tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978975285518561941.post4843660636848757809..comments2023-08-10T05:01:45.872-07:00Comments on Blog of Myself: An A.W.P.-themed Poema.k.a. "Joe"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297686120651846304noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978975285518561941.post-64230893587031115382008-02-23T10:19:00.000-08:002008-02-23T10:19:00.000-08:00"Like how everybody points out the word she almost..."Like how everybody points out the word she almost wrote instead" <BR/>“Or how everyone grows young when the old folks give up & go home?”<BR/>“Like parapraxis were the new metonymy? Aw shit I meant parataxis. And?”<BR/><BR/>Love all these lines and in fact the whole poem. I am teaching the modernist poets this semester and such issues of belatedness (of life and work) are what we are continually discussing in that class. Maybe I will take this also to class as a counterpoint to those poems?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com