February 6, 2013

Video on the Internet of a giant squid trying to prey on a light outside a submersible. Glorious. It flows like liquid in liquid.

Tapping out The Mikado on my little keyboard, wishing, for the moment, that the chorus had less to do.

New wave of poetry-is-dead essays in the media. There are only two kinds of people who go on about the uselessness of poetry: those who missed the point in Miss Smith’s 8th grade class and have been carrying a grudge ever since, and those who wanted to be the Great Poet and weren’t, and whose remaining recourse is to pretend what they desired is nothing to be desired. You don’t crow about how something is dead when it is, only when you wish it were.