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Saturday, July 05, 2003
Coming around to the home stretch. Should be able to post within the hour.
Meanwhile, here's an interesting "piece" from this booK, Alexandra Papaditsas and Kent Johnson, The Miseries of Poetry: Traductions from the Greek:
Fragment
[Moths have eaten here. Who sent them?]
they will remember us
by our pieces. Our torsos
will move them to poetry.
They will put our parts on parade,
to imagine what we were,
so to forget what they,
dreaming us, are.
--Attalyda, provenance and dates unknown. From papyrus discovered in the Montazah Palace find, Alexandria, Egypt, 1998.
The brackets: check out the use of brackets to enclose another story continuously throughout this book--in fact the only practical continuity.
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10:44 PM
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Stephen Vincent got thinking about the poem above in Miseries, and created this "Conversation" response:
Don't even worry
We will be forgotten
Without a torso
And what else
There will be nothing
Upon which to imagine:
Not even this beautiful hand.
They will have to use their own.
May the Gods bless them
As well.
Check out how this literally hinges with the joints or turns in the other poem. A very interesting take, Stephen, on form inclusive of concerns both for content and for structural poetic.
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6:49 PM
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Field Report:
I have finished one third of the recon of my essay on Kent's Miseries. I'm liking this one much better. I wanted to post it but then realized that since it is the beginning third of a linear development, and blogging posts choronologically, then the essay introduction will come last for readers. No, I don't think I want that.
This is actually becoming an interesting probem I will have to share with my writing students when back at teaching in the fall.
But when I am done with this here expository, linear thing?-- I'm writing reams of imploded fragmenta, so send me your best lyric collisions no more than 4 words each: a new genre: I'm calling it Blogger's Archaelogy of Non-Linear Knowledge. Um, how weird is that little fantasy? (don't go there!)
more soon.
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6:44 PM
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Let's Have a Picnic!--a few words from my favorite sponsor:
When the people of Lhasa (Tibet)
sometimes climbed for pleasure,
they chose hills of a reasonable
size and on reaching the top
would burn incense, say prayers,
and then relax with a picnic.
--Dalai Lama
I am Still doing recon.
But want to say
Stephanie, thanks so much.
and Hello & Congratulations to Professor (YaY!!) Cedrick May (hi Ced!!), of Auburn University in Birmingham, Alabama. Professor May is working on a book about the Dr. Martin Luther King Museum in Birmingham, and is visiting his family in Cleburn, Texas this week.
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5:21 PM
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Life's Little Mysteries/ Miseries Dept.
Blogger X'd my essay on Kent Johnson's Miseries of Poetry (they left a nice little note down there where the essay used to be). So, I'm reconstructing it. Will post again as soon as done (this afternoon). In segments. Thanks for yr patience. In segments.
ZaZenY'all
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11:54 AM
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Friday, July 04, 2003
Hello & Happy Fourth of July to Mark Weiss! Here's some beauty in lyric poetry from Mr. Weiss to make the holiday and our happiness to have it, more luxuriuos than ever:
XXVIII
A last drink with the boatman
and the water lapping. Lost
in blue froth
at the edge
of the wave at the end
of night.
Layers of froth, and inland
the sound of dawn-birds and the last revelers.
Wind blows the white pages.
Last blue of night
first blue of morning.
*
The dangerous conflict
of the non-human.
*
Into the darkest place
the light penetrates.
Sculpting with light.
The ghost of a brush stroke
the ghost of a thought
the ghost of an imprint.
The shore of the sun
the powder of light
and at night
here on the edge of it
here where it breaks or drifts
this vulgar place
density of event
dots in matrix.
*
The sail the sun
the horizon
*
Sky interpenetrates the tree
as an act of passion.
Sky-theater.
*
The bend of a thumb
the bend of a nipple.
The thrilling rain.
*
Someone has died in this thrilling rain.
The terrible wind in
whatever kind of trees.
*
I have made this voyage
before, *
and before
and before
and before.
**
*
Mark Weiss, Figures: 32 Poems Chax Press , 2001. (27)
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4:30 PM
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Nick ! of the Wisdom Crush List! Happy Fourth to you and yours
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1:46 PM
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an email from India: Good News: this week a special Wedding in Banglore!!
Here's wishing a very Happy Wedding to my good friend, Gurudev Sirsi. Gurudev will be married this coming Monday, July 7, 2003, to his beloved bride Aruna, at 12-34 pm (Abhijin) in Bangalore 560011 INDIA
For the Happy Couple, a poetic Offering:
words from ancient Greek poet, Psappha (here, translated to English by Josephine Balmer), for the happy couple:
"Lucky Bridegroom,
the marriage you have prayed for has come to pass
and the bride you dreamed of is yours...
Beautiful bride,
to look at you gives joy; your eyes are like honey,
love flows over your gentle face...
[The goddess of love] Aphrodite
has honored you above all others"
Happiness!
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1:40 PM
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Special Happy Fourth! to Li Bloom,
who emailed to say she, too, listens
to Buena Vista Social Club! And hey, Li,
some wonderful lyrics up there on yr blog--enjoyin' it.
The Truth is Out There
not In Here!!
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1:23 PM
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More Wishes for a Happy Fourth of July!!
***Read Fredrick Douglass' speech about the meaning of the Fourth, on Chris Sullivan's Slight Publications
***Read an interview by Sentinel Poetry editor, Nnorom Azuonye, with Stephen Vincent, on teaching and learning in 70s Nigeria. Also exerpts from Stephen's *Walking*
Sentinel Poetry:"Stand Firm at the Gate of Your Heart!"
***Read about Kent Johnson's Alexandra: Her Best Miseries: Shoving It to Embarrased Purveyors of Hegemonic Authority and Thick Headed High Culture, right here at Texfiles (later) today.
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4:51 AM
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Listening to Buena Vista Social Club. Does anyone around here listen to it? I like it. What a cool project Ry Cooder did on this.
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2:04 AM
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Thursday, July 03, 2003
Special Report from Texfiles' Yearly Chris-on-the-Road Series:
Posting from YaY!!--The coffee shop aka Coffee Haus in Lincoln Square, North Arlington, Texas. What an adventure: they actually have people drinking coffee here :) also, live acoustic guitar players/singers. and drums. I love drums. These are a little tame. but kinda nice. i wz listening to techno all day tho, so all that gauzy band-aid acoustic (how awful is Janis Joplin--o Tex!--slowed to a temp of 31 farenheit?) grates a little. and people are noisy--good for them, not so good for my reading. try this with Janis and drumming in slomo-slush, for background:
"Marius Plotius Art of Grammar[on the Dactylic Metre]: The dactylic
Adonian dimeter catalectic was invented by Sappho, and that is why it is also
called the monoschematist Sapphic [oooo, yeah, i like how that sounds!] for it is
always composed of a dactyl and a spondee [ spondee is another cool word: it should always have a smiley face attached to it with a sunflower threatening just two inches away to scoop up any forgotten sunlight to store away for foggy San Francisco mornings, no?]; compare:
Woe for Adonis!" (25)**
Woa-yeah, right. I think six syllables dropped below the horizon waving white flags in the second clause. So much better with Janis and vice versa (actually, it could be... maybe there's something to this).
But: i'm eating a giant chocolate chip cookie. not bad, tho i have to say mine are better. will go home soon for green tea cocoon.
ZaZenY'all
**Loeb Lyra Graeca. ed., trans., JM Edmonds (Harvard Up, 1963), 199.
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9:52 PM
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Department of Stirring
Things Up (then I'm off to look into some Lobel & Page Sappho
in a coffee shop with outdoor tables!--i never go to them but will try this time).
Some Paulo Leminski (as translated by the incomparable Chris Daniels)*
to cool off the heat-lowering, institutional-chirrrrpy parts of the day:
wash me out
thin me down
mix me up
until
after me
after us
after everything
nothing's left
but the charm
[love this next one: seems to call attention to attitude adjustment for a few literary matters of colonization: great choice, Chris!]
one of these days i wanna be
a great english poet
of the last century
saying
o sky o sea o folk o destiny
fight in India, 1866
go down in a clandestine shipwreck
Haikus
enormous night--
everything sleeps
but your name
silk curtains
the wind comes through
without asking
1.
Zealous beasts keep minarets,
constellations are signs.
No starshadow;
comets--solemn;
the moon--enigma.
Celestial bodies--in contact,
hard light of hierarchy on high.
from Paolo Leminski, Meta(/other)poems trans. Chris Daniels, ed. with Chris Chen. Grand Quiskadee Publishing: Berkeley, 2003
"Translation Fights Cultural Narcissism"
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7:07 PM
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special thanks to Aimee! for the X-men Quizilla.
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11:45 AM
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I took the Quizilla test, and here are my results (a little mirror ouch: fear=that much a motive?): But hey, I am Storm. She's cool, yes-- Oo--I think I *like* this!!
 You are Storm!
You are very strong and very protective of those you love. You are in tune with nature and are very concerned with justice and humanity. Unfortunately, certain apprehensions and fears are very hard for you to overcome, and can often inhibit you when most need to be strong.
Which X-Men character are you most like? brought to you by Quizilla
chris at
11:40 AM
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Tornado Alley Countdown Love # 94
morning, lOvE!--
hairy arc of Hell’s
Angels gentling
three-ball time
cue rub by platinum
girl & blue chalk
to wrist, ("baby,"
you say
“just quick”) lilac
school house walk
instead--
fun-house
feel
one trinket’s tiny eye
bead & gold
margarita
salt on yr lip
love
finger mining
musem floor
map for all lost
wanting
velvet drape & rock booth
palm to palm:
ultraviolet & underground
cave-ins left
main street wrecked
so wrecked--
brilliant
fire engine
survives red
from Spirit
Room to Mingus,
let's just call it
the other Jerome
Chris Murray
Tornado Alley Series
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4:42 AM
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Wednesday, July 02, 2003
From Jack's Mars & Venus Dept.
Hey Deborah,
I know exactly what you mean about the desk and all the papers, the names of forgotten students (apologies, yes, to those we sometimes forget), but really, best of all is that random pile of forgotten writings: it proves something Spicer favored--a lot of unself. So, me, you, we are not the writers. We are the whirr: Spicer used the trope of Martians to convey it: They are channeled to do the writing. Now, I know--the complaint is, well, it sounds kinda WAcK!! but point is: writing reads and writes us, or is always there trying to do so. Sometimes our hands are there on the paper, too.
Um... and then six months later the hands go back in to straighten up the little mess. It's just like love. LuV & MaRTiaNs, yes.
But to be really honest, I do not like that idea at all. I want to mean what I say, say what I mean. So, basic paradox: Paradox is from Mars, Writing is from Venus.
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9:50 PM
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Yes: China, Hello! I'm glad you like Texfiles. Thanks for letting me know.
chris at
9:30 PM
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Dept. of Squirrel Classics
Wow--Kasey,
super "homophonic" on Sappho's *Poikilothronos Athanat Aphrodita* !
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7:54 PM
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Some Good News in Texas:
Joe Ahearn, editor of Dallas' Rancho Loco Press and of Veer mag, has just released a new electronic chapbook that RoCkS.
Check out Joel Chace's chapbook, Levee, of down home, local-*loco* New Orleans poems:
go to
www.rancho-loco-press.com/veer/
Look for the VEER Chapbook series at bottom of page. Click on through to Joel's book, yes, but also note that there are 2 choices once you get to the Veer contents page: Definitely read both. Chapbook # 1 is Brian Clements' Ion (hi, Brian!) one of DFW's finest poets and best teachers, here, too.
My candidate for a Top Ten List in Texas blurbs:
Joe's, for Rancho Loco:
Think Global,
Act Loco!
Hell, yeah...
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12:15 PM
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Wonderful reading entry posted at Cahiers de Corey yesterday, reader afloat--telescoping--views on aethetics, between Adorno and Kant (!) in fascinating ways. Lovely quotes.
One of several provocative statements (oH So oRaCuLaR!) in Adorno's Aesthetic Theory :
"Artworks are alive in that they speak in a fashion that is denied to natural objects and the subjects who make them." (5)
Thanks for this thoughtful, detailed entry, Joshua Corey.
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1:11 AM
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Tuesday, July 01, 2003
E-hem & Em-broideries:
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Something for Eileen Tabios (who liked my line in To Do List, below, *Talk to wary starfish* and who took the time to work out problems & Blogger-frustrations to post a report about the Barbara Guest, Audacious Imagination event)--Thanks, Eileen!!
wArYsTaR
FisH SaYs **fiN-Fin
uN2. fiIDDlE oVeR
sAND, RolLinG
& haLLOwEd, bABY.**
HoW pOoL.
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4:38 PM
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To Do List:
Laundry
Laundry
Dishes
Grade exams
Turn grades in to Registrar
Eat at Baby/Blue: Paradise Downtown
No packing allowed:
Find nearest Ocean for indefinite stay
(dirty water but Galveston= easy drive, so OK)
Look for SeASheLL(_)
Drink green tea
Talk to wary starfish
ZaZenY'all
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11:15 AM
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Dept. of JaCk-WiZdOm:
"Dante would have blamed Beatrice
If she turned up alive in a local bordello
Or Newton gravity
If apples fell upward
What I mean is words
Turn mysteriously against those who use them
Hello says the apple
Both of us were object.
______________________________________
"There is a universal here that is dimly recognized. I mean everybody says some kinds of love are horseshit. Or invents a Beatrice to prove that they are.
"What Beatrice did did not become her own business. Dante saw to that. Sawed away the last plank anyone he loved could stand on."
By Jack Spicer
"Sheep Trails Are Fateful to Strangers"
The Heads of the Town
(Collected Books: Black Sparrow, 1975)
p. 125
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4:04 AM
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Monday, June 30, 2003
You're Either In It or You Ain't Dept.
Here?--We got Goodie Mob's STilL STanDiNg: soundy Atlanta, with bare-limbs-logo image and all over the music BOdY thing. You cannot sit still with this gOiNG. You're either iN it or "yoU aiN't*--as they say:
"we're from the ghetto__
ghetto__ghetto-ghetto__ghetto___
i know
you wonderin about my
spirit
and my ways___
in the ghetto there ain't no time outs"
But actually we do have lots of "time outs" here in my neighborhood. if time-outs are opportunities to get up out of a ghetto. or so lots of folks here say. something's still working, at least. don't know for how long, tho.
This line's why H's first boyfriend AJ gave me this Goodie Mob CD:
Poetry deep in the team
Y'all the stepped on?
we the green-green.
I love the 16+ prismatic ambiguities found in those lines.
Many of the cuts are more spoken word with tonepoem background than any classifiable hip hop or rap thing. Great percussion emphasis moving in and out. These guys have something to say (well it's 3 years old now I guess, but still works for me and history hasn't exactly righted itself in these past 3 yrs, has it?).
AJ really knew about, had some sense of wisdom about poetry UpPeR CAse P, even if he wasn't honorable to H. She had to send him away, of course. We got over it.
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11:03 PM
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from A Sappho Series*
# 115
[... like frightened doves]
[ too sensitive
to patterns I this your
bracket, double happiness
tattoo & pore brocade]
whose hearts turn to ice
[ with its curious burn,
slowed angel
chambers]
whose wings falter
[ nowhirrrr]
*Translated by Josephine Balmer *Sappho: Poems and Fragments.* (Lobel & Page # 42, Carol Publ., 1993 [interlinear dispersions, cmurray]).
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10:24 PM
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Cross country blogger bus, TP Billyness? That does sort of appeal, Catherine!
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9:17 PM
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Very Cool, Tim,
On the info about Poet Laureate position:
my students say "Hey! Thanks, man..."
for everything. We'll see how it goes.
I think for replacement Poet Laureate we should nominate Jim Behrle--wouldn't that be terrific??
That way the job would get done right...
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12:26 PM
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OOOSo Beautiful Blue Links Dept:
Wow!! Check out what's behind the blue links at Chris Sullivan's Slight Publications, on Sunday, June 29. Please do keep that Boss camera happy, Y'all ...
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12:20 PM
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From Gabriel Gudding (orig. posted to Buff-Po List, partly in response to a post I made there, after another he made about the exoneration of the murderers of US-activist and Evergreen College student, Rachel Corrie. While trying to protect a home in Palestine, on March 16, 2003, Rachel Corrie was run down, then run over two times, by an Israeli tank.).
How Unfortunate the Embrace of George Bush:
Quoting international scholar, Edward Said, "The Meaning of Rachel Corrie," PMC, June 28, 2003:
"The military solution hasn't worked at all and never will work. ... I want now to speak about dignity, which of course has a special place in every culture known... .With all the Bush administration's talk about guidance from the Almighty, doesn't one Arab leader have the courage just to say that, as a great people, we are guided by our own lights and traditions and religion? But nothing, not a word, as the poor citizens of Iraq live through the most
terrible ordeals and the rest of the region quakes in its collective boots,
each one petrified that his country may be next. How unfortunate the
embrace of George Bush, the man whose war destroyed an Arab country
gratuitously, by the combined leadership of the major Arab countries last
week. Was there no one there who had the guts to remind George W. what he
has done to humiliate and bring more suffering to the Arab people than
anyone before him, and must he always be greeted with hugs, smiles, kisses
and low bows? Where is the diplomatic and political and economic support
necessary to sustain an anti-occupation movement on the West Bank and Gaza? Instead all one hears is that foreign ministers preach to the Palestinians
to mind their ways, avoid violence, and keep at the peace negotiations,
even though it has been so obvious that Sharon's interest in peace is just
about zero. There has been no concerted Arab response to the separation
wall, or to the assassinations, or to collective punishment, only a bunch
of tired clichés repeating the well-worn formulas authorized by the State
Department."
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1:15 AM
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Sunday, June 29, 2003
Just a Jack
reminder
even Jack would have
to say wz ever
part Jack
only:
** "Dear Lorca,
"I would like to make poems out of real objects. The lemon to be a lemon that the reader could cut or squeeze or taste--a real lemon like a newspaper in a collage is a newspaper. I would like the moon in my poems to be a real moon... the imagination pictures the real...
"Love,
Jack"
** fr. After Lorca, in The Collected Works of Jack Spicer. ed., Robin Blaser (Black Sparrow, 1975)
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11:48 PM
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Maybe a little Spicer* at dinner,
with a sprinkling of some nice arrested lettering?
III.
BEaUty iS sO RarE a TH---
SIng a nEw sOng
REal
MUsIc
A bUstEd flUSh. A pAIn iN the eYebroOWs. A
VIsItINg CaRd.
ThEre aRe rOcks on the mountains that will lie there for fifty
yEARs AnD I Only lIvEd wIth yOu thrEE mONthS
whY
DoES
YoUr aBsEncE sEEm sO rEal Or yOuR prEsEncEs
So uNInViTIng?
*fr. Fifteen False Propositions Against God
in Collected Wks of Jack Spicer, ed. Robin Blaser (Black Sparrow, 1975)
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7:50 PM
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How easy in Blogland it is sometimes to misinterpret things. I got some signals crossed recently over something posted at Kasey's. We've got it straightened out now but word about it is still bouncing back and forth. Really, Kasey, I'm sorry, too : in future I'll just *drop you a lime* to ask if a question comes up !
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5:42 PM
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from Jim's Monkey:
** Blogcon 3 Announcement: Call for Papers
*** HoW to--Ooooo--MaKe LOvE [Finally, all the lost secrets revealed!!]
**** Audblog Interview with Beautiful Gila Monster Blogger:
YaY!!! Aimee Nezhukumatathil
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5:14 PM
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Semiotic Hauntings Dept.--Kundun
Lately haunted, not unpleasantly, by recurring image-moments. Triggered by?--a sensual image from, oh gee: a film! And it is more than obvious in its Lacanian implics, so I will spare myself and you that line of discussion. I am after something else here, more about *sharing.*
In the film, Kundun, story of the Dalai Lama's childhood and struggle, there is a scene where the adolescent Rinpoche is in a playroom with several monks. A row of silken sheets is folded over, suspended from ceiling (?) and across the length of the room. Effectively, then, something of a screen but loose, with a lot of give and take (!). Well I don't know the traditions--tho will look it up to see--but it seems a ritualizing, typical childhood kind of game: all the monks (not allowed directly, physically, to touch the person of our little deity) on one side of the flowing screen, which billows in and out--much giggling--as the little deity hurls himself , turning round and round, down the line of the veil behind which are the many (also giggling) monks. he monks hand him back and forth to one another. There is one shot meant to be ecstatic, I think, when the little deity, almost completely wrapped in the screen by now. pushes his face tightly into the screen. What we see in that moment is the impression of his features, taut, in silk. It is gold, if I recall correctly (I am working here not from the fact of the film but from my recall: what my imagination has made of this moment).
What the sensually deprived are ritually allowed to do for fun? Well yes, in a vulgar or limited logic, and in part the point of the film's narrative development.
But I want more here: isn't this also an apt representation of semiotic chora, as in how Kristeva envisions it in thinking of the infinite feminine a priori, the given--before language--(tho here of course shared as hybrid & literally masculine, new/old, then, layered, too--Just Wonderful!!)--differently from the more ordinary tradition in study of semiotics, which reminds me by comparison of something more like a glassed in conservatory of language's-- well--more sorry bounds (but inside are thousands of butterflies, not so far fetched: the Butterfly (Beauty-fly) Conservatory in Houston--been there?--you should go--butterflies love people--will light ever so lightly on a toe or a shoulder, linger a while, take off again, repeat...).
Well, I am sorry the Dalai Lama's experiences were apparently of an appalling kind of emotional deprivation. But I am so glad for this lovely, resonant image of play. So restorative. I'm glad it keeps recurring to me lately. If you haven't seen this flick, find it and have a look.
Dalai Lama quote for today:
At daybreak, if the weather is fine, I go into the garden. This time of day is very special to me.
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2:07 PM
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A lovely email from Stephanie Young at Well Nourished Moonto say hello. She's posted the Bill Luoma Sappho trans-poem, Phainetai Moi (a fine version of the same one from Balmer's translation--traditionally known as # 31--that I posted Thursday, June 26). Stephanie adds insightful commentary, aptly noting the poem's sensitive shifts in perspective. Thanks for this, Stephanie, I had not looked at Luoma's text before. Thanks to Steve Evans at Third Factory for the *connection* too.
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1:35 PM
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Lifelong Found
& Lost Dept.
Daniel Francis O'Connell !
Where are you??
If you read this, call
or email me...
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12:51 PM
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A Sappho Series +
27
[I want you to know:]
I prayed that for us
the night
[like a photo image]
could last twice as long
[but then I felt foolish]
P***********P
28
[I was dreaming of you but]
just then
[two of your Dali Cs began to = O, so]
Dawn, in her golden sandals
[woke me]
[wake me]
P**********P
68
... like the sweet apple
[or the cherries you so like]
turning red at the top of the highest branch,
[Baby, you do know what I'm doing here, right?]
forgotten by the apple gatherers -- no,
[i read the part about the fire three times]
not quite forgotten, for they could not reach so far...
[1500 miles]
P**********P
+ (all from Balmer translation; see below, Thurs. June 26; & italics: interlinear dispersions, c.m.):
HCIC: these might do Good Works, thx
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