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Saturday, May 01, 2004
A Critical Prose that Leans Intriguingly to Poetry?-- Theenk Steve Tills...
Yes: "I love the way Steve wrestles with his subjects..." (scroll to Thurs 29 Apr post) : truly some strong, erudite critical energy being spent well, & to the action of wrestling I would add something like nesting via examining the tautology at work in a given representation, an action like choosing carefully what to store away, noting all limits, then connecting the most unique and interesting bits, and using them to build something--some amenable ideas--that can be intelligently habitable.
That's what I enjoy most about reading Steve's intriguingly labyrinthine takes on poetry and poetics. His is a combinatory rhetorical work--which seems as evident now--tho no doubt more honed--as it was back in 1987, say, in your Bromige issue of The Difficulties. Here's an example from that most valuable issue, where Steve is discussing Bromige's collaboration with Opal Nations in parts One and Two of "You See" (San Francisco: Exempli Gratia, 1986):
'Insomnia' in this poem is that realm where one is haunted, kept from healing sleep and dream and refreshment, by single, overarching meaning, linear insistences having beginnings, middles, and ends. (One wakes at 3 a.m. and sees one's life diminished bu such phantoms of conclusion. One is trapped beneath a "millwheel grinding stones of desperate significance.").
Insofar as it can be done, Steve Tills makes of critical prose another kind of poetry--quite an achievement, to my mind.
I am hoping your next week mellows out some, Tom.
& I do look forward to sending for VPoR myself, soon (likely this week--tho it is now the worst of the flurry at the end of the semester, so it may take a few days longer). : )
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6:09 PM
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from Jim Bratone * (Engl. 4330, parody poem) :
Open Palm 23
--A Psalm of Don and George W.--
The Lord is my financial sherpa; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to reap the green pastures: he leadeth me to
strip mine the hills and pollute the waters.
3 He increaseth my gold: he leadeth me in the paths of acquisitiveness
for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of debt, I
shall fear no loss of capital: for thy holy investment plan art
with me; thy heavenly brokerage staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a portfolio before me in the presence of mine
competitors: thou anointest my wilderness preserves with oil; my
wells runneth over.
6 Surely profit and luxury shall endow me all the days of my
investing: and I will dwell in the mansion of the Lord Mammon for
ever.
* Jim adds this note to qualify: "Not intended as a parody of the Bible, this spoof
targets those who would misuse the Bible for ideological ends."
~~~~~~~~~~~copyright of Jim Bratone~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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1:35 PM
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Friday, April 30, 2004
The provocative, well-informed, and very reasonable Tim Peterson, of Mappemunde blog, provides a thoughtful space for some continued discussion on the Boston Comment Roundtable.
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11:14 PM
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Happy Birthday Wishes to daughter Holly!
Oh, maybe Al Green would pause mid-aria to say
Well, Girl, this old world's a whale of a mess,
but that don't mean you shouldn't
work toward love--you know, work it:
work a little love & happiness--
for all
xoxoxoxxo little sweetie,
mom
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10:43 PM
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YaY ! ! Happy and Deep-Stream Reading, Y'All :
The new issue of Poetic Inhalation/Tin Lustre Mobile is up, including several of my poems, and some fantastic artwork. Andrew and Star: you Rock!--many thanks!
Today's Good Vibe Message in email from Andrew and Star:
words and visuality merge... hello beautiful people :-)
the may issue of poetic inhalation and the tin lustre mobile is now live :-)
So do hurry and check out this fine issue, including artwork from Bodo & poetry from Brian Kim Stefans, Aaron Tieger, Mark Murphy, Linda Rosenkranz, John Sweet, Christopher Barnes, Michael Neal Morris, John Bryan, Tony Guzman (and me!)
Here's to Happy & Deep-Stream, Reading, Y'all !
Poetic Inhalation / Tin Lustre Mobile, Volume 4, Issue 1
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4:35 PM
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from student work in my UTA course, Engl. 4330, Poetry Writing Seminar--the parody assignment done during the week of reading Kent Johnson's/Alexandra Papaditsas's *Miseries of Poetry* (Skanky Possum Press, 2003) :
--by Leanna Ohnheiser
The Dog
--After John Donne's "The Flea"
Mark but this dog, and mark in this
How its barking is, though loud, remiss;
It sniffed thee first, and now sniffs me,
And in this dog our love will never be;
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,
For this love which has no such worth,
Will not move heaven and earth,
And, alas, has ended before its birth.
Oh go, three lives saved in one dog's ban,
Where thou would never lose the man.
This dog is thou, not I, and this
Our marriage bed a coffin is;
As parents grudge, and well they should,
I shall not return love as thou hoped I would.
True, I have thoughts of killing,
Let that be a warning,
And blasphemy, my self undo.
Anxious and sudden, hast thou since
run from love's innocence?
Wherefore the poor dog guilty be?
Except in tail, which it flaunts for me?
Yet thou did fail, and I say'st that thou
Find'st thyself more pleasant for barking now;
'Tis true. Learn, then, how fake love's bark and bite can be;
How much chaste love was puppy tongued and flaunted by thee
Then lost, as ever thy dog has chased its tail 'round trees.
~~~~~copyright of Leanna Ohnheiser & edits by chris murray~~~~~~~
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2:09 PM
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Thursday, April 29, 2004
Had an email this afternoon from Tonio Savoradin about the expiration of his website, Savoradin, where for quite a while we all enjoyed lovely, fun, conversationally-based blogging, and lots of provocative poetry, as well as the feature of excerpts from all our poems. Truly, t'will be much missed, Tonio!
He kindly emailed to remind me to take down my link to the site since no one knows what kinds of weird uses it could be put to, by gosh only knows who, after Tonio has to leave it. So I have blocked my link, but left it in place with the words, Farewell, Tonio!
Hurry and get a new site, Tonio!
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9:07 PM
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2 from student work, UTA English 4330, the "Mean Poem Exercise" in collaboration:
--by Bridgit Cooper, Ricardo Garza, Jim Bratone:
Delicate Movement of Time is Troubled
Far in sacred consciousness, the baby lays and resigns from
Drift, in dream's negative space, slashing bright colors and shadow,
Twitching by the moonlight, shifting like trees do in autumn wind.
Sharp voices and wind slice through, etching promise in skin hollows
Of deep perspective, carving tense contours of coming years that
Echo contempt on the boy; she can only cry and console.
Words burn deep. Vapors rise. Translucent smoke bleeds holy on faith
Engraving a dove's figure stroking free from chiaroscuro,
But burdened by posture. She watches the arpeggio dance,
Setting pace for what is to come. Fast, although appearing slow,
December's moon, a lidless eye, peers past the sheltered clouds while
The delicate movement of time is troubled -- an adagio.
Waiting and watching, watching, waiting: she repents with ashen breath
And feels the urgent stars burn, drawing him clean of ocean flow
And betraying the sun for a land of gift and dark mezzo.
~~~~poem copyright of Bridgit Cooper, Ricardo Garza, Jim Bratone~~~~
* * *
--by Phyllis Halstead and Anita Fowler:
Presence & Imaginary Time
I met Stephen Hawking. While I was walking down the crowded, semi-
gloomy streets of Cambridge, he came rolling by in his unique
motorized chair that can speak. I told him I was a huge fan,
& that I had read all of his books. Of course, this was a lie.
I had only ever read one. I later attended a
lecture he was presenting at King's College. I had never
done this before, and soon realized why. Imaginary time
is a new dimension at right angles to ordinary,
real time. The universe has no singularities in the
direction of time. Assuming this condition, there will be
no beginning or end to imaginary time... this is
why we recall events only from what we call "the past," &
not from "the future." Through the distance light travels, defined is
the meter, in 0.0000000000335640952 seconds, measured by a caesium clock.
It is because of all this that I am an English major.
~~~~~~~~poem copyright of Phyllis Halstead and Anita Fowler~~~~~~~~
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2:48 PM
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"Arcadia St. (lady of the angels) ... mother me overcome (d) as fire... "
chris at
11:19 AM
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"Blue notation wired for readiness..."
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10:53 AM
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Wednesday, April 28, 2004
fwd from kari edwards :
-- Tarpaulin Sky : Spring/Summer Issue(s) --
Dear TSky Friends & Readers,
V2n2&3 is online at
Tarpaulin Sky
and it is huge.
The Spring/Summer double issue features black & white photography by
Jason Huntzinger and includes new work from Jenny Boully, Julie Carr,
Mark Cunningham, William E. Dudley, Jamey Dunham, kari edwards,
Michael Gottlieb, Sojourner Hodges, Louis Jenkins, Jake Kennedy,
Jeffrey Levine, Norman Lock, Thorpe Moeckel, Eugene Ostashevsky,
Matthew Shindell, Sarah Sonner, Julianna Spallholz, Jane Sprague, and
John Warner.
Here's to Spring (& Summer!)
Editors
Lizzie Harris
Jonathan Livingston
Eireene Nealand
Christian Peet
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11:18 PM
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from Yvonne Caroutch (French/Mongolian poet and translator [of Montale and Ungaretti, among others] * :
The limb of forests rises up
behind the foliage stirring
Ghost people gravitate beneath the bark
assail your castles of nutmeg
Sublime thorn planted in scarlet time
Winged heel of the starry arcanum
House of sulfur and mercury
held spellbound by a feather
increased by what weight
on the scales of dreams
Logic at the triple stage
of this bleeding communion
It made the white rose of winds revolve
Nothing can ever cloud
its incorruptible retina
* * *
I come to you with the vertigoes of the source
numbed into stone
Standing up to death entwined in the grasses
we penetrate into an empire without contours
wide open to our disproportion
Silence holds its breath
in the midst of a motionless wind
and the riotings of mirrors
High walls patiently conquered by our rites
keep watch over our movements
We are monotonous stars
astonished insects in worlds of feathers
[translated by David Cloutier]
(223)
*in Barnstone (see below).
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2:23 AM
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from Lucille Clifton * :
Cutting Greens
curling them around
i hold their bodies in obscene embrace
thinking of everything but kinship.
collards and kale
strain against each strange other
away from my kissmaking hand and
the iron bedpot.
the pot is black,
the cutting board is black,
my hand
and just for a minute
the greens roll black under the knife,
and the kitchen twists dark on its spine
and i taste in my natural appetite
the bond of live things everywhere.
(682)
* in the Barnstone anthology (see below).
~~~~copyright of everyone. everywhere. she say. ~~~~~
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1:19 AM
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Tuesday, April 27, 2004
From Muriel Rukeyser * :
Darkness Music
The days grow and the stars cross over
And my wild bed turns slowly among the stars.
(599)
Eyes of a Night-Time
On the roads at night I saw the glitter of eyes:
My dark around me let shine one ray; that black
allowed in their eyes : spangles in the cat's, air in
the moth's eye shine,
mosaic of the fly, ruby-eyed beetle, the eyes that never weep,
the horned toad sitting and its tear of blood,
fighters and prisoners in the forest, people
aware in this almost total dark, with the difference,
the one broad face of light.
Eyes on the road at night, sides of a road like rhyme;
the floor of the illumined shadow sea
and shallows with their assembling flash and show
of sight, root, holdfast, eyes of the brittle stars.
And your eyes in the shadowy red room,
scent of the forest entering, various time
calling and the light of wood along the ceiling
and over us birds calling and their circuit eyes.
And in our bodies the eyes of the dead and the living
giving us gifts at hand, the glitter of all their eyes.
(598-599)
* in Women Poets from Antiquity to Now, Aliki and Willis Barnstone, Eds. New York: Schocken Books, 1992.
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11:34 AM
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From my students: the parody exercise :
Students in my poetry course really did some good reading last week, which was over Kent Johnson's and Alexandra Papditsas's *Miseries of Poetry* (Skanky Possum Press, 2003). So I had them throw their lots in with parody. Originally, in keeping with the historical energy that *Miseries* deals with, they were to choose something really, um, old... from which to build their parody: something prior to, say, 1950--and I was thinking they would want Victorian models. Um: I was really wrong (and I don't mind saying so, in fact am delighted, because then I get to see and learn workably, too).
They wanted full range of choice, and so I eased up on the timeline restrictions (!). Many of them chose work from the American moderns. Some chose from 18th century Brits. And some chose ancient work, such as the biblical psalms. It was delightfully diverse, and many were well done. So here is one (and I will continue to post from these and other assignments, over the next several weeks). I think the original poem it's drawn from will need no intro or naming :
So, this one is from Jim Bratone: (who offers this clarifying statement: "This parody is intended to mark some of the contrasts between versions of 'high modernism--purity, solemnity, formalism, universality, etc.--and some versions of 'postmodernism' which tend not to privilege these qualities."
OURS, POETICALLY
A poem should be palpable and brute
As a rabid malamute,
Dumb
As untried maxims and rules of thumb,
Grating as the incessant drone
Of an insurance salesman you can't escape from on the phone--
A poem should be mindless
As pop-ups online.
A poem should never mire in the slime
of perfect rhyme,
Leaving, as the rhyme disperses,
Sound by sound, room for sonic swerves,
But the rhyme returns and with it goes,
Line by line, any power to resist a doze--
A poem should never mire in the slime
Of perfect rhyme.
A poem should be sort of, you know, exact:
Not fact.
For all the history of grief,
An empty bottle and a bag of leaf.
For love,
A Dear John letter and pins stuck in an effigy--
A poem's 'should' may mean
but laughably.
---copyright of Jim Bratone---
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2:11 AM
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Monday, April 26, 2004
Tim Morris sent me a link to a cool journal he found while reading around
(Tim, man, you're such a book-slut!--oh hey, Jessa, there goes your cool title poppin' up here, again...) --
anyway I thought I'd share it with y'all:
Welcome to DEAD MULE : brain fertilizer for the masses
chris at
7:23 PM
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Sunday, April 25, 2004
My Fall Semester 2004 Writing Course: Electronic Poetry: Contemporary Discourse Communities & Experiments with Image+Text
For the next full-length semester (fall, 04), I'm teaching a senior-level course on electronic writing/poetry, and so am on the look-out for interesting stuff right now (actually I've had several emails from prospective students, who are already full of curiosity and their own insights on this branch of poetics and art). With that in mind, then, when I saw this post tonight, I was intrigued: the e - experimental poet and artist, mIEKAL aND, posted a link to Spidertangle dot net & Posted, over at suny buffalo list--this is visual poetry in archive (I believe) online & it rocks! Do have an eye-stroll through Posted. And if you are reading here because interested in my course, then please email me to let me know what you think, or if you have any questions.
chris at
11:23 PM
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Just in case you were wondering about commentators and parody of the aspirations of *avant* or *post-avant*...
--& a great answer from Ben, too!--
* * *
Also: But T, Hey: now I am getting really curious--maybe will send a poem: will those poem reviews you mention in the Saturday 4/24 post also be about things that are yummy?
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8:02 PM
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New Series at Texfiles: IMHumbleO
Once a week, starting today, I'm highlighting a note on what is, in my humble opinion, a best recent post to a blog of any kind. First up in the series:
DEBORAH PATILLO'S CHIMERA SONG BLOG-ROCKIN' POSTS : especially the post for today. Deborah has been a great reader of texfiles, and here are 4 ways (I don't know why but they all begin with A!) : astutely, accurately, appreciatively, and always in good humored fun and fine, share-able wit--all of which combine to make a readerly/writerly position I most admire. But I don't want to detract from how this is all about poetry writing, too: check out her dynamite poem, "Kiss, with Tongues."
Thanks, Deborah!
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2:49 PM
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Added Update on Joan Houlihan's Roundtable: Ya know, I never thought of this crowd as meek, so I'm surprised at so few comments (but glad to see yours--thanks, Dale !) below from this usually lively, opinionated crowd...
& I want to clarify my post below: gendering as a factor in poetics is not the only consideration absent from the "dialogue" on "avant, post-avant, and beyond," or the roundtable, or the debate--whatever it is to be called--over at Joan Houlihan's Boston Comment. Ethnicity is another absent factor to be considered. I do not see the absence of these factors as a fault of the commentators so much as a problem of underlying assumptions in the questions. As moderator, Joan Houlihan is the one participant most able to address these issues, so that the participants could then respond. Yet she did not mention these factors of poetry today, at all.
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