Thinking too fast about that thing you hear re: Robert Creeley all the time (whoa, deja vu, did I already ho-hum about this on-blog, like two years ago? probably) that is, how he said yes to everything. There’s of course no way to google this but an attempt does turn up that great quote:

“Oh yes, the sentence,” Creeley once told the critic Burton Hatlen, “that’s what we call it when we put someone in jail.”

Poor sentence.

Or, not thinking about it at all! The YES. No, what I was thinking about, with my friend last night on the phone, is how easily we each feel reprimanded by that infinite yes, in alternately damning ways: I should be saying yes more often, I’m not generous, or, I say yes too much. To anyone/anything. I’ve got no standards (you can see how one – one! ha – could get lost in this, how exactly do I generate standards, again? or “who am I” “to” “say no” “to what” “is being offered” “I can’t see!”)

There’s more here tumbling around, “Homage to Creeley”, Spicer in general, (how can I put ‘in general’ there) and Duncan, the arcane, the hidden, privelege, visibility, the tiniest units of exchange, do they matter? Well of course they do.

Also

I’ve got a little glass menagerie of quotations regarding yes, the Image going on, is there something from your mind, perhaps stuck there from a classroom long ago and which you unfortunately can’t eject, it plagues you in fact, as regards this word or idea? Send it on, please! I will recycle.

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