tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post1693916518708486588..comments2024-03-28T14:53:38.827-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: the bids are out to attract a nuclear dumpUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-4963487075604151672022-02-22T09:02:54.319-05:002022-02-22T09:02:54.319-05:001/a beautiful knit cap - in my paternal homeland s...1/a beautiful knit cap - in my paternal homeland such a garment is commonly called by a french word meaning 'hat' - in one possible future i may wear one there and call it by its local name - <br /><br />2/a photo of a good looking cat, even if past the midpoint of her life - back in the 20th century, when i took epi 1, i learned the 4 categories for adult age groups 1/young adult 2/still young 3/not so young 4/you look wonderful<br /><br />3/i learned from the link to the best american poetry blog that bill knott and james tate had collaboratively written a charming and sometimes hilarious book of poems, -- the blog advised that if you can find a copy, buy it - i find several copies - of the 700 that were printed - offered for sale at $65 and up - i have not bought one, however<br /><br />4/also offered for sale, at a fraction of that price, a novel with the same co-authors, <i>Lucky Darryl</i> <br /><br />it seems to be 52 pages long, published in 1977 - a review published in 2016 said<br /><br /><b>Lucky Darryl, a collaborative "novel" by poets James Tate (The Lost Pilot, Oblivion Ha-Ha) and Bill Knott (The Naomi Poems, Nights of Naomi) is not properly a novel at all. It's too short, for one thing. It lacks an identifiable protagonist for another. (Darryl, we're told would go door to door, through entire neighborhoods, and also stop people on the street and in supermarkets, and show a photo of himself to them. 'Do you recognize this man? They would all say no.) It has a storyline rather than a plot—Darryl searches for Veronica, catching up with her finally in Brasilia. And there's a situation where one might reasonably expect a setting: One day a city newer than Brasilia would be built. Then Veronica with her entourage of globetrotters would leave Brasilia for that city. But for now, they and she were trapped here. They had long ago exhausted all the cities of the world, and when Brasilia had been erected, they had no choice but to come . . . For them this was the last city on earth. I don't know what Lucky Darryl is. It's too prosaic to be a poem. Too much a poem to be prose. And too much of either to be both. But whatever it is, it's a joy to read. Knott's sense of loss and Tate's of reclamation often come together here in just the right proportion. I can't remember when I have seen two talents blend so nicely. Lucky Darryl is just, well, a special little book. JAY M. BOYER</b><br /><br />5/i am reminded of a nasrudin story told by idries shah<br /><br /><i>Nasrudin went into a bank with a cheque to cash.<br />'Can you identify yourself?' asked the clerk.<br />Nasrudin took out a mirror and peered into it.<br />'Yes, that's me all right,' he said.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></i>mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-65722835007703026242022-02-20T13:00:07.899-05:002022-02-20T13:00:07.899-05:00Thanks, fixed, and you're welcomeThanks, fixed, and you're welcomeBDRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06557941385560728052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-74943869906076620522022-02-20T11:00:38.046-05:002022-02-20T11:00:38.046-05:00Last link the same as second to last.
My undying t...Last link the same as second to last.<br />My undying thanks precedes the previous.davidlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04754707934311038544noreply@blogger.com