Every elegy is two elegies. One for the dead; one for the living.

From Randall Jarrell’s “A Utopian Journey”—the doctor’s office as the site of unanswered demand.

It literally sounds like a Dream Song

“Thinking of words as—yes, as little figures escaping big figures, running away from judgment. Duality to me is the sign of the master coming.” —Fanny Howe buff.ly/7hjj2jf

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“It is always with the help of words that man thinks. And it is in the encounter between these words and his body that something takes shape.” Jacques Lacan, Geneva, 1975 Odilon Redon, Icarus, 1890

There are certain phrases which to use in a poem Is like rubbing silver with quicksilver. Bright But facile, the glamour deadens overnight. For instance, how “the sickness of our time” Enhances, then debases, what I feel. —from James Merrill’s “An Urban Convalescence”

Like the Dylan Thomas poem, my ‘thirtieth year to heaven’ begins with a heron.

“A relationship is introduced (in object relations theory) between subject and object that is not only direct and seamless but which literally equates them. It was this relationship that provided the pretext for the foregrounding of the object as such. This relationship of ...

“Linen,” from James Schuyler’s The Morning of the Poem

My undergraduate advisor’s one recommendation for an academic career was to publish something very controversial first and then spend the next several decades backtracking.

Sagbey father, poet James Wright; Franz's anger and love and yearning never stopped touching the poems

The unconscious is structured like: Freud: archive Lacan: knot Bion: function

Reading Schuyler's The Morning of the Poem is like being in conversation with someone who's always elsewhere, but polite enough to let you in on what's more interesting than you. He interrupts himself, stammers, gets distracted, gets horny mid-thought, always drifting.

“Knowledge of an object is a synthesis of the antinomy that allows for knowledge. Only when knowledge faces its limit or is broken that the truth of the antinomy comes to be.” -Hegel

'It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.' Stéphane Mallarmé

“a real realist / with a real tale to tell / and a real tail to / tell it with / a real live / barking / democratic dog / engaged in real / free enterprise / with something to say / about ontology / something to say / about reality / and how to see it” - Ferlinghetti’s “Dog”