My thinking (and feeling) since then have also changed, perhaps more than I realize. But rather than pursue a critique of my previous effusions, I will try to start over, somewhat.
Rereading earlier posts here, I can see I was referring, indirectly, to my own poems and long poems. That's probably inevitable. But at least I'm going to try a slightly different approach, more in keeping with my current state of mind and interests.
As mentioned, I'm retired; 72 years old; living back in my old home town, the very Minneapolis blocks where I was born, and where 3 or more generations of my family have lived. Here, and now, I feel all kinds of isolation (physical, psychological, political, literary-critical) from the larger world, the writerly world, and my fellow poets. So this blog is just another way for me to send sonar signals to that larger world – way off there, on shore.
