tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653299078008524558.post1356682338086378025..comments2009-02-17T14:30:24.175-08:00Comments on The Frantic Force: The Frantic ForceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653299078008524558.post-51917711201190459982008-11-26T01:23:00.000-08:002008-11-26T01:23:00.000-08:00Let me be the first to comment.I do not agree that...Let me be the first to comment.<BR/><BR/>I do not agree that poets are polemicists or romantic airheads, nor that their kind of narcissism is akin to that of politicians.'<BR/><BR/>A poet is an artist, a interpretive chameleon in the service of man, but mostly to his art, which if good, has the benevolent side effect of enabling man to help place himself in relationship to the universe and persons. It can be a noble pursuit and is not for sissies.<BR/><BR/>That said, there are publicity-hungry poets like Ginsberg and Lowell and more solitary varieties like Wilbur and Ashbery. Milan Kundera in "Slowness" calls the former variety "dancers." These are the chameleons of the stage, the spotlight-stricken maneuverers seeking celebrity. As such, they occur in every category of endeavor, including macroeconomic commentary.<BR/><BR/>Good to have you blogging!<BR/><BR/><BR/>Thine as ever,<BR/><BR/>CEC. E. Chaffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.com