I'm not sure if it is appropriate to call it poetry, what I write.
I'm envious of people's knowledge of form. Of the technical side of it all.
I'd like to know about the technicalities of form.
I'd like to know what you know, Golub.
I was listening about that Renaissance stuff and I thought it was really cool.
I have this desire to work within confines. This desire for expression that is regulated by the conventions of a time.
But what are our conventions?
Is it possible to go off in prose? I guess so.
But for some reason clumps of lines feel so much different.
The form feels so different.
What is poetry? I ought to read something on poetry.
Something about form.
I want to read Hayden White's book The Content Of The Form. Would be valuable, I bet.
Never read a whole book by him. Only essays.
I'm doing some serious writing tonight on life as art.
I feel better and better about it.
Which is nice because for a while I wasn't.