One of the classes I took in American Literature was based on poetry in the last century, with an emphasis on work post WW 2. American Poetry, leaving out the Beats, which is too bad, as Ginsburg’s epic poem captured my attention, lively and alive. I even wound up a collection of his stuff, and to this day, consider it, in the more modern term, “Epic.”
There was one group, sub-genre in the bifurcated, messy literary taxonomy of the last century, that grouping, as I recall, was “The Confessionals.”
Blogs and poor bloggers need to look towards that sub-group for help with self-analysis.
I just finished reading the e-text of a book by that new internet-generation, (bleep) My Dad Says.
Book based on a twitter feed, and both became a TV show, brief, but brilliant. Capt. Kirk. Just about anything with him is good.
The deal it’s the book, it is the first book I completely read on an iPad, the underpinnings make it confessional, and there’s a secondary element now in play.
Has to do with a generation seeking approval from parents, most notably, a father figure. The denouement, the end of the book, almost a postscript, that sums up a generation’s feelings in a single post.
“Unbelievable. People pay you for this.”