i like this alot

“Pound is also really “tough.” There is a “tough guy” quality to the Modernist stance: look at my dense surfaces, my endless cross-language jumps and my infinite allusions. You won’t ever “get me,” motherfucker. You won’t ever beat me. I’m tough. My brain is made of a steel baseball bat.”

and the suburban gangsta rap. very cool.

i got the email back from the prof and you were right, its in the wcw memoir.

i like this alot

“Pound is also really “tough.” There is a “tough guy” quality to the Modernist stance: look at my dense surfaces, my endless cross-language jumps and my infinite allusions. You won’t ever “get me,” motherfucker. You won’t ever beat me. I’m tough. My brain is made of a steel baseball bat.”

and the suburban gangsta rap. very cool.

i got the email back from the prof and you were right, its in the wcw memoir.

Bukzie also reveres a lot of Classical stuff for that sake of having an Ideal, right? Like the world’s gone to shit versus pillars of the Classic, Non-Shitty world vision, etc.

John Gardner wrote some really true and unblinking stuff about this kind of attitude in one of his books. Maybe I will do a John Gardner post and it will garner a lot of anti-whatever shittalking.

I feel like Buk Buk is not like this as much in his later poetry, tho. I like his later poetry a lot. It reminds me of suburban gangsta rap or something. His Apple II and his lawn are his bling, his “fuck y’all, all y’all, I’m risen up” kind of stance. And it’s kind of confused, kind of frantic in its bravado. Kowski is better at this than most, I think, softer and more honest.

Pound is also really “tough.” There is a “tough guy” quality to the Modernist stance: look at my dense surfaces, my endless cross-language jumps and my infinite allusions. You won’t ever “get me,” motherfucker. You won’t ever beat me. I’m tough. My brain is made of a steel baseball bat.

It seems that is not so far from other postures of masculinity.

Or maybe the Buketter just liked that hair, yo.

Bukzie also reveres a lot of Classical stuff for that sake of having an Ideal, right? Like the world’s gone to shit versus pillars of the Classic, Non-Shitty world vision, etc.

John Gardner wrote some really true and unblinking stuff about this kind of attitude in one of his books. Maybe I will do a John Gardner post and it will garner a lot of anti-whatever shittalking.

I feel like Buk Buk is not like this as much in his later poetry, tho. I like his later poetry a lot. It reminds me of suburban gangsta rap or something. His Apple II and his lawn are his bling, his “fuck y’all, all y’all, I’m risen up” kind of stance. And it’s kind of confused, kind of frantic in its bravado. Kowski is better at this than most, I think, softer and more honest.

Pound is also really “tough.” There is a “tough guy” quality to the Modernist stance: look at my dense surfaces, my endless cross-language jumps and my infinite allusions. You won’t ever “get me,” motherfucker. You won’t ever beat me. I’m tough. My brain is made of a steel baseball bat.

It seems that is not so far from other postures of masculinity.

Or maybe the Buketter just liked that hair, yo.

i concur on WCW. Pound I’m not a fan of. He’s more interested in jerking his ego than writing anything interesting (at least to me).

bukowski idolized him. i never understood that.

i concur on WCW. Pound I’m not a fan of. He’s more interested in jerking his ego than writing anything interesting (at least to me).

bukowski idolized him. i never understood that.

The metre stuff is good. He had some funny lines in there too. Specifically how he describes avoiding reading other authors to mitigate subconscious influence on one own’s writing except for Jane Austen. There is no worry for influence because her writing is so bland.

I chuckled at that.

The metre stuff is good. He had some funny lines in there too. Specifically how he describes avoiding reading other authors to mitigate subconscious influence on one own’s writing except for Jane Austen. There is no worry for influence because her writing is so bland.

I chuckled at that.