some tweets of mine favd by Queso aka @djbitchtits
"All life of the spirit (like the words soul or spirit) is so subverted to business (in all its extending tentacles of meaning or rather demeaning as a word) that we are likely to want whatever outbreak of a soul in things. Like people in cities crave animal life and even have joy at the sight of a shabby caged up lion, and must have zoos because they provide some sop to a love of wild-life. So, our biggest error is I think to give any spiritual phenomenon an almost uncritical assent. To go mad or to be sick is we know a breaking out of the evil thing that is the dominating order of the time: but the very evil of this order is that it throws up sacrifices of the mad and the sick. And once we have the evidence of a Gauguin we can judge the failure and sickness of an Eilshemius; but Eilshemius can be compared closer at home with Eakins and Ryder. And “judged,” “compared” only because creative has got to mean something other than or more than genius in itself. I’d built up the idea that Ginsberg’s trajectory was in search of any and whatever “genius,” and even built up a criticism of such a purpose in a poet, a critical project toward undertaking the old struggle to give reality (realize) the good, beauty etc. But damn it, I went to Ginsberg’s reading last Saturday and in the middle of the sixth poem suddenly saw that it was all a sell, and had no more to do with poetry than an evening of Randall Jarrell or Richard Wilbur. So I got up and walkd out. Into the bliss of not having to have any ideas about Ginsberg at all, but only my prejudices or rather, because I was prejudiced to believe I was going to hear something really wrong at worst and at best that I was going to hear something that must be of concern wherever the imagination and spirit are of concern, a reaction then based on impulse before all information was in etc. But, tho many told me they were “bored” etc., all took pleasure in sitting thru that reading in order to have an opinion about it. And, because of the epiphany of that suddenly realizing I did not have to listen to this (it was like first walking out on a lecture at school), I thot how often we sit and writhe when we should go free before we start feeding on our annoyance. I shall now make my honest profession to know no more of Ginsberg than I know of geology (a lecture series I all but flunked in college because the drone of it put me to sleep.) But I have learnd that there’s a real joy in escape! If only I had had the courage of inner urges and been able to walk out on Jarrell, Garrigue and Wilbur, Spender and many others who provided doldrums of attention."
— Robert Duncan