High Concept
Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?


Monday, July 28, 2003

The Pitch: It's like Jacob's Ladder Meets The Secret History!  

....No you and me/
unless we are together. Only then does he mumble confused words
of affection at us as the barberry bleeds close against the frost,
a scarlet innocence, confused miracle, to us, for what we have done
to others, and to ourselves. There is no parting. There is
only the fading, guaranteed by the label, which lasts forever.
It's John Ashbery's birthday today (although the Writer's Almanac website isn't updated--thank goodness I get their little email now), and I had been struck with something like relief when I saw his name and wee poem--so much so, I broke out my copy of Flow Chart, a book of his I picked up about a year ago and have started three times (I am not your go-to guy for very long poems). I'm on page eight now, which is twice as far as I've made it on any previous read, so I feel like celebrating-- although part of that, I'm sure, is the relief of being able to put both The Castle and A Tale of Two Cities aside (again).

I'm writing this at work. How can you tell? Because I'm stopping before I've really started, that's how. That's how work happens here: I start writing and it starts rolling in....

posted by Jeff Lester | 3:42 PM |
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