Dear Adam, These
poems strike me as profound in a new way. It's their
more complete integration of form and subject that
creates meaning transcending what is on the page. But they
must be read on the page. "Day Form" is like a
struggle to create out of the mundane. And of course
the play between form and content. Maybe a little
obvious. It gives an effect of desperation (subtle)
with the first and last words "Form...splintered-".
With "To Gil Ott" you have approached
death more succintly than any other poem of yours
I've seen on the subject. A more metaphysical effect
produced by word choice and form. I like this one
better. But death is more of a meaty subject, no?