tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978975285518561941.post7130142599432590351..comments2023-08-10T05:01:45.872-07:00Comments on Blog of Myself: Buzz-Words of the Avant-Gardea.k.a. "Joe"http://www.blogger.com/profile/09297686120651846304noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978975285518561941.post-3221782998977067892008-07-18T07:37:00.000-07:002008-07-18T07:37:00.000-07:00See what happens when you leave the provincialism ...See what happens when you leave the provincialism of the west coast for the flesh-pots of kansas??<BR/><BR/>I can sympathize (as some previous posts in these pages indicate) - false dichotomies everywhere. A lot of people feel compelled to be soulful or disjunctive b/c that's what they think they have to do to sell. Whatever.<BR/><BR/>At least Lacan wasn't hiding between the cheeks of the fireplace.a.k.a. "Joe"https://www.blogger.com/profile/09297686120651846304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978975285518561941.post-47645736857317052842008-07-17T20:38:00.000-07:002008-07-17T20:38:00.000-07:00I enjoyed both of these buzz-words posts. They cr...I enjoyed both of these buzz-words posts. They cracked me up. I am 90.2% certain that some of the poets I read avidly in my mid-twenties had blurbs on their books similar to the first ones you described.<BR/><BR/>Currently, a lot of my time is spent going to poetry readings and feeling like I have a giant horn growing out of the center of my head because I don't like the books with blurbs from the second group you described. <BR/><BR/>That's hyperbole. <BR/><BR/>I'm just fine with despising the books I despise and liking the ones I like. I'm thankful that my tastes differ from most of the people I know, because I learn about new books from them, and this prevents me from reading the same things over and over again. <BR/><BR/>I will say honestly, though, that I've never felt more like a fish out of water than when I moved into this town/scene/school. I moved here trying to stretch myself out of old poetic tastes and habits, and then encountered The Other and said "oh shit! oh shit! not this!" (What the hell? Lacan?! What is he doing here? He's everywhere. I moved our couch and he was sitting behind it eating a bag of pretzels) <BR/><BR/>My current position is one of not liking that which surrounds the scene near me and not wanting to return to what I used to love. I distrust both of these things. Leaving the country for awhile is going to be very good for me.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07402774460447804889noreply@blogger.com