yet more from Dear Popescu!

I was delighted to see my modest stack—which generally receives but 400 or so viewers on a good day—received gracious viewing from more than 2100 of you yesterday. Therefore, more from Dear Popescu.

I, too, have thought to compose a psalm or two. Well, several psalms, an idiot’s psalms, as it were. That said, I had not thought to admit—regrettable oversight!—such gestures as likely templates for self-portraiture, or, as you indicate, anti-portraiture. I’m still working out what to make of this lush confusion.

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Meantime, I am very much moved by your attending here to the puzzle of identity and of identity’s representation. It is surely a puzzle that is analogous to the fraught relation between poet and speaker of the poem, no? As fictions go, that relation is perhaps most fraught, most confusing. Of late, I’m all but ready to admit that the speaker of the poem is more nearly a truer revelation of the poet, as such, than would be any collation of data regarding that person’s biography and its contingent ties to happenstance. The speaker of the poem—I’m thinking—is surely the deeper disclosure of the more authentic soul, deliberately articulated in the roiling midst of accidental happenstance. I continue to puzzle the terms, and hope to arrive at a more efficacious sense of things. May it be blessed, and—dear Popescu—may you, now and ever.