Very cool idea.
I was re-reading Wallace Stevens last night, came across The Anecdote of the Jar, remembered how I had to pervert, deform my brain to come up with something clever to write about it.
Hey, Matt. Check out Sam and others on the Stevens' poem:
This is marvelous, Bill. I'm snapping my fingers. Appreciate the shout, by the way.
I have never complete understood the Steven's poem, even after poet John Bensko carefully explained his take on it in a creative writing class I took in Tennessee, but reading Sam's take brought me closer at least. It's an appreciation, but not necessarily a celebration, of the need for the other, that object outside of oneself and nature, to bind works to nature, maybe. Interesting.
Bill's explication and advice is wonderful, too. Just read an essay about WCW in The New York Review of Books--he was certainly in need of self-confidence. Sad that he could never feel appreciated, at least in the way he imagined he should have been.
I love the work of WCW. The fact that he was a medical doctor (ob/gyn) and struggled with art has an intense appeal. He did suffer a bad breakdown at one point. But poets used to do that all the time-- flip out. Now they take meds and wait out their demons..
thanks for posting