I’ll tell you one of the reasons I love to blog.
When I analyze a poem by W.D. Snodgrass, his widow writes to tell me I got it right.
When I discuss an essay by Richard Poirier, the publisher of the book at Harvard University Press – a friend of Poirier’s – writes to tell me I got it right.
Man. How often does that happen?
More than you’d think, if you blog.
August 24th, 2009 at 8:39PM
That is a wonderful post. It makes me sorry for everytime I have felt I was too busy to read one of your posts where you analyse some poem or other writing. I won’t do it again. That said, I have a question. What makes a poem, a poem? I mean this seriously. At one time, as I understand it (I was a history major, not an English major), there were set rules for poetry. Then, along came blank verse. How does one now distinguish poetry from prose?
August 24th, 2009 at 9:13PM
Thank you, Van. As to your question — It’s a biggie. Hold on. Lemme think a bit before answering …