Life keeps hurtling forward, bursting forth. It’s spring in California, the jasmine’s come in and the streaky roses. It’s been raining hard all morning; just now it stopped abruptly. Lyn writes in My Life, “she observed that detail minutely, as if it were botanical. As if words could unite an ardent intellect with the external material world.” This is Lyn, vitally observing, drawing it all into relation, the mind and the world, botanical, passionate. Making words hold life, making words as life. “Such that art is inseparable from the search for reality,” she writes.
S. Burt and Ch. Bernstein, On Experiment (Rutgers, April 10, 2014) (audio files)
On Experiment, Rutgers - New Brunswick conference, orgnized by Rachel Feder
April 10, 2014
In which Burt argues for experimental poetry and I argue against it, in an Alice-in-Wonderland-like reversal.