Jeezy the Younger calls himself the Snow Man. He must have a mind of winter. He has been cold a long time, incurring without fear the wrath of O’Reilly, though neither Bill nor Dennis Miller seemed quite certain whom they were discussing. Jeezy insists he simply spoke from a sense of civic obligation: “I had to say what’s on my mind like Oprah.” “Niggas just write / I recollect,” Jeezy tells us, “I really lived it, man”–a sentiment whose problems for the poetic intellect Robert Lowell eloquently documented in “Epilogue”:
Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme–
why are they no help to me now
I want to make
something imagined, not recalled?
Here in the Prairie State, we know from minds of winter, & as the mercury shunned the double digits, we have been riveted by the derailed & burning train that is our newly former governor (none of whose several public pronouncements in recent days has startled us more than the assertion that he & Harry Reid discussed Oprah herself as a possible replacement for the state’s departing junior senator). We have not forgotten our quondam leader’s wildly inappropriate citation of Tennyson’s “Ulysses” a few weeks back. He seems not to struggle with the making of something imagined, but plot & rhyme have helped him no whit. Blago has been desperately trying to spin his transgressions as motivated by a love of hood, but we are not sure he is listening to the right Young Jeezy track. Goodbye, poor passing fact: would that you had heeded the wisdom of the Snow Man: “We don’t talk on the phone, ’cause it might stick.”