Behind all this, to see through this blog thing, I have to think to see the world the way a single man might see it. To use words as a bee or a wanna-bee would use them. To talk with the voice of a bee. This buzz is my buzz “in the poet’s summary of life and old age” as Helen Vendler says in her review of John Ashbery’s collection of new poems, “Planisphere.” (New York Time Book Review, 10-13-09).
There is a cultral mystery here in this disambiguitized world of the internet: There should be room for a bit of personal ambiguity.