Archive for April, 2007
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A Rare Device: Poetry
Often I equate poetry with fine paintings. Both seem to represent some ineffable part of our humanity, and both are, for me, completely unintelligible. I like the way a Picasso looks, the colors are often pleasing, the painting is usually hanging straight, Picasso’s are just great. But I feel exactly the same way about certain graffiti I see under bridges, or colorful labels on bottles of wine. My capacity for discrimination between good art and bad art is next to none. I have similar trouble distinguishing good poetry from bad poetry. I have a book of poems by Robert Frost, ...