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Friday, July 01, 2005

 

Update: ack! the mover's truck is broken down somewhere near here! I hope they are okay...

I just talked to their office, and was assured that "Yes, Ma'm, someone will be there, sometime."

I kind of like that response. I did not even ask if they knew approximately when someone might be here. Around here right now, we're on 'moving time' not western-clock-time. No sarcasm from me on that matter: I like that idea.



chris at 2:39 PM |

 

More Cheerful Moving, cont'd...



Waiting for the movers to get here. Deep dark cloudy, thundery, sultry. Hoping it's not headed toward tornadoey, too.

Standing up blogging off a stack of boxes of books--30 boxes of books!! Heh heh:packed in "Consumer-Friendly Ground Meats" heavy duty cardboard boxes with handles. from Wally-World, or as their doppelganger on The Simpsons' calls it SprawlMart, as you know, it's my favorite store: not! but hey I am as Baudelaire-hypocritical as anyone, I suppose (tho I could have gone to Whole Foods for the boxes, too...) but hey, talk about excess! sheesh! consummerist-bibliophile! & stubborn reader: I'm not giving up any of them, tho. I'm reminded of Walter Benjamin's wonderfull essay, "Unpacking My Library," only for me I suppose at this point it is just "Packing My Bibio-pile." So, no: not giving them up, at least not at the moment--hey, do people ever just have biblio-pile-garage-sales?

Anyways, on one back shelf (mine have been two deep for years now--I really need more book shelves), demurely in her tri-corness, I re-found Marianne Moore's Tell Me, Tell Me (MacMillan of Canada, 1966). Before it goes into a box, I thought I'd post this one short poem:

Arthur Mitchell

Slim dragonfly
too rapid for the eye
to cage--
contagious gem of virtuousity--
make visible, mentality.
Your jewels of mobility

reveal
and veil
a peacock-tail.


(27)



Arthur Mitchell, the notes tell us, "danced the role of Puck in Lincoln Kirstein's and George Balanchine's City Center production of A Midsummer Night's Dream."

Bravo, then, Arthur!--you double-winged wonder, you--where are you? By chance do you move boxes of books?


Okay, back to it...



chris at 2:12 PM |

 

Still
Moving



chris at 10:46 AM |

 


Check this out: flarfist poet Kasey Mohammad interviewed by Tom Beckett, on e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s. Well done, Y'all!



chris at 12:52 AM |

Thursday, June 30, 2005

 

Moving Dayzz!




Moving Can Only Be Better with Moving Poems! (cheerful moving poems!)


Many thanks to Hal Johnson for sending me the following 'moving poem'--and, hey: every poem should be *moving,* eh? : ) It's one he wrote about and dedicated to some friends in New Mexico.

In fact, ya kno, Hal's poem got me thinking (Hal's poetry always keeps folks thinking!) : since, during my move over the next few days, the transition for online stuff won't be interrupted (on that I'm all set-up in the new place), meaning that I can check my email and blog stuff, why don't Y'all check around in your poems and see if you've got any 'moving poems'? If you have a 'moving poem' for Tex, please send it to

chris dot murray dot querty at gmail dot com

If you do that, I'll post it during this move.

* * *

Here is Hal Johnson's 'moving poem' :

Moving Out

          for Keith & Heloise Wilson


saying goodby
is no trouble:

a house is a skin
to be shucked

wriggled out of
room by room

closet by closet
until what remains

is piles of boxes,
a few empty hangers,

a heap of debris
on the kitchen floor

which never seemed so wide,
a neighbor's dog

who come to say goodby
from a respectable distance.




~~~~~~~~poem copyright of Hal Johnson~~~~~~~~ o~o/ ~~~~~



chris at 12:41 PM |

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

 

Hey, it's so nice to see Malcom-Eeksy-Peeksy is back--Go Malcom!



chris at 11:08 PM |

 

Have I mentioned that moving sucks? But I am cheerful, I promise!!



chris at 11:06 PM |

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

 



"Cheerful!" as a Parakeet...


Dept of Books Received:

LIT 10, Spring 2005 Vol. 5 No. Two (New School University, 238pp)
[LIT also has a blog--check it out here]

It was good to pick up my mail last Friday--LIT 10 was there, and I'd been looking forward to it. LIT 10 is beautifully done by editor Shanna Compton, whose delightful book of poems, Down Spooky, will be out in September from Winnow Press, Austin, TX), together with what is obviously an excellent editorial crew. I'm so very pleased and feel it a great honor to have a poem in it, and to be able to say a few words here about why it is a fine journal.

The mix of work is lively, admirably eclectic. This issue contains an abundant range of poetry. In that, rhetorically the poetics represent a vast range: there are new and familiar experimentalist po-folk working in myriad forms and modes, as well as nationally recognized poets working in conventional forms. While reading LIT 10 through, I became fascinated with this mixture, the range of type and style, voicings and modes, and the care taken over arrangement throughout the issue. The artful arrangement, to my mind, creates a finely tuned dialogue between differing impulses in the poems, which in turn suggests an ongoing and fluid kind of cultural work being performed. Because I found much of the work interesting and significant, it was hard to pick just one poem to highlight here--and anyways: just order a copy, you'll be glad of it.

So, I chose the following poem to give a sample of the quality of work in the journal, but I think over the next few weeks I will offer up a few others to tantalize readers here. In part I choose the following poem simply because I also have an affinity for all things "bird" and all things "question." I think it's outstanding and I can't wait to see this book :

Christina Davis'
Forth a Raven *


In the dream, we take god out of the attic and put back the birds,

higher than human
but horizontal, the whole of their bodies

is ahead, hazarded
like a question. Every question

I have ever asked is a descendant of

Do you love me? Will I die?

To which the birds reply,

We came in full

view of an island
or continent. For we knew

not whether


(76)


I cannot say it any other way: I am wowed by this work. It is only one part of this group that is poetry in a given place at a given time. With its unique emphases, this issue will keep readers fascinated and should keep them questioning what comes next?--for a long time.

On the short fiction, my reference above (in the title of this post), to "Cheerful" and "parakeet," fits not only my comments here--yesterday, scroll down, Y'all :)-- about self-imposed/enforced cheerfulness about having to move, but coincidentally I found its quirky uses again today while reading. "Cheerful" is a lost parakeet in the short story, "All the Feathered Creatures Unite," by Marie Mutsuki Mockett (79-90), and is definitely a provocative read (though, again, I am being subjective in what to emphasize here: everything in this issue is well done).

Of course there is much more to keep one intrigued, and avidly reading--and then again, hopefully, re-reading--much more work and variety that is especially provocative in terms of new ways of thinking about contemporary artful writing as a rhetoric that is also an action, in that it is performing valuable cultural work one-on-one with readers, and also in the larger senses of having a wide audience. A sort of bric-at-a-time form of bricolage, as Roland Barthes might be invoked to say.

Although my overview here is admittedly too brief to give the proper and well-deserved depth warranted by the quality of work and editorial thinking that produced this journal, I do want to point y'all to one more very provocative, intriguing element in this issue, which is the somewhat understated yet stunning visuals. The John Evans mixed media cover seems to me something of a masterwork in contradiction and conflict between lovely, loud, and longing, a form of semiotic understatement in (if you'll allow me this punning:) lo-lo-lo color-work (primarily pastels) and in images so economically placed that they never leave the viewer's consciousness and psyche, but are also near-comically resistant to conventional 'interpretation'.

They, like language, may be lyric and have lyric uses, but they are in fact completely arbitrary, as is every semiotic figuration. In terms of what color attains, pastels might tend to be less memorable than stronger, primary colors, as would more striking images. It is the combination that packs a punch, as it were. Here are some details: a text of the terms "invisible-stylish sanitary" shares center, typed on what seems a hockey stick against a pink and pollen-yellow backgound, on which is a color portrait of a late-art-nouveau, wavy-haired, sidelong-gazing flapper-girl ["March 24, 1980"--Pavel Zoubok Gallery]; and just below her, included by contrast and a beckoning of comparison, are four similarly eye-full/soul-full-looking birds: but they are pink--red-billed ducks or perhaps swans.

Lovely: Quiet and loud all at once, a lovely, lovely, choice for this eclectic journal. This wonderful rendering of Evans' work into a cover-design is the result of a collaboration between Shanna Compton and Justin Marks--special congratulations to all on this memorable cover, I say.

One other matter cannot go unmentioned here. The outstanding black/white drawings (ink? pencil? charcoal? mixed?--I'm not sure) by Elizabeth Zechel. Mysterious, filled with energy, and with humorous appeal, the drawings have emphatic, contradictory effects. I immediately fell in love with several, the first being the image of a boy in shorts facing viewers in a pose that may be near-antic, there is a little near-antsy-boredom there, I think. In the fashion of many family-type snapshots his arm is extended as it would be around a companion, playmate, or sibling. But the form of this 'other' is a bird: a commanding-looking, tufted or crested bird, perhaps a stellar's jay or a cardinal. A subtle comic effect is felt via comparison: what is basically an animal the size of the boy's fist is here represented as of equal size, and in fact looks like it has more plump body mass than the boy could possibly have. Expectations are overturned--the bird's eye is the size of the boy's fist, then, turning the tables on conventions of realism in representation yet not with violence. Rather, this is accomplished with delight. The boy is posed to look as if he has been or is about to comb the bird's pointy tuft/crest. It's, again, lovely stuff, and follows with something of a thread that throughout this issue weaves emphases on human-animal relations, but emphasizing the animal perspective more than the human.

My congratulations to all involved here, on the very fine art work, on all the poetic and writerly effort toward LIT 10. Hey, Y'all, keep-on in the same way, okay? And those of you tuning in here to read, look for some more sampling over the next few weeks, and don't hold back now: if you haven't already, then do order an issue of LIT 10.



* This is the title poem from Christina Davis' Alice James book, forthcoming in 2006.



~~~~~~poem copyright of Christina Davis~~~~~~ o~o/ ~~~

--cm



chris at 6:02 PM |

 


"Firing away for effect" : Michelle Shocked unleashes...


Yeah, keep on, girl(z) Michelle and anyone likewise (Y'all kno she wanted to go indy, or just to produce her own stuff, and the record-co's she was signed onto effed her out of biz, right?--when they were holding a bunch of her work, her controversial work, just to 'force the moment to a crisis' eh? Ack--check it out: just Google it...

But for now: So nice to see this recoup/recap.

Special thanks, for this train of thought, to Jilly Dybka: keep rockin' with the good news... :)



chris at 1:08 AM |

Monday, June 27, 2005

 

(more) CHEERFUL!
(I'm Moving to an Apartment 60 Yards Away & Very Cheerful About It, Y'all!)

Here's my cheeful Tarot quiz result:

Oooooo: Hey, I like this quiz
(found via
Patty, of *ExPatty* blog--hey, thanks, Patty!--for the cool Tarot stuff,
but, even moreso, for your kind comment below
), & hey good luck moving!


The Sun Card
You are the Sun card. The light of the Sun reveals
all. The Sun is joyful and bright, without fear
or reservation. The childish nature of the Sun
allows you to play and feel free. Exploration
can truly take place in the light of day when
nothing is hidden. The Sun's rays fill you with
energy so that you may live life to its
fullest, milking pleasure out of each day. Such
joy and energy can bring wealth and physical
pleasure. To shine in the light of day is to
have confidence, to soak up its rays is to feel
the freedom of a child. Image from: Stevee
Postman. http://www.stevee.com/


Which Tarot Card Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla



chris at 10:28 PM |

 

Cheerful!

Gearing up here to move. A smaller apartment, so to save some $. I loathe moving. I'm trying to be cheerful about it. Yesterday I cleaned two countertops in my kitchen. They sparkle now. There is only another several hundred square feet of this two bedroom place left to go. eep! Went looking for boxes to put books in today. There weren't any. Gosh, moving sucks. I'll try to be more cheerful about it. Stay tuned, Y'all, for more cheerful news about moving.

: )



chris at 6:02 PM |

 

... edged in questions porous as traveled bodies...
--Ann Blonstein, "Yod + Vau,"
Argotist Online (June 2005)




The new issue of Argotist Online contains an interview with Marjorie Perloff, by David Clippinger, that right away this morning caught my attention--an interesting cluster of thoughts from Perloff on the current state of and influences moving toward the future of poetry/poetics. I've always found Perloff's views insightful, and frankly, I've learned a lot reading her work over the years.
Then, on reading further into this new issue, much strong poetry, and since there are so many, here I'll briefly mention a few: Hank Lazar, Sheila E. Murphy, John M. Bennett, rob mclennan, Anne Blonstein (quoted above), Todd Swift, Jeffrey Side, Michael Rothenberg, Kane X Faucher, Dee Rimbaud, Annabelle Clippinger, and this new poet-find (for me) Steven Murray (no relation). There's much more--an eclectic mix (which I prefer), and in that, I think congratulations are in order to Jeffrey Side, editor.

On looking around the links in the journal, I also see this archived interview (1996) with Joseph Brodsky, by Nick Watsonthis. As many of you know, Brodsky's a favorite poet here at Texfiles. I haven't put up any of his work in a while (tho I will later today, but for now, do look around in the archives: somewhere last fall there is a wonderful grouping of translations of Brodsky done by my good friend, the excellent poet-translator, Anny Ballardini, who is also the curator of the excellent contemporary gathering of poets/poetry, Fieralingue: The Poet's Corner.



chris at 11:18 AM |

 

"Overgrown military establishments are inauspicious to liberty... and are to be regarded as particularly hostile to republican liberty." --George Washington, _Farewell Address_



chris at 2:47 AM |

Sunday, June 26, 2005

 

YaY!!!! I found at least one quick fix, tho it doesn't answer
the question of how this began... anyways, now we are getting somewhere...



chris at 9:51 PM |

 

Now I'm reading CSS manuals--actually it's fascinating, and feels a little dangerous since I've never done a systematic overview of creating web pages, so it feels like I could really have a problem if I do any tiny thing out of synch with the rest of the stuff. But some part of me likes that challenge at this moment, partly because I really just want the capacity of text on Texfiles to go back to what it was. Anyways, I'm trying something right now to see if it makes a diff.



chris at 9:45 PM |

 

I should clarify here that I've done my best to scope out whatever might be wrong with the template or the posting screens, and I cannot discern anything I might have done, but hey, it's possible, but I'm at a loss as to what it might be since I've not done anything unusual with the template or in daily posting in using html & etc... alas.



chris at 8:33 PM |

 


POETICS archives -- June 2005 (#364) :


Thanks very much for the nice mention, Steve.
I'm a great admirer of Beverly Dahlen's work.
Best wishes to you both in the August reading.

cm
o~o/



chris at 6:43 PM |

 

Well, get ready, as soon as I publish this post, for the post below it to jump over to the right margin, y'all, messing with my *textureality*, ya kno? Anyways, this is just to say I wrote a note to the very kind and wise Blogger Help folks--so something should get worked out soon. I hope. Thanks for your patience, Y'all--and I know I promised a special recipe for Gazpacho, sent by one of my favorite po-folk, as well as a books received post. I'm waiting to do those when the template is restored to some kind of sane-looking alignment of form for poems and any other text ... : ) ... believe me the irony is not lost on me at this point, in terms of what *experimental* form vs intentional or conventional expectations of form for poetry might be... tho I feel no compulsion to notify Alanis Morrisette, whose definition of irony is actually misleadingly skewed, anyway...


chris at 6:28 PM |

 


"Tumbal," by Ida Bagus Made, Balinese artist-priest,

the Agung Rai Museum of Art,

located in Paliatan, Ubud, Bali. Via Nusantara .com


To be uncompromisingly clear-eyed about it, which in my opinion the situation requires (and has required for decades now), causes me to point out here that
this NYRB article(Tony Judt, The New York Review of Books: "The New World Order," Vol. 53, no. 12, July 14, 2005),
unlike the ones I mention below (yesterday on Billie Holiday, and last week by Joan Didion) is not POV as in merely Point of View, but POV as utter Point of Vomit: it completely overlooks the regions of rhetoric where analysis and circumstance make clear that the other highly transparent motives served by the current type of "humanitarian" perspective (those considered in the article) are cultural imperialism and self-serving, profit-mongering, resource-stealing economics.

In that, cultural imperialism and self-serving economics are not separate motives but are intimately related: capitalism as a system will always need to be the kissing cousin of political domination--captitalism is not about sharing wealth and resources, it is about hording for the few, competing to knock out all comers, dominating or eliminating those who are perceived to be weak, survival at all cost--that is why essentially it is a system that does not care about the environment, people, and artful culture unless those elements are compartmentalized into commodities.

Beyond the obvious problem of hording, though, why should it be necessary right now for capitalist interests based in the U.S to be kissing cousins with territorial and cultural imperialism?--because it is running out of places, resources, and peoples to exploit so to satisfy its beastliness, its continuing need for the profit that sustains our comfortable lives. Get it?--that is why the world picture and situation are worsening and difficult for us, here in our comforts, to understand.


"Beastly," by Tan Oe Pang, Singapore Museum of Art, 1988
via Nusantara. com

"Humanitarianism," as this writer frames the use of this term, is not in trouble because of an elementary contradiction in its principles, to "do good," and to "prevent ill" in the world, which are wonderful ideals. No. Humanitarianism is in trouble because those ideals are not enough: they've been cut-off from the materialist sourcing that is the basis for life and world. "Humanitarianism," in that definition, misrecognizes its complicity with destructive and self-serving corporate interests. Humanitarianism has cut itself off from ways of understanding and dealing with socio-economics as systems, and history as structure, a combination that governs lives and how resources are used/managed materially: in real-life places, over time. Simple as that.

If so cut-off from recognizing and integrating a response in terms of the macro governing structures of life, I'm now wondering if the "humanitarian" ideals, "to do good and prevent ill" in the world can even work on the micro levels of one-on-one relations between people. It's a serious and an on-going question--one where getting at answers (which are never permanent) means continually re-inventing ways and means according to unique situations and perspectives. That is primarily a rhetorical framework, and is essential, then, to survival of many. Apart from the other kinds of rhetorical situations that are escalations beyond that level of the rhetorical into material violences such as war, then, this is what is meant by life being a constant struggle--rhetorical awareness and responsibility for understanding, recognizing, not blindering oneself with ideals ungrounded in materiality.



--cm
o~o/



chris at 1:44 PM |

 

I'm really getting annoyed with this weirdness
in the template/posting thing. ack!


chris at 1:41 AM |

 

I love this:
'He sings with his horn, and you can almost hear his words..."
Oh, my, Ladyday,
eh?! Yeah. That kind-- that way.


chris at 1:37 AM |

 

Welcome to chris murray's texfiles, the inside-out blog... ACK!!!!

Y'all: I still have no idea why everything is wandering over to the right margin just below every next topmost post. eep.


 

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