Thursday, June 28, 2007

Come Down Off Those Towers!

Working on poem #4, which concerns (in a way) several days of peace and music in a field near Bethel New York, lo these not-quite forty years ago. Trying to make THAT one new (in an Ezra Pound-sense) should be a challenge.

I want to disrupt the narrative a bit in these next poems; step in and out of the text, write a less orderly progression through time.

I was in Holland over the lunch hour yesterday and found a copy of the New York Times at Barnes & Noble.

A small victory in an ongoing crisis.