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"A note to Pound in heaven: Only one mistake, Ezra! You should have talked to women"
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Max Ernst's Hats of The Hat Makes the Man.
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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
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doo rag. knit face mask hat. Bob Dylan's & photographer Laziz
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ultimate: Stephanie Young's First Well Nourished Moon
Steve Evans: Third Factory
Noah Eli Gordon's Human Verb
Jean Vengua's Blue Kangaroo
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Malcolm Davidson's Tram Spark poems
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Jordan Davis: Million Poems
Eileen Tabios: Corpsepoetics [see Chatelaine above]
YaY! Liz's Thirdwish
Ultra Linking
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Saturday, March 05, 2005
Report (and clarification on the name I chose for this series) : UTA Poetry_Heat events, Friday, March 4, 2005:
"... He felt the heat of the night--
hit him like a freight train moving
with a simple twist of fate...
one more time for a simple twist of fate... "--Bob Dylan, "Simple Twist of Fate"--Blood on the Tracks
"Texas," for many months of the year, is a climate full of remarkable heat, but that's only one reason that came to mind when I decided to name this reading series Poetry_Heat. Basically, for poetic or poetry reasons, I don't really give a flyin' F about the state apparatus that calls itself Texas. I also don't care about the reasons there is any state by any name, but certainly not the ones that led to this one (excepting where, in the past, so many lost their lives in conflicts over some ideological framework that eventually established this as a state within a state).
Here I'm talkin' Althusser and Jameson (the theorist of third-'worlding', not the sharp whiskey, Y'all). Those few lines of Dylan's, tho interesting in their focus on a single perspective of a "he," i read second naturedly (like i read so many things, out of necessity) from the multiplicitous positioning of denying their obvious gendering of the subject. So, in case anyone was wondering, the result of that interpretive readerly perspective was more the spirit behind the name, "Poetry_Heat". Of course, there is always the question of it's relation to what sounds a natural: "Poetry_[in]_Heat". And yeah: that tends to linger around the metrical-music and set-up or expectancy, doesn't it? Language plays us as much as we think we're playing it, eh?
So tonight's reading: in a word: fantastico!
Today, a cold and cloudy one here was brightened immensely by meeting and talking with Eileen Tabios (but of course!--the chatelaine rules, Y'all!) and Sandy McIntosh and his wife, Barbara (who sweetly yet ever-so-business-wise, kept us all timely--since I had no watch--and then, after the reading, she keep track on/with books-for-sale: many thanks, Barbara!).
Students at the afternoon presentation were full of interesting questions. They'd just this week finished reading Linh Dinh's Blood and Soap, so were reeling from prismatic considerations of poetics and narrative perspective, but also, many just wanted to ask the simpler questions, like, "what's it like to be a writer?" The diaglogue with students went very well.
The poetry reading was wonderful: many students, a few faculty and grad students attended. Sandy read first, and extremely well, from his new book, The After-Death History of My Mother (Marsh Hawk, 2005), including a knock-out poem about Marilyn Monroe that the students at the afternoon presentation had found lots of fun.
Eileen, who had keep us all in good humour during the earlier talk and then at dinner (during the break between events), read... well, I think the apropos term here would be *soared* or sung !) from Reproductions of the Empty Flagpole to begin with, and then much more... soon to be elaborated.
I will also note here that I opened tonight's reading by (not surprisingly) reading. Briefly and from several sources, http://brtom.org/blogger.html
a *finish your phrase* which was a chapbbok I received this week from br.Tom Murphy: Fingers. no ink, from the chap series of _finish your phrase_ (2003). Here are Tom's lines:
how many bad things tackled your truth today?
when they float at you... scream "I am a golden child!"
maybe your family history is a board game...
you be the shoe... let them becames rich and aloof.
Is that cool or what? --Thanks, brTom, for sharing such fine work.
And, hey, Y'all--I will have much more to report tomorrow or Sunday, after our next leg of journey: Austin!
Stay tuned, Y'all!
o~o
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1:16 AM
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Friday, March 04, 2005
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Poetry_Heat Events Today and Tomorrow:
Chatelaine Eileen Tabios, and Sandy McIntosh !
4:30 today, Dialogue with Students about writing and publishing
@ UTA Writing Center,
4th floor, Central Library
7:30 tonight, Poetry Reading: UTA
Rady Room, 6th floor, Nedderman Hall,
7:00 tomorrow night, Poetry Reading: Austin, TX--
in conjunction with Skanky Possum Press:
@ 12th Street Books--827 W 12th Street, Austin.
[an additional reading has been planned by Eileen and Shin Yu Pai:
Dallas, TX, Sunday, Mar. 6 @ 5:30 pm:
Paperbacks Plus: 6115 La Vista Dr. ]
* photo credit: Eugene Atget
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11:49 AM
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To all these wonderful folks sayin' Hey to texfiles, opening the third year of fun, here: I love Y'all! Many thanks for reading and caring.
Best,
c
chris at
11:01 AM
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Press Play: O-mi-G!
& on the
the artist is Avelino de Araujo--and this is the site: Poesia Visual/Experimental, from the main page. Depending on tastes, some might be more arresting than others (given changeable characteristics), but all are quite amazing (in my humble opinion).
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1:42 AM
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Thursday, March 03, 2005
from Pablo Neruda (in translation by David D. Walsh) *:
THE SOLDIER'S LOVE
In the midst of war life led you
to be the soldier's love.
With your poor silk dress,
your costume jewelry nails,
you were chosen to walk through the fire.
Come here, vagabond,
come and drink on my breast
red dew.
You didn't want to know where you were going
you were the dancing partner,
you had no Party, no country.
And now walking at my side
you see that life goes with me
and that behind us is death.
Now you can't dance any more
with your silk dress in the ballroom.
You'll wear out your shoes,
but you'll grow on the march.
You have to walk on thorns
leaving little drops of blood.
Kiss me again, beloved.
Clean that gun, comrade.
(100-101)
* Pablo Neruda, The Captain's Verses. transl. Donald S. Walsh. New York: New Directions, 1972.
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11:45 PM
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Go Optative Mood! : the state of Paris, governments & media...
also: esto iz wei keul de Brasilia:
!CONCRETISMO!
(found via
Jay Thomas' links-list at Bad with Titles)
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7:04 PM
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Yeah! Terrible Twos!
nawwww.... we're
ust plai ol ickedly ba,
Y'all!
Texfiles: still at it
o~o/
chris at
6:56 PM
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 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TEXFILES !!
texfiles is 2 years old today, y'all! YaY!!
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11:42 AM
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Announcement from Halvard Johnson:
Hamilton Stone Review, Issue 5, Winter 2005, Now Online!
Featuring fiction by Sybil Kollar, Sue Mellins, and Lance Olsen,
and poetry by Deborah Poe, Alan Brilliant, Susan Donnelly, Paul
Murphy, Catherine Daly, Tad Richards, Todd Swift, mIEKAL
aND, Roy Frisvold, Rochelle Ratner, Hugh Steinberg, William
Sylvester, Tim Martin, Sybil Kollar, Andrew Lundwall, Bert
Kimmelman, James Cervantes, Skip Fox, Sheila E. Murphy,
and César Vallejo (in translations by Rebecca Seiferle).
Hamilton Stone Review
Submissions to the Hamilton Stone Review
At this time, the Hamilton Stone Review is not open to unsolicited
fiction submissions, but will be taking unsolicited poetry submissions
until May 1, 2005, for Issue #6, which will be out in June 2005.
Poetry submissions should go directly to Halvard Johnson at
halvard@earthlink.net.
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3:12 PM
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Hey, Y'all: Big Poetry Weekend
Eileen Tabios and Sandy McIntosh will be here to talk to students and to read poetry on Friday! Then we're off to Austin together. Looking forward here! : )
Here's a poem from the new books of each:
from Sandy McIntosh * :
My Friend Ignatius
I find myself at a carival shooting gallery
with my friend, Ignatius. We pop our rifles, having fun,
until I realize that this is a dream.
We are not at a carnival. We are asleep in our beds
in different cities, but we have met in dreaming!
I try to convince Ignatius, but he doesn't believe me.
I show him how I can leap in the air
and fly around the carnival tents.
"You can't do this when you're awake," I tell him.
To prove it, I take his hand as we fly through a solid wall.
"Wow," he says. "I think you got something there."
Ignatius leaps into the air and I follow.
We visit strange cities and meet interesting people.
"Now," I tell him. "It's the critical moment.
I'm going to wake myself up, and call you on the telephone.
If you verify that you were here with me in this dream,
we'll have proved Carlos Casteneda correct:
two people can share a dream."
Finally awake,
I reach for the phone and fumble some numbers.
However, in waking life,
I don't have a friend named Ignatius.
--for Amy Wallace
(54)
~
from Eileen Tabios * :
LUDIC + [...]
for Jean Vengua
ridiculous absence
if only it were not
a life of baroque
sears bathingsuit
mermaid, just
that i am no
eyes under water
because of this
nonexistent guitar
plucking the strings
practice practice
less and pretend
of this absence
cheeks. because
pale remains
orchid and use
tisane drained
absence i have
(not yours)
yes my rib
shard needle
with thread
sew a dress
because of this
ridiculous absence
(64)
* the books:
--Sandy McIntosh, The After-Death History of My Mother. Marsh Hawk Press, 2005
--Eileen Tabios, I Take Thee, English, for My Beloved. Marsh Hawk Press, 2005.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~poems copyright of the authors~~~~~~~~ o~o/
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12:54 PM
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scrammin/scramblin w/Modest Mouse
went to the porch
to have a thought... [something about]
[wha? : cheech or chablis] indiscriminate colon: [more wha]
& my ("mah") thoughts
were so loud I couldn't hear em in
my mouth...
realized there wz no
porch...
we'll all float on okay...
or nay:
[lots of bouncy muzik
& i luv
my son
(mom don't worry
it's not too heavy... i'll be alright)
not worryin then if its *my* son!
goin off to Bushbag shit
nosirree
realized there wz no porch
ya kno? but maybe we'll all get
lucky and we'll all
live [leave?] again...
something else about your head
on your mouth
over your soul
which is the size of a grocery store
pea inside a galaxy only a science
fiction (you parental ideological state apparatus fool!) writer
you'll never meet
ever begins to
tell anyone about ever,
everywhere
if ya got one and if ya kno
it. know what i
mean?--it's like that, & more...
well, he ain't even over there yet
an' he's the one to ask, ya kno?
--cm
o~o/
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4:31 AM
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
hey Wesley! you gotta smile...
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11:52 PM
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from Toni Morrison, on writers, writing * :
Writers are among the most sensitive, the most intellectually anarchic, * most representative, most probing of artists. The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power. The languages they use and the social and historical context in which these languages signify are indirect and direct revelations of that power and its limitations.
* Toni Morrison, Playing in the Dark: Whiteness and the Literary Imagination. Random House, 1992.
I especially like that part about being "intellectually anarchic,"--yeah! Ya kno?
: )
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5:34 PM
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2:43 AM
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Dear Glamourpuss,
SHAMPOO issue 23 is eagerly awaiting your lovely locks.
Please conspicuously catwalk over to:
SHAMPOO POETRY
and lather up with poetry by Tim Yu, Muesser Yeniay, J. Marcus
Weekley, Alli Warren, Mike Topp, Shannon Tharp, Andrew
Slattery, Barry Schwabsky, Cassandra Schiemann, C. Allen
Rearick, Stephen Ratcliffe, James Penha, Ronald Palmer, Wanda
O'Connor, William Moot, rob mclennan, Eric Low, Jon Leon,
David Koehn, Stephen Kirbach, Raud Kennedy, Christine Neacole
Kanownik, Malia Jackson, Yuri Hospodar, August Highland, Jeff
Harrison, Nada Gordon, Ethan Fugate, Monica Fauble, Olivia Cronk,
Bruce Covey, Amy M. Conger, Todd Colby, Brandon Brown, Jason
Bredle, Taylor Brady, Kelly Bartolotta, Glenn Bach, Jane Adam; plus
do enjoy glamtastic ShampooArt by Nico Wijaya.
Thank you for looking so good!
Next up: 5 Year SHAMPOO Anniversary Extravaganza (stay tuned)!
Scrub-it-cuz-you-lub-it,
Del Ray Cross, Editor
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1:53 AM
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Monday, February 28, 2005
Christos et al & the Why Is It Art Questions
I'm most often skeptical--about this wildly popular  art and such--
but I like what is found here: this way of taking a bird's-eye-view in both the foto representation and the writing's perspective. They're mutually reinforcing in ways that work out well for the reader, especially those who've not had a chance to see the Christos work. This bird's-eye-view, though?--it's, first of all, unusual to this specific event: so much of what's out there in terms of images meant to reflect on the (unresolved question of) momentousness of this artistic event has a really bad post-pumpkinish-turns-to-princessish kind-of-flavor-twist to it (just Google for images: they're all about repeating some academic- or revivalist-romanticist crap rather than the work, in other words, so far the images collectively say more about the sinking ship of grasping romanticist notions of late capital commodity culture than they do about this work, which I think really has some significance to it). The lack of perspective on this work, then, has made the event near laughable in some ways--most regrettably the critical-thinking ways.
But there's more to it than that, as Ron's post and many others have noted--also Geof Huth, for example, whose account of the event i admired here the other day; and then the student blog i linked to yesterday, a wonderful skeptic who turned the resistance of skepticism around--was smiling and actually happy by the end of a walk through this mysterioso, The Gates. Now that is what I'd call a radical response brought on bythe art.
In all I think that perhaps it is the bird's-eye-view, though, that provided something else necessary to understanding it (if one can hope to do that much), or reaching something at the very lest which would counteract the necessity for skepticism long enough to find a peaceful moment with it as art. So, there are fair-minded ways to grapple with the apparently rhetorical complexity of this work and its reception. That's what I look for. The response to "The Gates," has been so en masse, that one cannot help but get a little twinge of a Golden Arches puke-o correlation, eh? But I think it must deserve more than that: there is an inevitable and warranted connection to be had in phenomenology-based aesthetics (Adorno style): that enlightened shudder he makes so much of, the legacy from ancient human life with art as community. That's not to be underestimated in terms of power to move folks.
And as for analytical takes, well, I dunno: it's just infinitely intriguing to me that the response is so (wonderfully!) diverse--the thing is either damned or elevated to the tenth level of heaven often, for strong reasons, and in such unexpected voices, in so many differing ways, that how could one not try to gather some understanding on it all? Well, that kind of diversity rocks, I think. But alas I was not able myself to go to NYC for it (sigh), so my response is mostly vicarious, thus not based in materiality and this work seems to invoke a strong materialist response.
All the more important, then, that folks took the time to post on it at length, so those who couldn't go experience it in person could at least have some word of it?--or maybe that misses the point--perhaps so.
Anyway, I also note here that I had a good read, I found another unique, inimitable view on the Christos work over at the mischievous, um... Hoetry dot com--
(not to be confused with the whose-its-anonymous-because-it's-so-safe
-to-hide-behind-a-Foetry-listserv...).
Yeah, Y'all.
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10:28 PM
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Dept of High Interest: on e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s
Tom Beckett interviews,or, really, perhaps the better term is that he has a dialog with
Nick Piombino. Well, hey, Y'all, that's certainly a nice fait accompli, eh?--very nice work!
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10:09 PM
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Encore! More intriguing foto & poetry from Justin Ulmer...
foto by Justin Ulmer, "Scott's Favorite" *
A Goat For Azazel
When I was afraid of the dark
My sleep was deep and urgent
And often after hours
Under the covers with pajamas
I would blow kisses to angels and God
Wiggling my toes into the mattress
Me and Ted
Waiting on the night train
I am no longer afraid of the dark
Like a baby
I sleep naked
But for boxers
And more expensive sheets
A high thread count
And my prayers have turned into conversations
Debates
Grown-up stuff
The teddy bear stuck with me though
He spends his nights up
In the high shelves with photographs
My books
Faux ivy and the occasional cobweb
With two glass eyes and patience
Always watching
Poised and reluctant
To leave it all behind
The light stays on for him
* The foto caption refers to friend
Scott Pierce. (Hi Scott!)
~~~~~~~~~foto & poem copyright of Justin Ulmer~~~~~~ o~o/ ~~~~
chris at
8:33 PM
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I really like what this blog,
The Punks of Zion, has to say about "The Gates."
chris at
12:58 AM
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some.body.round.
here.
say.
m.o.
n.d.a.
y?
chris at
12:04 AM
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Sunday, February 27, 2005
 from Barbara Guest:
Prairie Houses *
Unreasonable lenses refract the
sensitive rabbit holes, mole dwellings and snake
climes where twist burrow and sneeze
a native species
into houses
corresponding to hemispheric requests
of flatness
euphemisticall, sentimentally
termed prairie.
On the earth exerting a wilful pressure
something like a stethoscope against the breast
only permanent.
Selective engineering architectural submissiveness
and rendering of necessity in regard to height,
eschewment of climate exposure, elemental
understandings,
constructive adjustments to vale and storm
historical reconstruction of early earthworks
and admiration
for later even oriental modelling
for a glimpse of baronial burdening
we see it in the rafters and the staircase heaviness
a surprise yet acting as ballast surely
the heavens strike hard on prairies.
Regard its hard-mouthed houses with their
robust nipples the gossamer hair.
* Barbara Guest, "Prairie Houses," in Postmodern American Poetry.
ed., Paul Hoover. Norton, 1994. p. 64.
chris at
8:30 PM
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The Work of Justin Ulmer
Photographer and poet Justin Ulmer, who lives in Houston, came to the Austin poetry reading last week. He blogs at seven apples. Here is some of his fine work:
photo by Justin Ulmer
Autumn
the old man is so quiet
grave
with his dying
the secret is all over him
deadweight and conspicuous
bloodshot eyes to and fro
furtive and flustered with the leaving life
the man anyone might be the reaper
with long cold hands he worries
waxing senescent
swallowed in deep
laboring draughts
like the liquor in his blood
the beast of his burden pulling mightily
catgut heartstrings & hardened arteries
exhausted lungs that speak louder than he does
stinking sweet of the ruined spice
these last years
he buries himself within the salt of the earth
with empty pockets and thirsty
insufficient
genuflections
better days
always yesterdays
when he was a man
a model
more than
today
with great
contagious sobs
his daughter weeps at him
from across the peanut shells
her father
the miscarried stag
fear and apprehension
and much posturing
welling up
the tear on his cheek
racing
the whiskey in his throat
he blinks slow and fearfully at her questions and all this sadness
from far away
and lower
his frown deeper than the floor
yellow fingers segue to matches
and a desperate attempt
at lighter conversation
she sees it all
he orders another whiskey
dying to get out of there
i take my sister home
~~~~~~~photo & poem copyright of Justin Ulmer~~~~~~ o~o/
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