Sunday, June 18, 2006
There are things that were good then and are still good now.
There are things that were good then but are shit now.
And then there are things that were shit all along.
I've always wanted to say this, but reading yet another post about him on Ron Silliman's blog has finally persuaded me: Charles Olson was a shit poet, shit then and shit all along. He had a few ideas about typography and that was it. He never wrote a single half-decent poem his whole life long.
He was NO BLOODY GOOD. And that's all the room I have in my brain for Charles Olson. Any fresh information on the subject can go live in someone else's brain instead.