After finishing up The Baseball Poem I'm dealing with another (different and successive) thing: Basketball. In particular, with Basketball's Kevin Garnett. For a number of reasons that I hope to define and explore within the writing itself.
Media usurped Classic. For the contemporary, the surging popularity of Jersey Shore, Dancing With The Stars, The OC, Twitter manifestos, Justin Bieber seems to have displaced relevance (for Duncan, Pound, Olson) of an Odysseus-type as idol-celebrity-hero. Odysseus is not, cannot be an agreed upon, or shared, facet of collective knowledge. There is no exchange centered around Odysseus now.
Since I am the chronicler, to wait
where last I remember
a gold wood
a green earth enter it
the skull is not a
Last avian beauty,
he taking even hilltops.
I know the movements of a
small fists, pearls
(Tell Bill I pursue the stolen
thing, the curve of the fit in
snares, a past hinged, the tree
its old branches that go out to