I know where I'll be Sunday the 16th at 7 PM.
When I am not there I will be grading. When I am not grading I will be thinking about the problem of visionary poetry: poetry which does not proceed from the given to the ineffable, but starts with the ineffable and proceeds to madness, or doctrine.
I will also think about my fatigue with American moralism, how I move ever-closer to the position staked out by Ange Mliko, or how I would be doing so if staking out positions were not precisely antithetical to what Ange seems to be about.
I will think about the zone of autonomy that the aesthetic yet claims for itself, if only as a velleity.
I will plan my pastoral seminar and my poetry workshop.
I will attend a breastfeeding class in the hours before the poetry reading on Sunday.
I will or will not write about these things.
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