Friday, June 24, 2005

Charles Barkley Said.

At moments like these, I become philosophical, remembering the words of that sage, C.B., who said, "In a seven game series, the best team always wins."

I'm referring, of course, to the Pistons' loss to the Spurs. As I lay, desolate, in bed this morning, I told my husband that I thought that ultimately, the Spurs were just a little better than the Pistons. Duncan showed his true mettle, and I will acknowledge that Ginobli was pretty much revelatory. I love the Pistons--their no-star team ethos, for instance. I could go on, but I won't.

[Anyone who was rooting for the Spurs--you know who you are!--who's tempted to gloat about their triumph had better not, at least not around me, or our friendship will be over. OVER!]

Okay, so now the long winter until basketball starts again. In the meantime, my writing has been going well, so well that now I actually can conceptualize this rather lengthy piece of writing, so well, in fact, that I look forward to writing, that I actually believe, for the first time in a long time, that it's within my power to do this thing. Just so you know. Thanks to middlebrow for his research on behalf of my question, which is still open, by the way. You don't have to be an expert--in fact, I'd rather you weren't--to tell me your anecdotal evidence about whether poetry thrives or withers at the present cultural moment. So tell me, for the love of God and for the sake of science: what do you know?


  1. I actually sort-of responded to the question over at Middlebrow's.

  2. Yes, I saw it. Do you by any chance have that issue of the Sun still?

  3. Yes, I do. I'll get it for you. Wyoming Poet Laureate guy (sorry I don't want to get his name wrong without looking at it) is really interesting. I rather like his work, as bucolic as it is. (It isn't really, but I really like poets from our region who step up to the plate, as it were.) I'll bring the issue back to the SWC. It was a donation of the ever hip and cool Elisa S.

  4. Mom says there are more readings, open mics, and slams in the Seattle/Tacoma area than ever before. Perhaps it's that she's just beginning to notice them (?). I wonder how long poetry will continue to be published in the New Yorker (until the next new editorship?); when that goes away so will 90% of my exposure to contemporary poetry. I don't really seek it out and I tend to blip over it if I see it in anthologies. :( I have become a very lazy reader, one who is unwilling to spend the time and mental effort to unpack a dense poem. I'd rather read light verse or the Onion. I bet if I asked twenty-five Angelenos if they could name a relevant contemporary poet (or any contemporary poet for that matter), no one could do it. One out of fifty, maybe.



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