Taking a page from Elizabeth S Clarke’s book, in the figurative sense, an excerpt of what I got out of a movie review: Non-punctilious Cloverfield.
(What remains is still emotive. Is coherancy, greater or lesser? How much of the content and writer identity successfully carried when “stripped of content”? Even now it still seems like a negative review; speaking of reviews.)
oh.
i don’t even know how to respond to that.
interesting link though to the idea about reviewing.
that’s one of the reasons why i left that pffa forum that critiques poetry, because reviewing poetry there always feels like i’m getting squished through a pasta machine, flattened so that only what they like remains.
once i got a flame from a mod by replying to somebody’s comment disagreeing with them. sigh.
returning to the clarke book and your response though. hmm. reminds me of the discussion of what constitues as visual poetry and what is art. and whether there is necessarily overlap or separation between the two.
you always have such thought provoking entries.