13 Ways of Blegging About a Poem


Among twenty glowing iBooks,
The only moving things
Were the hands of the bloggers.


I was of three minds,
Like a post
On which there are three comments.


The blogger fisked in righteous rage.
It was a small part of the blogosphere.


A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and their blogroll
Are one.


I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of invective
Or the beauty of innuendo,
A blogpost by Malkin
Or on Kausfiles.


Bicycles filled the parking lot
At the blog expo.
The conference attendees
Crossed it for a smoke.
The mood
Traced by the bloggers
An indecipherable cause.


O pale men of Starbucks,
Why do you imagine Pulitzers?
Do you not see how your blog posts
Obviate the need
For the main-stream media?


I know novel writing
And screenplays, even musical lyrics;
But I know, too,
That my blogging has usurped
All else I know.


When the blogger turned off his Treo,
He felt teh suck
To be off-line all evening.


At the sight of bloggers
Typing in the green room,
Even the head of CNN
Would cry out sharply.


He rode over Washington
In a black limo.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
An email from his girlfriend
For commentspam.


The internet is up.
A blogger must be blogging.


It was nighttime at half-past noon.
He was blogging
And he was going to blog.
The blogger sat
In his comfy chair.

So . . . at the beginning of this year I resolved that I was finally ready to start suffering and write that symphony, or, rather, novel, or, rather, odd-shaped thing that probably shouldn’t be called a novel but it isn’t factual and it doesn’t rhyme, so . . .

Anyhow, I need to understand Wallace Stevens’ famous poem better because it features in several places. Any suggestions for where to turn? Ideal would be a short, erudite and not-impenetrable book that treats Stevens’ work generally but has a good discussion of “Thirteen Ways” somewhere within.