allen bukoff wrote:
Last year we planted rhubarb.Jesus christ, allen, that's ridiculously wonderful looking pie. It's cruel to post mere images of its magnificence. I must have the actual pie! This trend of moving further and further away from actuality--from the image to the text, the text to the link, etc.--it's torment! I want to be closest to the thing itself, I want to read the poem, eat the pie. damn.
And hey jason. Not to belabor, but in your note about "that dick higgins guy" I sort of found what's happening here. The flattening effect of this email sociality means that everyone is identical to everyone, no matter what one has done in the past, no matter what one's actual life in the world (as opposed to on the little screen) has meant. And that's profoundly fucked up, I mean, "that dick higgins guy?! And Bennett similar. So you become irritated when they do certain kinds of things that one welcomes and takes on faith from people with certain track records, certain histories, which one would perhaps not be as friendly to from people sans such records, like, say, me for instance, who have left no similar public trace (that is, I would not assume people's tolerance for my own work until I have established a sort of right to be heard by making a certain kind of contribution). You want to say that such histories do not matter? Then nothing matters--
AK
