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22 November 2004. At New-Poetry one of the participants slammed some poet for "self-parody," a standard crticial term third-rate critics use against big-reputation poets they don't like. That got me thinking about intentional self-parody, which I vaguely recall trying once, unsuccessfully. It seems like a terrific exercise for serious poets, though, so I started thinking about how I'd parody myself. As I remarked in an e.mail to Michael Snider after he'd said something about the difficulty of writing serious self-parody, "Yeah, I was thinking about that. You'd have to know what all your dumbest mannerisms were, but if you did, you wouldn't be using them! The more I think about it, though, the more I think how valuable it would be for a serious poet to try to do a parody of his poetry. I think he'd learn a huge amount in the process."

It struck me that I probably could do a pretty good job parodying my Poem poems. In fact, I think most of my rough drafts of Poem poems are parodies for I try to push my devices--mainly neologizing, using one part of speech for another, infraverbality, and surrealism--to extremes. Then I revise them down to better sense. And the Poem poems are almost always romantically sardonic, which should be easy enough to parody. A possible parody immediately suggested itself, but then it as quickly turned into a possibly serious poem as I thought about it. So, two days ago, I began writing it, wondering where it would go. I thought I'd post it as my blog entry for that day. I only got three lines done, though:

Poem Meets His Double

Murked in his too ophenedness, inware 
only, if that, Poem
spingled lamely into 


I looked at it yesterday, but without getting any ideas as to what to add to it. Today, though, I immediately, unreflectingly, pushed it forward:

Poem Meets His Double

Murked in his too offennedness, inware 
only, if that, Poem
lingled lamefully intrue underestness.
The craternal just-audible billow of 
the near-sightedness of the rocks above him
had no effect on him, nor
did the fiersh odors of the pre-skyed
grass, weeds and flowers more than blink a moment
or two into his nearrowing,
colorlessingly.

So far, I like several things in this. It does seem a parody to me, but no more than most of my Poem poems. I hope I can add two or three more stanzas to it. I must add one more.






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