a fool in the forest

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  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
        forest,
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
        terms,
    In good set terms and yet a motley
        fool.

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards
        familiers.

    Les Fleurs du Mal,
    “Correspondances”

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7


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November 20, 2004

More John Berryman: Syntax Boldly

The Power Line weblog is a three-man operation (a three-lawyer operation to be strictly accurate) mostly of a political bent and decidedly conservative.  (The site was prominently in the forefront in debunking the forged documents behind 60 Minutes' report on President Bush's service in the Texas Air National Guard, for example.)  Occasionally, one or another of the PowerLiners will veer in a cultural direction, as has happened today.

Scott Johnson, the Power Line triumvir who posts as "The Big Trunk," offers up a salute to John Berryman (accompanied by much dissing of fellow Minnesotan poet Robert Bly).  That post in turn links to a Berryman appreciation set to appear in tomorrow's Washington Post in Edward Hirsch's "Poet's Choice" column on the occasion of the new Selected Berryman that I mentioned below.  Hirsch kindly quotes one of my own favorite Berryman lines -- which I would have done myself if only the book weren't packed away at the moment -- the closing line of the very late poem, "King David Dances":

all the black same I dance my blue head off!

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