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June 19: Yesterday, I finished all the tables of contents that each individual contributor to Writing To Be Seen, Volume Two is supposed to have--except the one for Mike Basinski. He has two sequences I'm not sure I have the right titles for. So I had to send him a copy of one poem from each of them. One of these I thought I'd use to take care of this entry:
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It's called "A Fire of Snow." (My title problem is that I don't know if that's the title of just this piece or of the entire series it's in.) Beautiful example of the value of titles. Before I found out its title, I thought it an arresting illumage wih text in it. Knowing the title made it a wonderful representation of text crystallizing out of snow like snow crystallizes out of the sky. And like fire due to the heat of meaning in the text, and its disruptive otherness, text being an over-world to the natural world snow crystallizes into being.
Before I end, I need to grumble about Trumbull's review of my From Haiku To Lyriku a bit--something I suspect I'll be doing quite a bit of in the future. This time I just want to take issue with his final sentence, "If a bareback ride on a runaway stallion through the far edges of the forest appeals to you, this is a book for you!" If he had been paying attention to my book, he would have realized that the ride it gives a reader is not through "the far edges of the forest." The whole point of the book, in fact, was to start at the nearest edges of the forest--no, in suburban lawns a block or two from the forest--and end in "the far edges of the forest." That's why it starts with Basho, Buson and Issa, and spends a full chapter on poets I reviewed for Modern Haiku, just about all of whom have had haiku in that publication.
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