I hated Zen, too. I hated "Something is happening, and you don't know what it is, DO you Mr. (Paust)." I hate the feeling of being laughed at. No wonder we murder and war and get drunk. Anyway, there's this: http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2016/06/30/the-hatred-of-poetry-an-interview-with-ben-lerner/
I identify, there is always a degree of futility involved in writing poetry.
According to Lerner (if I understand him), that's the point.
If it's not futile - then...
If you can get there, it's not poetry.
I like the notion of nonrealization raised by the interviewer.
A celebration of nihilism or esoteria? Is true poetry intended exclusively for true poets? Is it reaching a loft up a hidden ladder and then re-orienting the ladder? Is Bukowski an elusive illusion? Or is he only post-post in a post-post-post regime? How many posts can their be, and who picks them? Help me here, I'm running out of allusions.
Is it possible my typo in the subject line was Jungian?
Matt, I am just finishing Ben Lerner's wonderful book. Pretty damn good when someone can get me to laugh out loud reading a monograph on poetry!
It's a hoot, ain't it, Nonnie.