tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371137905089559599.post5209573330143612092..comments2024-02-24T20:32:17.132-08:00Comments on BLOOD AND GUTSTEIN: SONNET (FOR BOOTBLACK ECHOES)DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11440571794661801261noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371137905089559599.post-75137429265688777532017-04-17T07:07:26.101-07:002017-04-17T07:07:26.101-07:00Thanks, Hthr. The "O" of perpetual outra...Thanks, Hthr. The "O" of perpetual outrage derives from some hallucination -- of mine -- about a relative lost in the second world war. <br /><br />Allow, allow, allow, allow, allow -- in my book, a perfectly iambic line. I would like to think that there's no disagreement about said scansion!<br /><br />Hthr, Hthr, Hthr, Hthr, Hthr, on the other hand, would be a perfectly trochaic line! <br /><br />---------grtstnDAN / DANIEL GUTSTEINhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11440571794661801261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371137905089559599.post-71925068693109798352017-04-16T15:54:57.945-07:002017-04-16T15:54:57.945-07:00Nice one, grtstn. The imperative impulse of "...Nice one, grtstn. The imperative impulse of "allow" invites openness to unexpected generosity, graciousness. Its repetition invites imaginings of inflection. Are poets slave to inference in the way scientists are to deduction? So much, ever, culminates in "O."hthrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03653557767832908780noreply@blogger.com