Simple Theories

  when you press on a word and it gives a little AND when the word presses on you and you give up  some poems and selected poems and some other poems collected collecting and Robert browning in the last collation  the sly catastrophe of just being a fame of associated words and their sounds and their soundings  the modern novel and equally modern short story is as old as the hills but they establish a projection that incandesces as matter as in What Is The Matter Here? a novel approach  Creeley reeled din and out

  Robert Creeley’s hat: was it a one time thing? Surely those who read this person’s poetry knows something you do not know. Even ifyou read poems by Robert Creeley, do you float or fall? Are exagerations enough in the long run? This person adapted to poetry, with the bearing books, somehow. While exploding in the pure banshee of poetry, did the famous name of Creeley exactly or not elect and pronounce? The flat planet of bickering holds. The poet may have said ‘fuck’ with his chance vocabulary. On towards a mistral. No Things But In Ideas, with riverine reward. You don’t stop for words, you attach and going. So Creeley eventually had but one eye, and the heroics of being too much. So lovable. Robert Creeley as a writer, and particularly as one who writes poetry, reminds reader of words, some, and trails leading to sources and severances, and mystical conjectures surfacing. Meanwhile the dative case of human interaction circles and just about drowns while twirling, that is, the lif...