Wilson's strategy consists, in the main, of seeking out and interrogating poetry that navigates these two impulses to varying aesthetic advantage. So much for paraphrase. I believe ultimately in the material value of ludic labor. Instead, I want to follow Wilson's example, and offer my readers a rather odd, and oddly personalized, set of conjunctions - or perhaps better, disjunctions. And indeed, in pondering such questions, I find myself falling back, inexorably, on my own idiosyncratic lexicon - my interior sources, and unauthorized motives.
Nobody gets too much haven no more.
And I'm clearly not the first to remark so, or to so struggle, outsider-insider that I am, or imagine myself to be. Wilson, Featherston, Balaz, Saijo, Schultz, Spahr, Tranter, Luoma, Kinsella, et al . are busy asking such questions, and no doubt ruffling some feathers. And it seems to this east-west migratory bird that, while making due in our ports and happy havens, we would do well to listen to them squawk. It is made available here without charge for personal use only.