I felt guilty for getting so little done on this project last week, so I did a few more tonight. Charles Scribner III I am not.
And now that I’ve read the first page of the actual book, I suddenly doubt my ability to ‘find’ poetry in Gatsby. It is possible there was already some poetry in there.
(or Once Great?)
a new end followed after an explosion of fame,
a skyrocketing, a new generation, the Great Last
VI, VII, VIII
spared the fate
Red, White, Blue
did not as often do
three times into the valley of ashes
I know the marvelous catalogue
the sky, the sea, eternity
the whole pathetic time