Sunday, January 28, 2007

LESTER SHUE APPROVES OR DISAPPROVES OF POETRY BLURBS

"To think of you alone suffering the poems of these states!": ted berrigan


1) "its haunted, puzzled, delighted aplomb and its self-wounding, self-delighting nouveau Lacanian calculus, desire is the restless remainder of body subtracted from voice, or maybe it's voice from body": No.
2) "are the best of contradictions, coupling tradition with today's sardonic uncertainty.": No.
3) "is qauntum-packed inside its own reality, releasing beams of light and time that bend across the world of human beauty without having ever left the radiant point where the poems begin":No.
4) "positively bristles with intellectual and political energy of a very high order.":No.
5)"here things tend to be rusty, wet, subject to dry rot, incomplete, or just plain out of kilter":Yes.
6) "when poems as intellectually as these are brave enough to take an occasional detour through the heart.":No.
7) "has voraciuosly struggled to unmask what is most painful and hidden in our psyches, and to embody that unmasking in the process of lyric.":No.
8) "feels like standing behind a pane of glass watching the workings of a giant machine: flywheels, the latch catching the sprocket, but somewhere in the clockwork craft and synchronization one realizes a startling and beautiful fact—that this machine, like ourselves, is designed only to keep going.”: Yes.
9) "these poems as crossing the cool, allusive intricacy of Quentin Tarantino with the abstract, intense social passion of Walter Benjamin.": No.

7 comments:

tmancus said...

If your man ain't jealous, I declare he got an evil mind: maybe. This has nothing to do with the blubbers tho.

Lester Shue said...

Mankey,

The shadow cast by your parasol is mighty deep. I love your beard.

tmancus said...

My beard is made out of stain and horseparts. It is glad that it has drawn your endearment.

Morgan Lucas Schuldt said...

Way down in the green woods
Where the animals all play,
They do things and they say things
In a different sort of way--
Instead of sayin' "purple hat,"
They all say "hurple pat."
Instead of sayin' "feed the cat,"
They just say "ceed the fat."
So if you say, "Let's bead a rook
That's billy as can se,"
Your talkin' Runny Babbit talk,
Just like mim and he.

Anonymous said...

It was a missing piece.
And it was not happy.
So it set of in search
of it's missing piece.

And as it strolled along
it sang this song--

"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
Lookin' for my missin' piece."

Anonymous said...

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hello lester

your beard is the last word on blurbs,

three of your beards is worth one
Phil Levine

Mathias Svalina said...

The most ideal blurb I can think of would be "Probing."