The blog, “Writing the Holocaust,” as of this morning has just two blog posts, one for March and one for April. But it’s of interest to me nevertheless. April’s is a longish entry giving “some cautions on writing Holocaust poetry.” It begins with Charles Reznikoff and makes reference to Holocaust verse by Snodgrass, Rich, C.K. Williams, et alia.
If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees, — if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: “I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!” If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks again the yellow drawn shades, —