(or, an index of how old & out-of-touch I am:)
(An exchange between two Facebook friends, younger poets, whose names I've omitted:)
Friend #1 (in her status update): Allen Grossman is my second cousin (twice removed) --- for reals.
Friend #1 (commenting on her own status): Should I let him know the good news (kidding)?
Friend #2 (commenting): Is he the one who wrote How to Do Things with Tears?
Friend #1: I think so?
Friend #2: I liked that book, even though it's very Poundian.... He wrote a book of prose called The Sighted Singer that I read with great interest back in my grad school days, which was kind of Blakean/rational-in-a-weird-way. [Two other younger poets, whose names I've omitted] really like his writing, I think. I remember them writing about him back in the blogging days.
Friend #1: Thanks for the info! I'm totally going to lose some street cred being this closely associated with SoQ :)
Friend #2: Hey, he's published by New Directions. I think he's kind of "marginally" quiet. Not that those distinctions are as relevant as they used to be.
I leave the analysis of this to more supple, elastic, & indeed younger minds than my own. But man, that "back in the blogging days" hurts...