<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post5027009428620709460..comments</id><updated>2011-07-13T16:13:18.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Silliman&#39;s Blog: </title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html'/><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/"/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-2184559556051748854</id><published>2009-07-28T01:44:31.895-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:44:31.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...the poem is about the cat.&#xa;&#xa;And I like &amp;#39;...</title><summary type='text'>Yes...the poem is about the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like &amp;#39;it&amp;#39;.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/2184559556051748854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/2184559556051748854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248759871895#c2184559556051748854' title=''/><author><name>Gary B. Fitzgerald</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/17919492445467135425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jd60l7fjpIE/SWUBq9hPgcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUpzzvPlxb8/S220/kitty.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1865147512"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 28, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5136950596186994676</id><published>2009-07-27T22:18:40.983-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:18:40.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unless the cat this poem is about was never given ...</title><summary type='text'>Unless the cat this poem is about was never given a name, it may be that that name is missing is a fact that most recommends the way this poem proceeds and the final it in it.  Name a cat whatever suits your fancy.  A cat won&amp;#39;t care.  A cat doesn&amp;#39;t respond to a name.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5136950596186994676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5136950596186994676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248747520983#c5136950596186994676' title=''/><author><name>brian (baj) salchert</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/11649691450577647656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aq6Q75KCx78/SVJ_lyyAVpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-rIvXaOmqOM/S220/azalea+004.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1297934363"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-3621062344609829252</id><published>2009-07-27T19:57:49.820-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:57:49.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, that&amp;#39;s a pretty extreme form of my positi...</title><summary type='text'>Yes, that&amp;#39;s a pretty extreme form of my position, and it&amp;#39;s what I&amp;#39;d say poetry &amp;quot;essentially&amp;quot; is.  The &amp;quot;compression&amp;quot; and clever nuancing Curtis says poetry like Hawking&amp;#39;s can&amp;#39;t exhibit are actually there, but accessible only through different social-cultural codes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bunting gives it even more poignancy. I agree it&amp;#39;s heart is essentially &amp;#</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/3621062344609829252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/3621062344609829252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248739069820#c3621062344609829252' title=''/><author><name>Conrad DiDiodato</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/18312831623791642286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WYu0QSkXE9I/RrfUh0dvuKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q66ZnGQXpSY/s400/IMG_0272.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-610431874"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-7328870742967335804</id><published>2009-07-27T19:31:21.218-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:31:21.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There are two ways to view the Bunting - one might...</title><summary type='text'>There are two ways to view the Bunting - one might be to concur that poetry is a quintessentially time-ridden art -- even a single letter or phoneme, o perhaps, has a beginning middle &amp;amp; end. But what Bunting then does with this rather sinks the essential observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that some (many?) visual poets are working to create at least the impression of simultaneity, tho I tend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/7328870742967335804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/7328870742967335804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248737481218#c7328870742967335804' title=''/><author><name>Ron</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/09250950725876683923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/silliman/silliman2a.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-660918411"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-1651096171235918621</id><published>2009-07-27T17:44:30.079-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:44:30.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conrad:&#xa;&#xa;Ok.  Sorry about coming on too strong the...</title><summary type='text'>Conrad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Sorry about coming on too strong there.  Faville can come off like a white tower, curmugeoned howler at times.  I think he&amp;#39;s right, though, in applying a more concrete--as I said--language in criticism.  I think I understand his disdain for the poem (though he could make his criticism more specific and not so haughtily, thereby not swerving into these kinds of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/1651096171235918621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/1651096171235918621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248731070079#c1651096171235918621' title=''/><author><name>0000000</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/14767771887014774485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-992609239"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-3400385758191216613</id><published>2009-07-27T17:36:16.969-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:36:16.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...&#xa;&#xa;&#xa;&amp;quot;The graphic arts, of course, begin wit...</title><summary type='text'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The graphic arts, of course, begin with the dance frozen, and perhaps also from the decoration of pottery and weaving; though the repetitive patterning of most primitive decorations, on pottery especially, suggests that it, too, may have a connection with the dance.  ... Rhythm can be as visible in space as it is audible in time; and symmetry, and proportion, are as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/3400385758191216613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/3400385758191216613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248730576969#c3400385758191216613' title=''/><author><name>0000000</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/14767771887014774485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-992609239"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-8127570934260204347</id><published>2009-07-27T17:33:39.216-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:33:39.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron:&#xa;&#xa;&amp;quot;The minimalism that began – virtually ...</title><summary type='text'>Ron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The minimalism that began – virtually simultaneously with Linenthal &amp;amp; Stanley’s argument – with the work of Aram Saroyan in New York &amp;amp; later Robert Grenier demonstrated conclusively that poetry could not be reduced to “one thing.”&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if what you would say to Bunting&amp;#39;s view on this.  Here it is from BASIL BUNTING ON POETRY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/8127570934260204347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/8127570934260204347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248730419216#c8127570934260204347' title=''/><author><name>0000000</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/14767771887014774485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-992609239"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-6190065487209306788</id><published>2009-07-27T16:52:43.455-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:52:43.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just two comments for previous post.&#xa;&#xa;Firstly, I w...</title><summary type='text'>Just two comments for previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I wasn&amp;#39;t laying any real postmodernist theory (not yet) on the table. I guess I regret sounding &amp;quot;my postmodernist&amp;quot; bugles too soon.I&amp;#39;m trying to restate (as well as I am able)Curtis&amp;#39;s oftentimes doctrinal pronouncements on what&amp;#39;s good, what&amp;#39;s bad poetry into a language that might compel him to make his case </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/6190065487209306788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/6190065487209306788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248727963455#c6190065487209306788' title=''/><author><name>Conrad DiDiodato</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/18312831623791642286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WYu0QSkXE9I/RrfUh0dvuKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q66ZnGQXpSY/s400/IMG_0272.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-610431874"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-7474560521391555944</id><published>2009-07-27T14:33:12.440-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:33:12.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;quot; to put forward my postmodernist position&amp;qu...</title><summary type='text'>&amp;quot; to put forward my postmodernist position&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaaaannnnn, uckkkh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hawking&amp;#39;s poem is not good because Oppen&amp;#39;s, Ashberry&amp;#39;s is&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;#39;s such a bad summary or misrepresentation of what Faville said!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Burdered with the weight of this canonical view of literariness,you naturally recoil from claiming that my &amp;quot;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/7474560521391555944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/7474560521391555944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248719592440#c7474560521391555944' title=''/><author><name>0000000</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/14767771887014774485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-992609239"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-6333348016082465817</id><published>2009-07-27T11:39:02.548-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:39:02.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;#39;d like to apologize for my misspelling of Ho...</title><summary type='text'>I&amp;#39;d like to apologize for my misspelling of Homi K. Bhabha in previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/6333348016082465817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/6333348016082465817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248709142548#c6333348016082465817' title=''/><author><name>Conrad DiDiodato</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/18312831623791642286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WYu0QSkXE9I/RrfUh0dvuKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q66ZnGQXpSY/s400/IMG_0272.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-610431874"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-347094840704747685</id><published>2009-07-27T11:21:14.561-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:21:14.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;#39;ll try a different tack because I can see th...</title><summary type='text'>I&amp;#39;ll try a different tack because I can see the best way to put forward my postmodernist position is to answer your objections as carefully as I can. A lot&amp;#39;s at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;d like to talk in a way that was fashionable not so long ago (when people like Quine, Sellars were popular. See Sellar&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;Science, Perception and Reality&amp;quot;): and distinguish between &amp;quot;What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/347094840704747685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/347094840704747685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248708074561#c347094840704747685' title=''/><author><name>Conrad DiDiodato</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/18312831623791642286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WYu0QSkXE9I/RrfUh0dvuKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q66ZnGQXpSY/s400/IMG_0272.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-610431874"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 27, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5931119566555124951</id><published>2009-07-26T21:28:34.769-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:28:34.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, that&amp;#39;s cool. I wasn&amp;#39;t really trying ...</title><summary type='text'>Okay, that&amp;#39;s cool. I wasn&amp;#39;t really trying to catch you in a contradiction; I was just trying to bring you into focus. At first I suspected that you were intent on killing all avant garde bugs dead with your critical Raid, but I wasn&amp;#39;t aware of the catholicity of your tastes. Thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5931119566555124951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5931119566555124951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248658114769#c5931119566555124951' title=''/><author><name>David Grove</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/03020484032408233158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tknn7_LQTIA/Sl86yUSUHiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PfjaYeEXF9w/S220/David+and+Robbie+portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1761473950"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 26, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-2122150891905773835</id><published>2009-07-26T20:19:43.720-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:19:43.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear David Grove:&#xa;&#xa;Ashbery admitted (if that were ...</title><summary type='text'>Dear David Grove:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashbery admitted (if that were really necessary) that he&amp;#39;d used cut-up and collage in composing certain poems in Tennis Court.  &amp;quot;Europe&amp;quot; particularly.  It was perfectly obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even cut up can be done well or badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the poems in Tennis Court are not cut-up, and not composed through chance operation.  As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/2122150891905773835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/2122150891905773835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248653983720#c2122150891905773835' title=''/><author><name>Curtis Faville</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/06213075853354387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1900230786"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 26, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5679269128493595217</id><published>2009-07-26T20:12:10.478-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:12:10.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II&#xa;&#xa;&amp;quot;&amp;#39;Ethical gradations of value&amp;#3...</title><summary type='text'>Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;#39;Ethical gradations of value&amp;#39; is not the way we talk about things anymore, and poets know it better than anyone. You need to read poetry today through new eyes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets back to my earlier post.  What you&amp;#39;re saying is that &amp;quot;all poetry is&amp;quot;--completely integral to its &amp;quot;milieu&amp;quot;--that the only function of taste is descriptive,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5679269128493595217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5679269128493595217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248653530478#c5679269128493595217' title=''/><author><name>Curtis Faville</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/06213075853354387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1900230786"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 26, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-1716081469336911867</id><published>2009-07-26T20:11:05.468-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:11:05.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I knew we&amp;#39;d get around to multi-cultural...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I knew we&amp;#39;d get around to multi-cultural diversity and textual relativity sooner or later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I can see the need for you to moving from here to a literary critique on stylistic grounds. I admire the honesty: that&amp;#39;s your Formalist story and you&amp;#39;re sticking to it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I&amp;#39;m not moving towards a stylistic critique.  That&amp;#39;s what you&amp;#39;re </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/1716081469336911867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/1716081469336911867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248653465468#c1716081469336911867' title=''/><author><name>Curtis Faville</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/06213075853354387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1900230786"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 26, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-1675297537229515498</id><published>2009-07-26T15:31:08.161-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:31:08.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The only advice I would offer to a critic of poetr...</title><summary type='text'>The only advice I would offer to a critic of poetry is that they find and recognize those four or five lines in every poem that aren’t there anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/1675297537229515498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/1675297537229515498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248636668161#c1675297537229515498' title=''/><author><name>Gary B. Fitzgerald</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/17919492445467135425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jd60l7fjpIE/SWUBq9hPgcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DUpzzvPlxb8/S220/kitty.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1865147512"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 26, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-2046013289603523890</id><published>2009-07-26T15:06:50.509-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:06:50.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don&amp;#39;t know how much longer I can inhabit the...</title><summary type='text'>I don&amp;#39;t know how much longer I can inhabit the divine sepulchre of this discussion, but I want to elaborate on my question. Early in the discussion, Mr. Faville maintained that, in order to find something in a poem effective, we must believe that the poet consciously intended a specific effect; much later, he professed a liking for The Tennis-Court Oath. But as many readers of this blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/2046013289603523890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/2046013289603523890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248635210509#c2046013289603523890' title=''/><author><name>David Grove</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/03020484032408233158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tknn7_LQTIA/Sl86yUSUHiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PfjaYeEXF9w/S220/David+and+Robbie+portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1761473950"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 26, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-8501285535108898726</id><published>2009-07-26T11:25:51.066-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:25:51.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtis,&#xa;&#xa;I thought your characterization of the &amp;#...</title><summary type='text'>Curtis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought your characterization of the &amp;#39;experimentalist&amp;#39; works of Oppen, Pound, Williams, et al.as good because of masterful &amp;quot;power and compression&amp;quot;, (control of language in general) was getting closer to the mark. I can see the need for you to moving from here to a literary critique on stylistic grounds. I admire the honesty: that&amp;#39;s your Formalist story </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/8501285535108898726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/8501285535108898726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248621951066#c8501285535108898726' title=''/><author><name>Conrad DiDiodato</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/18312831623791642286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WYu0QSkXE9I/RrfUh0dvuKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q66ZnGQXpSY/s400/IMG_0272.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-610431874"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 26, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-8396945965906720169</id><published>2009-07-26T03:12:35.795-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:12:35.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These Tennis Courts Rot, Dude..&#xa;&#xa;&#xa;What sea had you...</title><summary type='text'>These Tennis Courts Rot, Dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sea had you been thinking about the face studiously brooding upon the day of tiles, a boy&amp;#39;s window novel I go on loving you like bourbon but there is a trembling bream, way, all of its&lt;br /&gt;Scales were not collecting precedents, yetis won the race&lt;br /&gt;All the way through the fags and fizzles When you smoked it, elephants must sincere the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/8396945965906720169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/8396945965906720169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248592355795#c8396945965906720169' title=''/><author><name>phaneronoemikon</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/08430230355065457354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hLJ2N7ZOgD8/R6EJKLnXPdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2kJ0hAZuqOs/S220/Ozilanniman.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1411460047"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 26, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-8254546560784120598</id><published>2009-07-26T00:13:14.689-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:13:14.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Faville, would you say that the poems in The T...</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Faville, would you say that the poems in The Tennis-Court Oath, which I too like, evince a conscious intention behind their construction? Do you see in &amp;quot;Europe,&amp;quot; for example, a conscious intention to produce specific effects?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/8254546560784120598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/8254546560784120598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248581594689#c8254546560784120598' title=''/><author><name>David Grove</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/03020484032408233158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tknn7_LQTIA/Sl86yUSUHiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PfjaYeEXF9w/S220/David+and+Robbie+portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1761473950"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 26, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5060864492035893342</id><published>2009-07-25T22:21:36.832-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:21:36.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I used &amp;quot;Platonic&amp;quot; as a modifier as a way...</title><summary type='text'>I used &amp;quot;Platonic&amp;quot; as a modifier as a way of saying that there is no such thing as an immaculately conceived work of art--you&amp;#39;d have to believe that artists were divinely inspired, to think that, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We criticize works of art in order to define our reaction (respond) to them, and to judge their success and effectiveness.  In other words, when we find fault with a work, we&amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5060864492035893342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5060864492035893342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248574896832#c5060864492035893342' title=''/><author><name>Curtis Faville</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/06213075853354387634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1900230786"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 25, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-6281178122399806981</id><published>2009-07-25T21:01:19.249-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:01:19.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it is a cat poem.&#xa;&#xa;Tom</title><summary type='text'>I think it is a cat poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/6281178122399806981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/6281178122399806981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248570079249#c6281178122399806981' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/01511477116573756644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.virtualwhiteorchids.com/PonderingPoet.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1741375652"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 25, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5589664689874326860</id><published>2009-07-25T18:40:32.457-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:40:32.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i am more fascinated with the poem after r...</title><summary type='text'>i think i am more fascinated with the poem after reading the discussion but i wasn&amp;#39;t as drawn to it, myself, on an initial reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love your line &amp;quot; I realized that my first sense was that the work was exactly one word too long&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;i think this could be a fascinating way to approach a poem you truly love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a sense looking for what one word and/or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5589664689874326860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/5589664689874326860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248561632457#c5589664689874326860' title=''/><author><name>Jessie Carty</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/13181286764480973423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_euLaLVNpeA4/STPqtabrDZI/AAAAAAAABEk/wi_BA40ErII/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-97078717"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 25, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-1108155332435421911</id><published>2009-07-25T13:43:54.241-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:43:54.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;quot;any poem where the poet references their own...</title><summary type='text'>&amp;quot;any poem where the poet references their own cat is not worth reading&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the rule, Ry! More rules! Yay! I love rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&amp;#39;s all make rules for each other, and then punish each other when we don&amp;#39;t follow them! Here&amp;#39;s to fewer and fewer possibilities for poetry! Instead of more! What we need is more rules! Restrictions! Laws! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/1108155332435421911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/1108155332435421911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248543834241#c1108155332435421911' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/00791420971869885860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSTexJoGYnQ/SXXMvQ7yRrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/iHgQG5bXM88/S220/Photo+8.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1864187319"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 25, 2009"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-4202115821716281025</id><published>2009-07-25T10:57:19.480-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:57:19.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ed you pout sometimes&#xa;but a poets life is all abou...</title><summary type='text'>ed you pout sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but a poets life is all about&lt;br /&gt;negligence unless you&amp;#39;re robert bly&lt;br /&gt;or a really earnest literary chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you yourself make the case for drastic informality and idiocy in poems&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just showin up over at sillimansblog is all the notoriety anyone gets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/4202115821716281025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/5027009428620709460/comments/default/4202115821716281025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html?showComment=1248533839480#c4202115821716281025' title=''/><author><name>jh</name><uri>https://www.blogger.com/profile/10043530995274885830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='https://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/2009/07/forty-some-years-ago-when-i-was-student.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738579.post-5027009428620709460' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738579/posts/default/5027009428620709460' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.itemClass" value="pid-1850634495"/><gd:extendedProperty name="blogger.displayTime" value="July 25, 2009"/></entry></feed>