reading lots of anne carson, having started with her phenomenal glass essay. over the past yr or so ive rlly developed an affinity for poetry which operates in a way arthur jafa describes as “putting things in affective proximity to each other”, because it gloms very naturally with the way i think.
carson is a good read, for me at least, because she does that but from a very different corpus to me. having never had any interest in the classics or whatever carson has managed to pique my interest in homer’s odyssey, which is rad.
i’ve read Decreation, which centres on unmkaing the self and am now working through Float, which is a collection of 23 ostensibly unrelated chapbooks, and in both i find her poetry and more personal work feeling kind of… rote? the glass essay is deeply personal, but it works, but often i dont know, it feels like she is just trying to fill the quota of obviously personal stuff a book of poetry must contain, where actually the passion and sense of amusement that just fucken drips off the more quixotic essays is already very human. decreation centres around a single long essay on sappho, marguerite porete and simone weil and this triangle dynamic between oneself - the self - God that carson reads in all their work, and it’s fantastic. but perhaps im just not paying enough mind to the poems.