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I neglected to mention how much I enjoyed the Clarice Lispector book as well. ×

Though read it in spurts, and with absorption, then would put it down and forget everything. ×

That makes sense, the prose actually feels launched, volubly moving along ×

So more than modernist distress with closing the gap of form and content. ×

Really curious, though I don't think I ever got a handle on it ×

But writing towards a present tense, and about a present-- both her present of writing, and our present in reading, reminded me of Lyn Hejinian. ×

They both have these philosophical modes that are also plain spoken and funny. ×

Although Lispector writes more about the inadequacy of writing to relate the immediacy of thought ('the instant-now'), ×

and the metaphor is always flowing water. ×

Whereas Hejinian is always playing around with the way language constructs, ×

the metonymy as a means of relating thought rather than the lyric and narrative tendencies of metaphor. ×

Just listened to this (kinda cute) analysis of part of My Life, on the way up to my parents' house, deep in the triangle ×

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/audioitem/4540 ×

I like the ending, which I think works similarly to how you describe the American language poetry. ×

The confluence of longing we'll call it, and something formally determined is something I think about often, and aspire to ×

There's this anecdote about Donald Barthelme telling his class ×

“‘We have a wacky mode. What must a wacky mode do? ×

...Break their hearts.”” ×

Or from Lispector: ×

“You gave me a ring of glass and then it broke and love ended”. ×