Wally, I have foresaken thee

I started off this blog with commentary relating to poet B. Copeland's commentary in her own blog, about how she can't read Wallace Stevens.  I wanted to make it my point to read him and then decide if I too, could not read him either.  It has now been close to 6 months and I have yet to read him.  It seems, perhaps, her dilemma (and the use of the word dilemma in this situation is truly up to the beholder), has become mine, albeit for different reasons altogether...i am sloth personified...nahh, I'm just absorbed in my own work....eh, well, maybe its denial too..digress digress,, ahh, to be sailing down the Nile!