Tuesday, February 18, 2003
Watched, more like witnessed, 8 Women. To me, although I know the point was a satire of the movie musical, the action seemed rather stiff, although it had its moments of lightness.
Am reading John Tranter's The Floor of Heaven at the moment, a book-length narrative... It's interesting to ponder at what point the desire to narrate supercedes the need, when confronted with the poetic task, to write a line of poetry. To what extent does utility, the mechanics of moving forward, win out over the poet's right to rhapsodize?
Am reading John Tranter's The Floor of Heaven at the moment, a book-length narrative... It's interesting to ponder at what point the desire to narrate supercedes the need, when confronted with the poetic task, to write a line of poetry. To what extent does utility, the mechanics of moving forward, win out over the poet's right to rhapsodize?
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