Speculative poetry is the work of the present. It imagines what most of us will get wrong, a future more complicated and snaking, slow or quick, and wholly terrifying than what we will dream. Maybe this poem is about bees and maybe it isn’t; I won’t know until it’s too late for it to be anything else. – Tracy McCusker
In her latest Playtime post (seriously, the woman is a dynamo!), Tracy delivers a rejoinder to Alan DeNiro’s manifesto, Notes on Speculative Poetry. Appropriately, it is in the form of a prose poem. I had to read it twice: once for comprehension, again for pleasure. A few more times, I expect, for the accrual of wisdom. If I had the energy or wit, I’d compare Tracy’s thoughts to Ursula K. LeGuin’s as laid out in Language of the Night, which strikes me as a potentially fruitful exercise. Instead, I’ll just throw that comparison out there and let you lot work it out, if it so pleases you. I really enjoyed “Towards Speculative Poetry,” though. It’s a great piece. Let me know what you all think. ☕
Jeff and Hailee remain skeptical about this blog's claims to legitimacy.
My review of the Coens brothers’ True Grit is up at Playtime. I wrote the first draft in early January, and by sheer coincidence, Glenn Kenny put up a post earlier today about Raising Arizona, which spurred some commenters to make observations about the Coens’ approach to their characters that are eerily similar to those that I make in my review. I immodestly and recklessly submit this as irrefutable evidence that my opinions on the Coens have been validated in full. Happy birthday to me!
For my first post on this blog, I thought it would be prudent to create a set of links to articles I’ve already written for Playtime on topics relating in some way to religion. Sort of a house cleaning thing. I’ve touched on religious topics over there already, and I expect I will again in the future. Not all of these are even explicitly relevant to Christianity, but they provide some illumination of my continuing evolution as a critical writer, providing some context for what is to come. Be forewarned: some of these articles make liberal use of salty language.
Hey — nobody’s perfect. And I ain’t nobody.