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"A note to Pound in heaven: Only one mistake, Ezra! You should have talked to women"
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poetry. hks' smelly head baseball cap.
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Black bowler hat,
giving his oration
on what's questionable in mankind,
in *Waiting for 'God-ot'*.
my friend John Phillips's 1969
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ultimate: Stephanie Young's First Well Nourished Moon
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
More E-Taggers!
How cool is this?--originally the idea came from Laurel at Jewishyirishy blog, who tagged Shanna Compton (linked below), and now it's now evolved in many ways, but the thread out of texfiles goes thus Jill posts an E-Tag response, as does Gray Wyvern, to the one I wrote last week, which came from the one Shanna wrote. Hey, I'm having my students do one soon, too. It's fun : )
And, I can't wait to add, here's a link to a great site, found in the same post with Gray Wyvern's Cento: Diebold Variations--rock on, Y'all!
chris at
1:44 AM
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Monday, September 06, 2004
Tony Tost's Audio Mix # 1 yeaahhhh!--check this out for sure: great stuff: an audio mix at Unquiet Grave. note says it came from a tip by Joe Donahue (hi Joe!) to an UBU web site. & Joe is also one of the readers/readings in the mix (and one I was fortunate enough to hear in person). very super cooooool of you to put this together, Tony, thanks!
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10:32 PM
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Dear, dear, Eileen: thank you so much for responding to Engl. 4330 student, Josh Reed, with such absolute eloquence and care for poetry and poetics--you show yourself not only a wonder of a poet and critical writer, but also a fine teacher of poetry, in every way.
chris at
8:57 PM
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 --*meter reading,* via goleta water.com
A Reading Meter
On David Nemeth's provocative poem-post, "On A Late Summer’s Day, Reading Lyn Hejinian’s Introduction to The Best American Poetry 2004":
As a reader, one thing in poetry that I am strongly drawn to admire is a poetics or creative dynamic occuring in what Foucault likes to go on for hours about as the "moment of discourse"--today I'd call *live feed,* let's say, even if the term sounds uncomplimentary or at the least, ambiguous, for, reading is always in a way, a carnivorous act, eh?--check with Zizek on that... .
Although apparently just a humble way of sayin', as it were, this poem is also the essence of "pro/vocative." David Nemeth's poem of admirable rhetorical economy, a poetic response to reading Lyn Hejinian's BAP 2004 intro, is, to my mind, a form of exquisite economy (btw, I still like the descriptor, "exquisite," if used sparingly). Besides announcing itself as a response-poem, that is what, in part, makes the poem more dialogic than would be the more typical type, a monological statement. Each word, and in fact, the artful use of line, too, is sharply poised to key into the source, to work in tandem as echo and resonance--yet there is no excess. It's what Ginsberg recommended to students: take out all those extra (useless) artifacts of non-poetic language, the articles, pronouns, conjunctions, and let the moment actively breathe as a poem (see the Elissa Schapel article, Paris Review # 135 which I'm liberally interpreting and expanding on here, but mostly from memory so do look into it for a more exacting take). Add to that how this poem takes this even further because of layering in the dimensions of both form and mode of direct response--*in the moment*--David, Keep on!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~a cm note~~~~~~~ O~O/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
chris at
7:55 PM
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how pro-fun-dit(t)y & octopi!
chris at
3:42 PM
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While many of the students wrote the assignment well, Josh Reed, student of my Engl. 4330 E-Po course, wrote exceptionally well--for last week's critical writing assignment:
Open Letter to Eileen Tabios (on one of her Gabriela Silang poems, "A Memory's Resonance Du Jour," from Menage a Trois with the 21st Century( xPress(ed)-- Jukka Pekka Kervinen (nonlinear poetry) & (textual conjectures)--2004). Congratulations, Josh: well done.
chris at
1:29 PM
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Sunday, September 05, 2004
Some new work of mine just added here--click on bio and scroll down to links to find an mp3 of me reading at Carrboro, and then, too, go back to the poems page to find these newbies: Close to Porcelain, rain 4, Logos Qs & Yr(s), Prayer: Demeter to Persephone, & Slip Now--up at the fantastic Poet's Corner, out of Italy!--Anny Ballardini's fine work compiling contemporary experimentalist poets' work. Much appreciated, Anny!
chris at
10:31 PM
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 --courtesy gbk graphics.com
Dallas Reading, 11 Sept, Paperback Books--Writers Against War:
an announcement from Dallas poet and publisher, Joe Ahearn:
To help support the International Day of Poetry Against the War on 11 September, 2004, a group of North Texas writers will offer a free, public reading at
7:30 PM
Paperbacks Plus
6115 La Vista Drive, Dallas.
Poets and writers will present their art and the art of others to make a peaceful declaration against war. This event is being organized by Joe Ahearn (joeahATmailDOTairmailDOTnet) and will include readings by Paul Sampson, Christipher Soden, Tony Zurlo, Joan Canby, John Richards, Teresa Megahan, Barrie Neller, Bob Trammell, and others **. The Writer's Garrett, a Dallas literary center, is sponsoring the event. The management of the Writer's Garret wishes to make it plain that the Writer's Garrett takes no position either for or against the war. Click here for more information about the Writer's Garret.
And click here for more information about the International Day of Poetry.
** cm note: I will be out of town, otherwise I would be reading for this event.
If you live here or nearby, please attend.
chris at
8:22 PM
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Hey, this site is cool--Anny Ballardini's students are here!
chris at
11:05 AM
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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
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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~~~~~~~
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11:59 AM
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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
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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)
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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
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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)
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* 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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Or, B:
RIP Julia Childs: Googlism Topoi: Pronoun(z)=
XO, Y'All,
c
chris at
2:28 AM
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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
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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
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5:09 PM
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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).
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10:48 AM
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(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/
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2:28 AM
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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.
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