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.

Great Once
(or Once Great?)

a new end followed after an explosion of fame,
a skyrocketing, a new generation, the Great Last
publication,
the death,
the apotheosis
extraodinary

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
flawless