So this is The Art of Compost and it’s a blog. Because what the world really needs is another blog. It began with my prep for a course of the same name and soon took on a life of its own at plural intersections of my reading thinking teaching writing speaking feeling looking wondering.
Going into the bin are my thoughts on and misunderstandings of
- 20th and 21st C. poetry and poetics in North America, esp. objectivist and Black Mountain traditions – what Stephen Burt has called The New Thing.
- A mostly subterranean lineage connecting us to Very Old Things – busted up clay tablets, cave paintings, the intelligence of stones (sitting still).
- Whatever collapses, rots, blends, merges, fosters, nourishes.
- Stray thoughts on teaching, writing, reading, appearing, disappearing.
The impetus comes from Jed Rasula’s This Compost but he has neither reviewed nor approved this usage. Time for a picture of a nurse blog.
On the TED Radio Hour yesterday was a segment titled “Everything Is Connected.” Love you NPR but gotta differ. Everything connects. What I mean there is just, every object’s a subject.