tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557764143731924508.post8029254765618669365..comments2023-09-26T09:37:08.613-05:00Comments on Dragon's Meow: Poetry & Paying Attention: Robert CreeleyKat Good-Schiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13041003493716724096noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557764143731924508.post-47141119060505706792008-04-01T12:15:00.000-05:002008-04-01T12:15:00.000-05:00The answer to your question is Archibald MacLeish,...The answer to your question is Archibald MacLeish, who used to live in Conway.<BR/><BR/>I have to say I find much of Creeley's work to be a bunch of bland nothings. However, I read one of his poems analyzed, I think by Edward Hirsch, which illustrated some poetic architecture was going on. The example, Dreams: Kinda ho hum for me. The kinda thing I often find in The New Yorker.<BR/><BR/>But I agree with the idea that a poem is not its paraphrase ("should not mean, but be.")Bob Hoeppnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15444406546204005661noreply@blogger.com