its line, just as “the poetry of witness,” according to some theorists of Flarf, is old-hat,like the World Series (among the results of a recent Google search was Nada’s blog of 2003 mentioning my use of that term, and asking, not quite indignantly, “What wouldsomeone looking for Carolyn Forché be doing on my blog?”) Still two-one Phillies andRollins is definitely bothering Garza, his 24-year old emotional nature a metonomy forthe young and untested Barack Obama, and Navarro throws fucking Rollins OUT,definitely a good sign (and really, doesn’t Charlie Manuel remind us all of John McCain,a genial and probably decent man, albeit obviously showing signs of senility, while JoeMadden of the Rays is often described as “cerebral”)? I’m sorry, of course, for the loss of his mother – I lost my own mother earlier this year – as I’m sorry that Senator McCain was tortured for five years in unbearably painful conditions, but how long, exactly, can we play the sympathy card? Shane Victorino as well had a recent death in his family, oras Ben Jonson put it in a poem I taught last week, “Here lies Ben Jonson / his best pieceof poetry” (writing about his son, dead at seven years old). What a great catch by Uptonon a line drive to center by – what’s his name – interesting how an all-star name cantemporarily escape my mind – Chase Utley – what were his parents thinking about, do you think, when they named him “Chase”? How many people do you know named“Chase”? It’s funny, I’ve always liked Donne a lot more than Jonson, but as time goes by I can see the appeal of Jonson’s plain-spoken matter-of-factness, an admission that he would never really have the wild genius of Shakespeare, only the temperament of anartist and a desire to make the best of his intelligence. But who can really judge the vagaries of the creative process, language poetry, the poetry of witness, Flarf, or thiscockamamie reminiscence of Black Mountain I’ve been trying to carry on for some thirty years now, we’re just watching 45-year-old Jamie Moyer plow through the eager youngdevil-less Rays, who don’t know I’ll have to teach
Paradise Lost
in a few weeks, whereSatan becomes the epic hero, Joe Buck gives us a pre-review of
24 during
the game (talk about product placement!) starring Jon Voight, one of the only McCain supporters inHollywood, just 90 miles up the road from here in Encinitas, the quiet and suburbannorthern part of San Diego county, where people of faith, even
more
conservative thanin the rest of these military environs, are preparing to vote down gay marriage, again.
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