in 4 days the seahawks will have their first ever playoff win during my fanhood.go HAWKS!
tsk tsk. poetry and sports. interesting blog. you've made me think.
Hi Andrew-Yes, i got your posts. It's funny, i was thinking about your response to my Brian Eno post for awhile and forgot to post my reply. And now that i am going back to do it it seems my lack of Blogger knowledge is hindering me. (That's why i'm replying here, and not where it probably belongs)- I haven't actually had a blog that long (i have a livejournal i almost prefer)- but i'm sure i will like this more when i get used to it. So i said all that to say: Thanks for the posts, and now i'm going to go browsing your page myself. Bear with me for being slow at responding.And hi, how are you doing these days, by the way?:)
hi kevin. this is my first experience EVER posting ANYTHING online, and i'm not sure that i understand it either. its also my most successful attempt at journaling; usually i tend to fizzle out in a manner of days. perhaps this works better for me because its more a commentary on ANYTHING rather than a narrow account of the days events or thoughts. i'm doin fine. i'll be traveling to mexico in february where i'll be even more fine.
lo - i'm happy to hear that i've made you think. (after all, you love that.) and don't you think that its about time that football and poetry (even if it be my mock poems) finally collided? what is poetry if not the brutal clashing of bones? words mashed together on the one-yard line with a phrase or two coming untucked. syntactical sean alexanders, dashing for an endzone of the sublime...okay, now i've gotten a bit 'carried away'...
And, as Joel once told me, watching football always reminded him of that line from "Dover Beach" that goes, "where ignorant armies clash by night." Actually, the last 3 lines would be fitting:And we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,Where ignorant armies clash by night.
thats funny that you're mentioning 'dover beach.' yesterday i just put an excerpt from that poem on my window at work. i was meaning to tell you about it because i thought that my choice of lines put an interesting twist on the poem:Ah, love let us be trueTo one another! For the world...Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for painAnd we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flightWhere ignorant armies clash by night. AND i wanted to tell you
oops...i meant not to post that yet.by cutting lines before and after 'ah, love...to one another...' i transformed arnold's poem (that is presumably about loss of faith) to an ode to love (albeit pessimistic in other matters).
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