Charlotte Shane. “Anne Carson’s Splintered Brilliance: On the pleasures of poetry that deliberately defies our comprehension”. New Republic.
https://newrepublic.com/article/139103/anne-carsons-splintered-brilliance
Calling one’s self “stupid” is akin to saying “my mind doesn’t work like that.” It’s a way of recognizing the distance between the functioning of your mind and the functioning of someone else’s. An experience of our own stupidity, then, is a privilege afforded to us by the best art and maybe especially by the best poetry: We are granted the opportunity to swim a lap in the pool of someone else’s brain, if we can
Back stroke, crawl, butterfly, breast stroke. Drowning.
And so for day 1771
19.10.2011