The Thing about Publishing.
I’m drinking coffee at my desk. The baby’s napping, Lance took Vincent for a walk. And I’ve just noticed a couple phrases Lance scrawled on the legal pad on my desk at some point in the last day or so: “Robust incoherence” and “transcendent vacuity”. I don’t know if he was criticizing something himself or…
Rodney Jones in Parnassus.
From Rodney Jones’ poem “On Criticism” in the new issue of Parnassus: Poetry in Review: Without taste, criticism inflates to theory. The technique and not the art. The theology without the religion. The critic fails when he stops thinking of the sweetness.