2000-10-04 - 02:52:36
Instead of listening to the debate in Boston, I decided to reread some poems by John Wieners, a poet who (as far as I know) still lives on Joy Street in Beacon Hill. Several of his poems can be found in The Postmoderns, an anthology with somewhat dated biographical notes (c. 1982) but excellent editorial choices. Dipping to and fro in the collection, I ended up smiling at Frank O'Hara's "Why I Am Not A Painter" (poetry 1, debate 0) before returning to the ending of Wieners' "A Poem for Painters":
My poems contain no
Only the score of a man's
Without which is nothing.
Addendum 22 June 2002: Just read about Wieners' death earlier this year.
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