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May 21, 2022


"Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope": the very meaning of Capitalism. Just choking, I mean joking. Sincerely, Joe King

Sonnet of course is any 14 line poem
as in Padgett's famous 14 lines of
"Nothing in this drawer." Stupidity
can be charming and even beautiful
but ignorance is different.

Maybe the term should be "erasure" rather than "canceling." Canceling means stopping something, but erasure means wiping it from memory. All generations want to stop the previous generation, or aspects of it, but none has wanted to erase (or been able to erase) the previous from memory. Humans have always lived within the idea time is eternal; we've only had our own deaths to measure it. Now the coming "inevitable" changes loom ahead: the fading of "white culture" into our DNA (like every other culture), the changing topography of the earth, even the bounty of the earth itself, its scarcity and redistribution. Maybe we're facing the possibility that the idea of finite time has collided with a panic to erase our computer mind in order to free up enough gigabytes to face the future. Also, seen from space, one can observe that white males have brought us to the brink of annihilation, and male musings about their own limitations and redemption by love, however beautiful, are no longer compelling enough to charm the abyss staring back at us. (Sent with a heart emoji!)

Dear JC, Thanks for your witty and sagacious comment. Erasure is the right word, and one that Jock Derrida, the doyen of deconstruction, proposed: to put something "sous rature" -- under easure.

Terrance Hayes writes sonnets. Do you suppose he is a secret imperalist and colonizer?

Beth, without a doubt! It's a real scandal.

At first I thought this was an April Fool's jest in May. But I looked it up. Sad but true.

And what about Harryette Mullen's prose poem sonnets riffing on Shakespeare? Or Joan Larkin's "The Blackout Sonnets..."? Or or or...

Denise, that's it, poof, they're gone. The University of Salford has spoken ex catheter. They're coming for sestinas next. I suggest we get in touch with Tucker Carlson and see if he has a "replacement theory" for poems we can use instead. He's a blood-and-nightsoil guy; he'll figure something out.

You wanna eliminate vestiges of colonialism, stop teaching in English

Richard Howard might point out that "colony" is related to "colon," a punctuation mark / in the dark / of the base of your being.

Damn. I'm so fed up with those people's dreary, oppressive, self-serving, sanctimonious, Mao-style attacks on literature, art and... Let's see, what else? Oh yes--life. F those people.

Pea-brains everywhere will no doubt rejoice, congratulating themselves on being proudly “awake” to current enlightenment. What’s really happening is that the lamp of knowledge is casting a weaker light for us as we we are entering our very modern dark ages.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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