for American culture in general is "banal." We are drowning in end of Empire banality. I miss thorough conversation of some depth where a position is advanced and discussed. Does that happen anymore outside of classrooms around here? Maybe it's a German thing. But I remember quite a few satisfying conversations, like 5 course meal conversations that lasted for hours and fed the soul. Wither art thou gone, thou conversation, thou? I guess every now and then I get to hang out with Rob and Eric, so it's not like I've been sent to Siberia or anything, although, on occasion, it gets to feeling that way, relationally speaking. Also, want to give a small shout out to Donald Capps, whom I had never heard of, until I leaned back in my chair in the bowels of Fuller library, which actually has a name, Mcsomething or other, which escapes me at the moment. Anyhoo, I came across a book of his where he analyzes Denise Levertov and other poets from a therapist's perspective. He's got a slew of other titles and it's kind of good just knowing he's out there, taking her easy for all us sinners.
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