Feb
28
Reviewing Modern Visual Poetry
Dateline: Schenectady
As I flew to Tucson and back this week, I spent part of my time reading Willard Bohn’s Modern Visual Poetry. I bought the book a year and a half ago, right after I had discovered the book. I have another book by Bohn and he has written widely about visual poetry—especially French visual poetry, and more especially Apollinaire—so I knew he was a respectable critic who had an abiding interest in the art form. This new book of his held even greater interest to me, since it promised me modern visual poetry.
When I received the book, I realized I had forgotten about the Modernists. Because of this art movement, “modern” has a secondary frozen meaning to people discussing art, one that refers to a point in time that is now in the past.
As I flew to Tucson and back this week, I spent part of my time reading Willard Bohn’s Modern Visual Poetry. I bought the book a year and a half ago, right after I had discovered the book. I have another book by Bohn and he has written widely about visual poetry—especially French visual poetry, and more especially Apollinaire—so I knew he was a respectable critic who had an abiding interest in the art form. This new book of his held even greater interest to me, since it promised me modern visual poetry.
When I received the book, I realized I had forgotten about the Modernists. Because of this art movement, “modern” has a secondary frozen meaning to people discussing art, one that refers to a point in time that is now in the past.