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poetry. hks' smelly head baseball cap.
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my friend John Phillips's 1969
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Thursday, June 03, 2004
YaY--Summer Travel Times!!
Ready to get on the plane, midday tomorrow, for Raleigh/Durham, NC & am really looking forward. I even got a cheapo cell phone for this, so that I can reach folks back here without too much hassle. I've never liked cell phones but here it is, a real-life reason to try the silly things. I'm such a happy dinosaur without all that, honestly.
I have a nice little chapbook I'm bringing (if anyone who can't be there would like a copy, please just send me an email)--of the poems I'll be reading, and a few others. It's titled, Meme Me Up, Scotty! which occured to me today at the last minute when getting the printing chores done. I like all that Me Me Me sonic stuff in it, and then the hokey Star Trek stuff. Poetry seems every-ready (batteries!) on both counts, no? Well, it seemed so when that phrasing for a title occured to me today. But then it also seemed too likely. In fact, so likely that I wondered if I heard it elsewhere--always a scary thought, yes? Does that ever happen to anyone else out there? I usually take my titles from lines in my poems, but this time I thought I'd vary a little (it's still grounded or related that way: the San Francisco poem is in there and it's about morphemics and memes... well, okay, vaguely related, then...grins...).
I picked a nice loud coral pink for its beautifully ugly, trailer park entrance sign kind of cover (just pull yr own ass over, or, Hey-You!do not park here, nonononono). You know that color: looks like those hats and thongs (the foot kind) on sale in Walmart every April for the last 20 years. Or the drinks they make in non-coffee houses. Or umbrellas your mother would never let you have. Therefore you did not even ask for those other things. Beachy, I'm thinkin'. Yeah. Meme Me! Up! Where is Scotty when the show has been over for 20 years!? Damn that engineer, anyway! Don't mistake me for anyone on the bridge, tho, okay? I mean it: none of 'em.
Will be bringing the bloggo-laptop along to Carrboro, and I hear that I can get online okay where I'm staying, but in case it doesn't work out that way, I guess I'm saying goodbye here for a few days (till Tuesday next)--wow: this is the first time ever that Texfiles might not be posting for several days. Damn. That really feels weird!
Anyway, I guess I and all of Y'all will happily reconvene sometime tomorrow night if I have the right connection, or if not, then sometime mid-next-week.
Either way, well,
ZaZen, Y'ALL !!
chris at
11:52 PM
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Excited here: getting ready to leave tomorrow for the YaY!!
Carrboro Poetry Festival,
which is organized by Carrboro Poet Laureate, Patrick Herron--who was also a Texfiles Poet of the Week, once upon a time last fall... : )
I leave tomorrow, and the festival goes all weekend. I read on Sunday afternoon. Can't wait to meet folks there in NC. Here's some press stuff I clipped out of an email from Patrick yesterday:
An article should soon appear in the Independent Weekly:
Durham Indy Week
The new issue should already be on newsstands.
The Chapel Hill News ran an article available on newsstands today;
here's the web version:
The Chapel Hill News
Also, if I didn't mention it yesterday, the Chapel Hill Herald also ran
an article that ran in print yesterday:
Chapel Hill Herald
And tomorrow, I will be on "The State of Things" from noon to 1PM along
with John Balaban and Jeffery Beam to talk about the festival. It will
be on the local NPR station (WUNC 91.5 in the Triangle).
chris at
9:29 AM
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Websites discussing Gloria Anzaldua--from Cherrie Moraga and others:
These following sites offer tributes, elegies, comments and discussions about the loss of Gloria Anzaldua, but they also offer information about her tremendous contributions to writing and to poetry as community.
The first one here, Chicanas dot com, opens with a letter from Anzaldua's collaborator and close friend in research and writing (for many projects, but probably the most well known is Making Face Making Soul, Cherrie Moraga:
In Memory: Gloria Evangelina Anzaldua, 1942-2004
This next one is one from Queery dot com,a tribute/obit that I hadn't seen yet, so was glad to see it since I've been kinda keen to understand the reponse to this significant loss:
Queery dot com
And there is this interesting inquiry, where the livejournal site, Global Feminisms (by Carolyn Z?), is questioning and petitioning NOW, the National Organization of Women on ignoring news about a significant feminist (Anzaldua). There is some interesting commentary questioning how prominent feminist- & diversity- minded organizations such as NOW seem entirely to have let this event regarding Anzaldua be ignored.
I have to add here that in the breaking news coverage there definitely was some hesitancy to announce and to discuss. I have heard it was out of respect for Gloria Anzaldua's family's wishes to keep a low profile, which in turn was due to Anzaldua's last wishes. But I also wonder if it was exacerbated by mainstream tendencies to marginalize lives such as Anzaldua's: lesbian & woman of color & woman at the boundaries of multiple nationalities and ethnicities.
cm
chris at
12:11 AM
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Wednesday, June 02, 2004
hahahaahahahahhahahahhah!
David got it just right, in the comment box below my Tornado/TS Eliot post, by writing:
"In the room the puppy licks the toes
Talking of Michelangelo"--David Nemeth
chris at
2:51 PM
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On Tornados I Have Known, and T.S. Eliot's Fixation with Toes
Greg wrote to me (see comment box below) with kindly concern over the post I made last night, mid-tornado, and I went to respond but ended up with this lengthy exposition, which was more pixel-bits than Haloscan allows me in one box, so I'm posting it here:
Thanks for the concern and the good wishes, Greg. This is the fourth tornado we've been through since moving here in 1996, and I am still not used to it (people say you get used to it--not me, I guess, though I do try). I grew up in New York state, where we had bad winter storms, sure, but not these intermittent and sudden, apocalyptic weather crisises such as tornados.
Well this time, I thought, before the power went out, that I could try getting used to it by blogging-away that worst part of the storm. Bloggy-therapy for storm anxiety! I was going to just keep posting (sort of like the professional advice sometimes heard as *just keep talking*) from the weird scene of a bathtub hide-out until things settled down. And I was thinking, nervously, how funny all this really is: having to blog from a bathtub in a dire storm with Miss Universe candidates strutting around in back-breaking highheels and slitted glittery dresses an puffs of faux blue smoke in their wake for special effects with a scrawl line below the screen telling people in my area to take cover, as well as a quick switch over to adverts for better toothpaste (all true!-- and I did see Miss Australia just before the power went out)--and my fingers so jittery I could hardly type--how banal! How real. How absolutely Texas, too, this odd mix of banal media and terrifying or dire straits. But then, alas, ta ta to the electric power! This is the first time that the electric power has gone out for me all night in one of these, so my therapeutic plan was lost to other concerns.
All told, the experience of this sort of thing makes you wake up and take stock, that's for sure. I mean, I've lived in places without electricity and other urban amenities (wilderness areas of Arizona) at times in my life, and for long periods (years), so it really doesn't freak me out not to have such things. The problem's more the suddenness and the immensity in the power of the storm, the potential for, the enactment of and then the fact of real destruction, accompanied by the unexpected loss of electricity at the worst moment (even a TV is a comfort of sorts in that kind of moment). And today I haven't looked at any news to see what the outcome was. I deplore that lingering over fear and destruction which media coverage promotes (on everything).
I do hope the rest of the folks around here are okay, too. Will check on it today. Right now, though, things outside look alright: there's a security guy making rounds in a whirring little golf cart here at daughter Heather's swanky apartment complex. (Even more banal?)
Her new puppy is asleep at my feet but stirs every now and then to--unreal: to lick my toes! Daughter Heather had asked me what to name him, so I offered T. S. (Sir) Eliot, and that is what he got... this pudgy little golden retriever, soon to be huge, I take it. But hey: hahaha: hard to imagine T.S. Eliot licking anyone's toes, no? Well it's happenin' here... and it tickles! So, (I can't resist this:) toe-nados, anyone?
Anyways, my blogging plan of last night didn't quite work out except for that first post!
Best,
Chris
chris at
12:06 PM
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Okay--everyone here that I know of is okay. That's always the problem: trying to locate the kids (now that they are more or less grown, they are off with friends & such), but everyone checked in and things are well enough. My power went out, and is still out, so I came over to daughter Heather's apartment since the power stayed on here. Wow: these things really wring me out! But hey, it's over for now, ya know?
chris at
12:08 AM
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Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Yikes!--tornado showing up here on all the weather radars.
The weather watchers keep interrupting what I guess is the Miss World show [later note: it was the Miss Universe show} on TV--amazing amount of Barbie-babes, I am unhappy to report (vis, image of women theories and practices). I hardly ever watch TV except like now to check when the weather looks dangerous or if something on. heavy, heavy, silent and hot air. Just like the books and movies say it is supposed to be just before a tornado. Kinda scary. Arlington's warned to take cover--so am blogging from the bathtub (no water of course)--that's where they tell you to hide-out for these things. YOu're supposed to haul a mattress over yourself. I think that must only be to distract you from jumping right out of yr skin because it feels so, I don't know, um, adrenalin-thick all over everything (I always wonder where the birds take cover: trees?-I mean, gee, won't they get blown out?) On TV they tell you to take cover. And then they immediately broadcast a lot of advertising about sinus headache drugs and minty fresh toothpaste. I don't use either one so it's, um, definitely wasted rhetoric here... :) I can tell, though, from my oddball ear (my chronic middle and inner ear problems on the left side) that something's going on: everything just suddenly got all fuzzy and tight inside that part of my head. Oh, hey, there goes the tornado warning outside, big sirens going off, at least I think that's what I hear. Hard to say. Going to check the TV again now. More soon....
chris at
8:55 PM
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hahaha ... check out this site: it's great!
Thanks, Bill Allegrezza, who first posted the link. It made me laugh out loud. But then I realized when I read down the site that so many folks emailing this outfit were absolutely right: it *is* so unfair
to the chimps...
chris at
5:54 PM
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More YaY!! for Jukka!
I am so glad to see that so many are noticing and commenting on Jukka's new experiments with form. I don't recall the exact date but it's in my archives here somewhere (maybe last fall when he first started doing this newish form?)--but I have for some time now been happily following the new ways that Jukka is experimenting, especially to text as texture, one of my favorite interest areas. The first ones he did, that I saw, appeared on As/Is, and so I posted here in response and in a comment to Jukka at the time, saying they reminded me of what happens when we try to read ancient texts, for instance, Sappho's (one of my research areas), that are handed down or found only in the (so-called) fragmented form.
And now I will add this comment, too: actually, "fragment," I have written elsewhere about in a researched essay, is not exactly the right term for this matter. A more accurate descriptor would be *remnant* (a term that noted translator of the ancients, Denys Page, used in reference to Sappho's poems when he wrote to introduce his first volume of her work), so to refer more in keeping with the referent's figural chain of logic: remnant refers to cloth and memoria, just as text originally refered to weaving of cloth--all of which connote ease of pliability, and perhaps a sort of thickened fluidity. That other unfortunate usage, fragment, refers more to rock/stone, glass, wood, and other less pliable or not so fluidly manageable materials (though of course these also are slowly fluid over time). So, in terms of texture, the remnants now being worked by Jukka (and did I read somewhere that Mark Young is also going to be doing some of this with Jukka?), are more cloth-like, to my mind, and sometimes the letters even look torn, as would cloth, or paper, or papyrus.
It's a wonderful mode for that evocativeness of texture: that text/texture can be so invoked, and no less, as a form of historical memoria, memento, something that connects so many things all at once. A few weeks ago when Jukka posted frames of huge colorful letters, one of which was the term, texture, I was fasinated: that turn of event in Jukka's new mode made it meta, too, but not in any kind of solipsistic way. I just think this stuff rocks, theory-wise, Jukka! So glad to see it.
chris at
3:40 PM
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If you haven't already, then do check out David Nemeth's roll-through on Bernstein's exercises in experimental poetry. I got an email from David yesterday, inviting me to add to the experiment # 1 chain poem--happy to say, and to do so, yes! The poem's an intriguing version that came from Jean. David says he will be publishing the chain on his blog when it's done--I can't wait to see the entire result! I'm definitely looking forward to this fun and inspiring way of "translating"--thanks for doing this, David!
chris at
1:38 PM
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from Laura Riding * :
Dear Possible
Dear Possible, and if you drown,
Nothing is lost, unless my empty hands
Claim the conjectured corpse
Of empty water--a legal vengence
On my own earnestness.
Dear creature of event, and if I wait the clock,
And if the clock be punctual and you late,
Rail against me, my time, my clock,
And rightfully correct me
With wrong, lateness, and ill-temper.
Dear scholar of love
If by your own formula
I open heaven to you
When you knock punctually at the door,
Then you are there, but I where I was.
And I mean that fate in the scales
Is up, down, even, trembling,
Right, Wrong, weighing and unweighing,
And I mean that, dear possible,
That fate, that dear fate.
(33)
* * *
The World and I
This is not exactly what I mean
Any more than the sun is the sun.
But how to mean more closely
If the sun shines approximately?
What a world of awkwardness!
What hostile implements of sense!
Perhaps this is as close a meaning
As perhaps becomes such knowing.
Else I think the world and I
Must live together as strangers and die--
A sour love, each doubtful whether
Was ever a thing to love the other.
No, better for both to be nearly sure
Each of each--exactly where
Exactly I and exactly the world
Fail to meet by a moment, and a word.
(56)
*Laura (Riding) Jackson, Selected Poems in Five Sets. Persea, 1970.
chris at
12:50 PM
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Monday, May 31, 2004
Period Piece
"... the semiotic is logically and developmentally 'previous' to language. It can only nuance ("musicate") or interrupt language with "semiotic silence". This insideous view (particularly as it appears in Kristeva's work accompanied by the heavy breathing of psychoanalytic drive theory) is not only counterproductive as an ethical base... but experientially counterintuitive and logically flawed. The process of acculturation and learning a language is not one that takes place at the abrupt terminus of a neatly sealed off "pre" period."--Joan Retallack, :RE:THINKING:LITERARY:FEMINISM: *
Not the question or the quotation
marked kind oh
& period self
reflex we-whispered
in moldy what
used to be philosopher's wish
caves
mid-please in linoleum
cafeterias at 13
nor the book of Samuel
Johnson kind
my friend
give us not this daily
but some?
(she used to pro-
nounce) in her head,
"fry-end"
my to remember the i with the end
so to spell right for teacher M. Doyle
& the tool: her
ruler
& her "oh well"
in hand
on hand
I have my "fry-end" in the spelling
bees but for now
did you notice I ask
myself
how the international spelling
bee immediately
tonight (PBS) has only one
gender
represented? guesssssssssssssssssss
friend
which one! and ? 12 of 'em, innocent
and all oh boy of 12)
oh fluke you
not the qrotesque
& mark`ed
--noted--friend
supposed silent
otherotherotherrather
kind
(friend)
nor ordinary as you or I
good friend
so good to see good um
spellers shining
unsubtle more
vaginal no um
difference oh
the language ever up
~~~~~~~~~~~copyright chris murray anytime you want o~o/~~~~~~~
chris at
11:34 PM
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Sunday, May 30, 2004
from Bill Allegrezza, Texfiles Poet of the Week :
The final part of his provocative seven-part feature poem:
7.
campfires
before prairie dogs shift restaurants into a
circus
"she asks for a map"
if i move to
intersect you
do not fear
black oaks bluebonnets bluebirds
you were placed for trains
but now are alone
~~~~~~~~~copyright of Bill Allegrezza~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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