Fall Samhain Moon
After a lackluster come back to Latin on the 17th of October, my confidence wavered. Kept at it though and today I finished my 60th verse since then. That was my goal for the two week period. Unless I’m way off, I’ve found my trireme legs again. Far from easy, but very far, too, from being opaque, as Latin was to me for the first 63 years of my life.
In fact, with the time I’ve got left over this next three days I’m going to start on Lucrectius’ De Rerum Natura. Some variety is helpful Greg says but Vergil and Caesar didn’t work for me. Couldn’t hold my interest. Lucretius will.
Started the last third of ModPo today with the Language poets. I’ve only read one piece so far, Albany, by Ron Perleman. It’s a 100 line autobiography in what he calls new sentences, each sentence personal and political. And, not in sequence.
It sounds strange but I found reading it a pleasure. A gestalt forms from the scraps of
More later on these contemporary poets working in an unusual way with poetry, memory, and story-telling.
