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ManY PoETiKaL HaTs LisT:

Holly's Pirate-girl Hat, chrismurray in a straw hat, Michael Helsem's Gray Wyvern NOLA Fedora. Duchamp's Rrose Selavy's flirting hat. Max Ernst's Hats of The Hat Makes the Man. Jordan Davis' The Hat! poetry. hks' smelly head baseball cap. Samuel Beckett's Lucky's Black bowler hat, giving his oration on what's questionable in mankind, in *Waiting for 'God-ot'*. my friend John Phillips's 1969 dove gray fedora w/ wild feather. Bob Dylan's mystery lover's Panama Hat. Bob Creeley's Black Mountain Felt Boater Hat. Duke Ellington's Satin Top Hat. Acorn Hats of Tree. Freud's 1950 City Fedora. Joseph Brodsky's Sailor Cap. Harry K Stammer's Copper Hat Hell. Lewis LaCook's bowler hat(s). Tom Beckett's Bad Hair Day Furry Pimp Hat. Daughter Holly's black beret. harry k stammer's fez. Cat in the Hat's Hat & best hat, Googling Texfiles: crocheted hat with flames. Harry K Stammer's tinseled berets. Tex's 10 gallon Gary Cooper felt Stetson cowboy hat. Jordan Davis's fedora. Dali's High-heel Shoe Hat. Harry K Stammer's en-blog LAPD Hat & aluminum baseball cap. cap'n caps. NY-Yankees caps. the HKS-in-person-caps are blue or green no logos nor captions. Ma Skanky Possum 10's nighttime cap. moose antler hat. propeller beenie hat. doo rag. knit face mask hat. Bob Dylan's & photographer Laziz Hamani's panama hats. Mark Weiss's Publisher's Hat. Rebecca Loudon's Seattle-TX-Hats'n'boots.




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Saturday, September 04, 2004

 

--image: Marketing Strategies


Poems on the Matter of Naming:


First, there is one of kari's, from hir long poem, "obedience." (thanks kari!--for this very provocative poem.) Then there is a found poem of mine, written after reading a strange poem about the imperative to name, at a Marketing site on Google not long ago (see link in last paragraph below, as well as in the poem, and the same is problematic in the site from which came the image above, opening this post).

Today, after i read kari's poem, i looked up that one of mine and posted it, too, because I liked the conjunctions I found between them on the matter of *Naming*. That's one of the benefits, too, of As-Is-- which is a fantastic group-blog, one of my favorites--the benefit being that seeing everyone's poems together creates a rhetorical evironment where the "moment of discourse" (see Foucault) becomes like or acts in ways that are recombinatory, thus, the poems often can be said to interact on multiple (subtle or at times also overt) levels in ways that are intertextual and create a cross-sectioning or webbing or weaving of new ways of thinking of more poems. It's quite pleasing.

As for the phenomenon of *Naming*: it is a continuous matter of concern for writers, in so many ways--for, we have to name things (that is what writers do, essentially), yet naming is also a way of limiting, placing, cutting something off or away from other things/people. It is a paradoxical phenomenon. (Following here is the link to the Marketing site mentioned above:) In consumerist culture, where the goal of marketing is to create and promote brands, often the worst part of exclusionary cutting off between things becomes so seemingly second-nature that our critical consciousness can easily become unaware of the consequential damage done by our apparent need to name in order to consume. Often not a pretty picture of human beings, cognition, everyday social life & culture. There is plenty to consider in all that, for all of us, but it is key to the knowledge of the consequences of naming that many suffer from it, everyday, in many ways. Naming seems necessary, and branding has contributed to that apparent necessity, in ways that are deceptive: not essential nor beneficial, though branding makes it seem so. Think racial profiling, eh? Or gendering. Or... the list goes on. Bureaucracy lives off this need to name. To categorize, to fix physical energies that are inherently fluid, in place. That may often be useful. But that use has also shown its less than admirable side in western cultural ways.

Well, I want here to say thanks to kari, once again, for being an inspiration in so many ways!


chris at 5:54 PM |

 

a cm poem:

Xs and /s on a page somewhere



        i have come to
chew up yr language

to make more palatable
the L's & collaterals

                        (at the service
                            entrance

            --Steve Jonas, CVIII, "Exercises for the Ear"


1.
X for the one going down first
and taking all the others down
with it

2.
rain on window crusts of light
barroom lathering a brown
breadish dust
this is a pretzel life
drama of the sogging volume

stop weeping!

no, that means you took both tries
to score

3.
a book Introduction tries to frame
universals

guttered: it swooped down into early
on the alley, fool

4.
the game has frames, see,
where the pins are reset

5.
It was a joke about blue
collars: on PBS he said

his wife was listening to radio bowling

image via United Pinball


6.
my various personae turn to
get yr beer here--
take this spare
and put it where!
a ball rolls straight
down an alley
like a good my--
(my) car is busy using
up a universal
drive shaft
not made of letters

7.
that dusty dog
ever snoring into a tire of hot

squealing
drum pads
& what/
ever was the frame?

A ball rolls straight down an alley
to strike ten pins preset in a triangle:
king pin first

8.
memes of neon sodas & clear pink nailpolish
& packaged pretzels or Barbies in forms

that grew
familiar
as machine-round (I think
they are baked) variations on
Xs

9.
ten pins preset in a triangle
who twisted the lid off
the gallon of cherry red
I think I am going
to
be
sick machine-round strike on a page somewhere
variations on alphabet with memory ratchitings

10.
to lick
this salt off
white pebble-by-pebble

who (will) chomp /s out
of cherries until the only thing left
(infinitive: to do) is have that baby
or learn

to tie knots in stems
(they meant
do it with your tongue)

down a shining alley
how the ball will roll straight

It's a game, see.


--cm--



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Xs" poem copyright of chris murray~~~~~~~



chris at 11:59 AM |

Friday, September 03, 2004

 



Richard, as I read that you were carrying around my chapbook to read, I got this image in my head of lily-pads. Many thanks for reading my poems and for writing in such complimentary ways about them.


chris at 10:04 PM |

 

I. Turning Dali-Wheels: Relations Between Art and Writing/Between Creative and Critical:

Note: This is a comparative-critical project I am working on to explore the relationships between the critical and the creative in forms, modes, and venues of art/writing.--cm

1.
from Federico Garcia Lorca, Uncollected Poems : *

2.
from Frank O'Hara's "Short Reviews, 1953-55" (Mike and Dale's Press, 1999): **


Lorca:

Ode to Salvador Dali *

[here is an excerpt from the opening of Lorca's "Ode to Salvador Dali," written summer of 1925-March 1926, and published in Revista de Occidente, Madrid, April 1926]


      A rose in the high garden you desire.
A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.
The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog.
The grays watching over the last balustrades.

      The modern painters in their white atliers
clip the square root's sterilized flower.
In the waters of the Seine a marble iceberg
chills the windows and scatters the ivy.

      Man treads firmly on the cobbled streets.
Crystals hide from the magic of reflections.
The Government has closed the perfume stores.
The machine perpetuates its binary beat.

      An absence of forests and screens and brows
roams across the roofs of the old houses.
The air polishes its prism on the sea
and the horizon rises like a great aquaduct.

      Soldiers who know no wine and no penumbra
behead the sirens on the seas of lead.
Night, black statue of prudence, holds
the moon's round mirror in her hand.

      A desire for forms and limits overwhelms us.
Here comes the man who sees with a yellow ruler.
Venus is a white still life
and the butterfly collectors run away.

(287, 289)



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Note: Thirty years later, after Dali's renown is well established and his approaches have both a traceable history and what is assumed as an evolving signature, as well as a continuous, critical discourse framing and traversing the art, the following is Frank O'Hara commenting in Art News, Jan. 1955 on Dali's showing at Carstairs Gallery. ** --cm

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
O'Hara:

Salvador Dali [Carstairs], the Marshall Rommel of Surrealism, prefaces his new show with an account of his recent "campaign" in Europe, where he finds the forces of figuration rallying everywhere against abstraction, hungry hordes presumably infuriated by the "Let them eat cake" of Riopelle. Are they turning to Surrealism? Dali himself is less of a Surrealist than before, more the metaphysical dream peddler, the comological dandy, the mathematical speculator whose terms are romantic ruins, wood, and women. His incessant preoccupation with time as an element of space, ticking from the surface into the perspective depths and back like a pendulum, is strangely moving; the famous "limp watches" are shattering into fragments in the same landscape that gave them birth; the artist himself, nude, conducts you into a beautiful candy-dream where your faithful dog is asleep at your feet and the woods and the vastly impressive passivity of megalomania, but it is not exactly a revolutionary's dream. He calls forth the minor or repressed admirations, sexual, tactile, sybaritic, technical--the subject is no longer of paranoiac importance--and makes a monument.

(21)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


* Federico Garcia Lorca, "Uncollected Poems," translated by Christopher Maurer, William Bryant Logan, Greg Simon, and Steven F. White, in Selected Verse: a Bilingual Edition. Christopher Maurer, ed. New York: FSG, 1995.

** What's With Modern Art? Frank O'Hara, Bill Berkson, ed. Austin, TX: Mike and Dale's Press, 1999.


chris at 1:13 PM |

Thursday, September 02, 2004

 

"Antonymical Transliteration" :

Check out this ZukFest! Now I'd love to see more of these. Keep On!


chris at 5:59 PM |

 

Prospects & Dwelling

the yellow house you are viewing is not real. it has been altered. it is a representation. not of reality. it has been altered. to fit my screen to fit your screen. the picture your are is not a reality. the reality has been altered to fit the yellow house. it is not a metaphor. it is a yellow house. a random yellow house picture. the screen has altered you...


Closing on my (or soon to be my) little yellow house today... wish me luck, Y'all, & come on over for some tea, anytime!






chris at 11:51 AM |

 

Congratulations to Filipino Poet Angelo V. Suarez, first laureate of Struga--& acclaimed writer of Nymph of MTV!

So, where'd I hear about that?

Here: and this blog has got one of the best titles for anything, anywhere. Just makes me want to send some tough selves off to go learn how to forge steel wearing a Michelin, Goodyear, or even a Maaco bikini. Add to that (okay, I'm bizzaro!), it's also got some of the best bizzario, as well as some of the coolest surveys of the Po world in the moment ... : )


chris at 3:13 AM |

 

Dept. of GoFigure: Texas State Pronoun Rapport,
the State of English Grammar:

Oo-La-La: Fuh-Wah??--most
difficult to decide
what's right?--
as answer to the test
question (Dear

Q: Google Genie: what is "pronoun"?)??
for?

A:


chris at 2:41 AM |

 

Or, B:

RIP Julia Childs: Googlism Topoi: Pronoun(z)=



XO, Y'All,
c


chris at 2:28 AM |

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

 

Calling on ANON

I received a note today from the curious Badgurrrlnest@yahoo.com, asking me to announce this :

CAll FOR SUBMISSIONS

Donate your poetry to the anonymous

group-blog, BadGurrrlNest

Hell, we pray
that you will let us be
more

anon:

% of benefits to society: **all work, posted anon**
% of benefits to poetry: **editorial committee, also anon**

Send poems and/or jpg image work to:

badgurrrlnest@yahoo.com

We love your anon
Your anon speaks
to the void
in us all
Your anon speaks
to the voice
in us lol
Go on,
lover: give us some
good anon


*************************************************




chris at 11:59 PM |

 

from Federico Garcia Lorca's Tres retratos con sombra : *


Verlaine **

      La cancion,
que nunca dire,
se ha dormido en mis labios.
La cancion
que nunca dire.

      Sobre las madreselvas
habia una luciernaga,
y la luna picaba
con un rayo en el agua.

      Entonces yo sone
la cancion,
que nunca dire.

      Cancion llena de labios
y de cauces lejanos.

      Cancion llena de horas
perdidas en la sombra.

      Cancion de estrella viva
sobre un perpetuo dia.

(144)

*

[as translated to English by this volume's translator-team]*** :

Verlaine


      The song
I'll never speak,
on the tip of my tongue fell asleep.
The song
I'll never speak.

      On the honeysuckle
a firefly blinked
and the moon was pricking
the water with a beam.

      It was then that I dreamed
the song
I'll never speak.

      Song filled with lips,
flowing from far away.

      Song filled with hours
whiled away in the shade.

      Song of stars alive
in perpetual daytime skies.

(145)



* Federico Garcia Lorca: Selected Verse, a Bilingual Edition. Christopher Maurer, ed. New York: FSG, 1995.

** Note: Please forgive the lack of accents and Spanish lettering in this blog formatting.--cm

*** Translators of this volume: Francisco Aragon, Catherine Brown, Cola Franzen, Will Kirkland, William Bryant Logan, Christopher Maurer, Jerome Rothenberg, Greg Simon, Alan S. Trublood, John K. Walsh, Steven F. White


chris at 5:09 PM |

 

For My Students' Reading this Week:

kari edwards: of poetry, prose and sexual being(s):

Here is a link to a good combination--the bio with a store of links to the writings--all at Drunken Boat # 6.

Then go ahead to read the entire issue of Drunken Boat, as well.

Also at Bill Allegrezza's journal,

Moria,
read it, too--it's great stuff)


the review of iduna by Eileen Tabios

(the Gabriela-Silang-Chatelaine-Poet).


chris at 10:48 AM |

 

(Near) Visit with Ravi Shankar

I had a nice email from Ravi Shankar, of Drunken Boat, the other day--he suddenly found he had to travel to Austin for the day to attend some meetings, and wanted to see if we could say hi and catch up on poetry stuff. I was delighted to hear from him and of his visit, but I couldn't meet, since Austin's 3 hours or so from here, & I had to teach that day, as well as to spend some hours preparing to open the Writing Center. But I was happy to hear from Ravi, and would have liked to meet up and say hey. I really appreciated his warm note--if you have not met him, Ravi is one of the most gracious poetry folks you could be acquainted with--& his reading at Carrboro was superb! I enjoyed it so much.

And by the way, speaking of visitors, let me extend this invitation: please, folks, if you are going to be in Texas, do let me know, especially if it is in the DFW area, and we can arrange a reading or just say hello over tea & such (or a glass or two of other favorite beverages...).

So, since I could not meet with Ravi this time, then share it with y'all, I want here to share one of Ravi's compelling poems. This one is full of the material and actions of physics as well as music (many of Ravi's poems are of that sensibility: erudite & especially musical). In fact, this poem very artfully weaves the two things, the sensibilities of physics and music, nicely into synch. This one is from his book just out this year: Instrumentality (Cinncinati: Cherry Grove, 2004).

from Ravi Shankar:

Marine Pastel


Chromatic waves of sound wash vibrations into inlets,
Shape the place bacteria emerges from with unasked
Pressure merging atoms into and out of ionic bonds
So that microscopic life can develop from tidewater,

Disputing entropy by growing more complex in time:
Voices from an ocean teeming speak shells into spirals
That spell chaos, brackish and baroque, unpredictable.
Formed by weather, more habitual in retrospect

When limned in crystal or decomposing underground, nature
Is in medias ras forever, temporarily inhabiting a succession
Of forms: watery squiggles, phosphoric roots, magma-
Parched craters that distill briefly into veins of thought.

(67)


~~~~~~~~~~poem copyright of Ravi Shankar~~~~~~~~~~~~ o~o/


chris at 2:28 AM |

 

Listening: absolutely fine mandolin and 5-string banjo pickin' accompanying Alison Krauss on *Forget About It*.

Here's a poem:


Tongue Twisters


silly snowy owl
no bygone wing's
worth a fowl
fling

the dizzy
of it more it
than
baby

baby baby
bay of by
what of

gimme
feathers putting love
by extra ffxx doo dah--

to say about it sometimes
else feather other bother
o granny corset!

accumulates in the now
very so
what?

verbiage decks the spectacles
with more than behind
walk-up

yellow light glow
the porch
against moth flit
(asking for no spore
change.

stuffing the kiss with moreover
in the however.)

someone said something
a bot heard
as partial.

oh the oakbark stipple
under reddening
I

your beloved
palm
of blood & five signal digits

what gets
tossed around

the seas of
mutual
walk this plank
of reprehensible
O surely

Hark! There is Aristotle:
there is another butt
pat of no dispute with now--

a). thought:
the who what-
for.
braided knot of else.
pass the salt, please.

plus: maybe
music me
some we.

--cm--


chris at 1:18 AM |

Monday, August 30, 2004

 

on BAP 2004, & Dove's *All Souls*

I just wrote a lengthy comment over at Tony Tost's blog, Unquiet Grave, in response to his excellent discussion about BAP 2004. Tony's discussion responds to Jonathan Mayhew's categorizing of poets whose work is included in BAP 04 (poets, not the poems, I feel I should note that distinction). Rita Dove is there listed with Billy Collins in a category called "Mediocrities of the Moment."

Because of all that, I decided to go ahead and post Rita Dove's poem, "All Souls" **, because I really do like much of her work (especially *Mother Love* and the early stuff from *Thomas and Buelah*, including this more recent BAP 2004 poem. The category of "Mediocrities of the Moment" is a curious one that I don't think a lot of Dove's work belongs in (though I would agree that the work is uneven, some quite flat and perhaps born of some kind of poetic "mediocrity"). Dove's not trying in poetry to be particularly experimental, it should also be noted, though the poems can be witty, musical, and fractious in energetic ways that I like. On the other hand, I tend to agree completely that much of Billy Collins' work would fit such a category as "Mediocrities of the Moment."

I see Dove's poem below as a basic, human philosophizing and dialectical response in poetry to a life-catastrophe, a sort of -- 'okay I guess this experiential lyric questioning is what I *can* do after this catastrophe' -- & I never thought there might not be room in poetics for that kind of response in poetry--especially as pertains to ways given to the writing of everyday life. Collins's poems, by constrast, seem to me mostly smirky besmirches of everyday life & whinnying insincerity. It was only last summer (2003) that my literature students seriously wanted to *impeach* Collins from his post as Poet Laureate (see archives for texfiles from June-Sept, 03, and the same time's archives from Tim Yu's blog, Tympan, where the case was made and discussed at length).

Regarding BAP 2004, guest editor Lyn Hejinian discusses in her introduction, how, in part, she made her selections: she was, in a way, haunted by the "destructiveness" of the year 2003, what I take to mean the general cultural malaise of violence, war after war, the leaning upon of warring and divisiveness, at least as I interpret what I read in Hejinian's intro. I see Dove's poem, therefore, as certainly having great affinity in terms of what Hejinian, as (reader) editor, was responding to in selecting poems.

from Rita Dove, "All Souls" (BAP, 2004) *


Starting up behind them,
all the voices of those they had named:
mink, gander, and marmoset,
crow and cockatiel.
Even the duck-billed platypus,
of late so quiet in his bed,
sent out a feeble cry signifying
grief and confusion, et cetera.

Of course the world had changed
for good. As it would from now on
every day, with every twitch and blink.
Now that change was de rigueur,
man would discover desire, then yearn
for what he would learn to call
distraction. This was the true loss.
And yet in that first

unchanging instant,
the two souls
standing outside the gates
(no more than a break in the hedge;
how had they missed it?) were not
thinking. Already the din was fading.
Before them, a silence
larger than all their ignorance

yawned, and this they walked into
until it was all they knew. In time
they hunkered down to business,
filling the world with sighs--
these anonymous, pompous creatures,
heads tilted as if straining
to make out the words to a song
played long ago, in a foreign land.


(73-74)


from Dove's BAP commentary on the poem:

"Our house burned down after a lightning strike in 1998. During the subsequent rebuilding and refurnishing, I didn't have much inclination to write at all; it took about six months before the poems began to reappear--shy erratic blossoms poking their heads up through the ashes--and always without warning or, as far as I could tell, logic. The beginnings of *All Souls* arose at this time, the first scribbled entry in a brand-new notebook. I liked what was there--the cadences and authorial distance--but I didn't yet understand its urgency, its raison d'etre, so I put the draft away in a drawer. Then came 9/11, and somehow its haunting images of catastrophe sent me back to those abandoned lines. Endings, beginnings; to linger in regret or to move on: I found myself turning back to the front of that notebook, reconsidering what had been jotted down years before, in haste and incomprehension... and I finished the poem." (253)


* The Best American Poetry, 2004. Lyn Hejinian, guest editor. David Lehman, series editor. New York: Scribner, 2004.

** Dove's *All Souls* was first published in The New Yorker.


chris at 11:58 PM |

 



About The_Delay !

A very warm welcome to the provocative thinking-through-writing that is going on here regarding poetry and cultural being-in-language:The_Delay: Chris Vitiello's new blog. I really enjoyed meeting, talking with, and listening to the poetry reading of Chris at Carrboro Poetry Festival--do check out the audio file of his reading.

By way of welcome to bloggy-world, especially given Chris's interesting blogpost on Francis Ponge, here is an excerpt from Ponge's, "Vegetation" * :

The rain does not form the only hyphens between the earth and the heavens: another kind exists, less intermittent and much better woven, and whose fabric is not carried away by the wind however hard it shakes it. If sometimes it succeeds in a certain season in dislodging a few bits which it strives then to pound to dust in its eddying, we perceive in the final reckoning that it has dispelled nothing at all.

Looking more closely, we find ourselves now at one of the thousand doors of a huge laboratory, bristling with hydraulic apparatus of many forms, all much more intricate than the simple columns of the rain and endowed with an original perfection: all simultaneous retorts, filters, siphons, and stills...


--translated by William Rees--


chris at 2:15 AM |

Sunday, August 29, 2004

 

HaH!!--I love it: TAG poems--Shanna's onto it with "Canal Street Exit Influx,"-- after Laurel's idea of Poetry Tag, at JewishyIrishy.

Here's my response to Shanna's TAG Poem:


My Lycee TAG Poem:



so, yeah, i’m here peeling leather
rosy outers of can’t
wait, smattered with almost
points of
steve
tills' multi-


Walmart-burst me to sweet
bubble cells
& hey
gray

wyvern--

of lycee-revels rolling
thunder centos forth & back in

the lycee's oval
mahogany gloss—my,
what smooth
seed openings,
these navels

of undermind’s packground
or cluttersky

or a happy hardheaded
mule or two they say
it is less
airy but more
erudite the higher one goes
allen bramhall--
even as motes are
hurling
past a viscous sudden
last

night’s moon
or spoked queen of clubs clicking along for the cat hatter’s courier

& exclamation

repeatingly
shanna!!!! fun--(question: fair to tag back?)
ever unprecedented
silver of air
propeller

planes
of surprise & one

clean contrail
splitting cirrus
effusion into veil
or moment’s Seuss-ina & history--
de-

light
as
might also
Jill Jones’ Ruby Street
tuning lyrics in Oz
to impermanent tenses & ever-time


: )

cm--




 

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