If you haven't already, be sure to read the contributions re: poetry and history by Brian (Nov 24), Henry (Nov 26) and Samson (Nov 28) - they're good.
Yesterday was the first time in my life I have ever heard my father use the term "African American" without apparent irony or sarcasm.
This was probably for the benefit of my partner, who is from St. Louis, and therefore a "Yankee" (which is analogous to "goyim"). Later, we were at the art museum. He saw the exhibit of historic photos from the Memphis World (African-American newspaper) and said, "I'm not gonna go in there."
I got yer history - right here.
But I'd like the think the Millennium really has arrived.
Perhaps history in poetry (or poetry re: history) at the present time is necessarily a variety of elegy. Or a memento mori.
Lilith and the fuzzy man contemplate poop
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The man with the fuzzy legs and the equally fuzzy dog wiped a handkerchief
over the deep lines in his forehead, those that seemed to hold up his
thoughts,...
17 hours ago
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