Perhaps it’s because of the quarantine, which means I’m spending even more time on-line, and that’s even more than the whole hell of a lot which is what it was before, and perhaps it’s because of our on-line culture itself which grows ever more dominant, but a lot of the poems I have written lately, I’d say 90%, are direct responses to something I’ve read on-line.
Here’s a quick example from yesterday:
Descartes plays a part
in philosophy’s history
in my opinion
a very large part
if we’re looking into
the meaning of meaning
to know we exist is
a good place to start
which was part of a larger philosophical discussion which got into a debate between Spinozians and DesCartesans that was a bit over my head, but I am pleased with the poem.
The strength of this kind of writing is that I’ve been cranking out a lot of poems recently. The weakness is that a lot of them lose their meaning when read by themselves, out of context. Not this one, this will go into my next book, for sure, but probably over half of them.
Quality v. Quantity. It’s an age old debate, in literature and all other pursuits and, as in so many of the great debates, there’s something to be said for both sides.