on getting a mortgage. I hesitate to suggest there's fault or superiority in either high or low forms of entertainment; I like big-word talk as much as I like little-word talk; I think the real world offers pleasures every bit as physical and nuanced as the fake world generated by the human brain; but I won't hesitate to suggest that in the face of a largely not-in-my-favor tax day, there is no poetry that really stands as "an expression of our relationship with the world and our selves."
Posted by Darby M. Dixon III at 10:40 PM.
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