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Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Sign : Thing, 1
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go SUPERFLUX !!
Hey, Y'all: if you are in Austin tomorrow for AWP or any other reason, stop by the Cactus Cafe at the UT campus union around 7:00 pm for the launch of the new print journal, SUPERFLUX, curated by Hoa Nguyen, Susan Briante, and me (I had planned on being there, but regrettably, just found out I won't be able to travel there, so will miss this and the other AWP doings). The SUPERFLUX launch will be a very fun time with many fab poets reading, and some fine music, a film, and just a whole lot of good cheer. Sending out big thanks to Hoa Nguyen for getting the launch together, and hugs and thanks to both Susan Briante and Hoa for all the hard work on the magazine. Terribly sorry to have to miss this one, and all the other good happenings at AWP--good luck to everyone there!
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from Foucault's Technologies of the Self * :
What are the principle features of _askesis_ ["not a disclosure of the secret self but a remembering"]? They include exercises in which the subject puts [her]self in a situation in which [she] can verify whether [she] can confront events and use the discourses with which [she] is armed. It is a question of testing the preparation. Is this truth assimilated enough to become ethics so that we can behave as we must when an event presents itself? ... we must now evoke a fourth technique in the examination of self, the interpretation of dreams. It was to have an important destiny in the nineteenth century [referring here to Freud], but it occupied a relatively marginal position in the ancient world. Philosophers had an ambivalent attitude toward the interpretation of dreams. Most Stoics are critical and skeptical about such interpretation. But there is still the popular and general practice of it. There were experts who were able to interpret dreams, including Pythagoras and some of the Stoics, and some experts who wrote books to teach people to interpret their own dreams. There were huge amounts of literature on how to do it, but the only surviving dream manual is _The Interpretation of Dreams_ by Artemidoris (second century A.D.). Dream interpretation was important because in antiquity the meaning of dream was an announcement of a future event. (35-36, 39)
* Michel Foucault, Technologies of the Self: a Seminar with Michel Foucault ed. Luther H. Martin, Huck Gutman, Patrick H. Hutton (Amherst: Univ. of Massachusetts Press, 1988).
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Monday, March 06, 2006
Some great student work going on in my course. You know, there seems to be something of a resistance to that in the more expert levels here online. Resistance pertaining to the teaching of creative writing--or, well, maybe it's just a more complex kind of questioning about where such university courses might go, and worse, what they might breed or unwittingly become coerced into... . Yeah. It's definitely a minefield if one is aware of the contradictory institutional (as well as the formiddable aesthetic) forces at work in such trajectory of issues about poetry. i'm very appreciative of that, very sensitive to it, in the best intelligent ways i can at this moment muster.
But beyond all that, i have to say there are wonderfully insightful and adroit students out there who really want to engage writing in a public way, which for them means via university enrollment, and they have a lot to say/do with ideas and words. I love that energy in people. So we all just get in there and figure a few things out together. I see that as a beneficial thing for the community of experimental writers. It makes me happy--and at this moment that state of being is at a premium.
Just sayin', y'all...
xo, o~o/
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
Waiting for God-ing
Estragon: Looks to me more like a bush. Vladmir: A shrub. Estragon: A bush.+ --Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
just for you, for us, the good of all the god-mongers* are alarming the god-mongers are altering the god-mongers are arming the god-mongers are authorizing
the god-mongers are banking the god-mongers are blaming the god-mongers are blurring the god-mongers are bombing
the god-mongers are calling the god-mongers are campaigning the god-mongers are combatting the god-mongers are coercing
the god-mongers are demonstrating the god-mongers are denying the god-mongers are disseminating the god-mongers are distributing
the god-mongers are electing the god-mongers are eluding the god-mongers are enrolling the god-mongers are establishing
the god-mongers are financing the god-mongers are firing the god-mongers are flaming the god-mongers are framing
the god-mongers are gaining the god-mongers are gendering the god-mongers are glad-handing the god-mongers are grabbing
the god-mongers are handling the god-mongers are hacking the god-mongers are heckling the god-mongers are hiding
the god-mongers are identifying the god-mongers are ignoring the god-mongers are imitating the god-mongers are interpellating
the god-mongers are jawing the god-mongers are jeering the god-mongers are joining the god-mongers are not joking
the god-mongers are keeping the god-mongers are kicking the god-mongers are knitting the god-mongers are knocking
the god-mongers are ladling the god-mongers are law-enforcing the god-mongers are law-making the god-mongers are lending
the god-mongers are mailing the god-mongers are mandating the god-mongers are marching the god-mongers are mobbing
the god-mongers are naming the god-mongers are nationalizing the god-mongers are nominating the god-mongers are nuking
the god-mongers are observing the god-mongers are occupying the god-mongers are operating the god-mongers are ovulating
the god-mongers are pandering the god-mongers are picketing the god-mongers are planning the god-mongers are phoning
the god-mongers are quashing the god-mongers are quadrupling the god-mongers are questioning the god-mongers are quoting
the god-mongers are raging the god-mongers are recruiting the god-mongers are rioting the god-mongers are ruling
the god mongers are scouting the god-mongers are selling the god-mongers are spamming the god-mongers are stealing
the god-mongers are taunting the god-mongers are testing the god-mongers are turning the god-mongers are training
the god-mongers are unbending the god-mongers are unblushing the god-mongers are unwilling the god-mongers are usurping
the god-mongers are validating the god-mongers are veneering the god-mongers are voting the god-mongers are vowing
the god-mongers are waging the god-mongers are waiting the god-mongers are watching the god-mongers are wire-tapping
the god-mongers are X-ing the god-mongers are X rating the god-mongers are XX rating the god-mongers are XXX rating
the god-mongers are yachting the god-mongers are yammering the god-mongers are yawing the god-mongers are yoking
the god-mongers are zapping the god-mongers are zeroing the god-mongers are zipping the god-mongers are zoning just for you, for us, the good of all
Notes:
+ "Shrub," and "bush" echo recent media nicknames for George W. Bush.
* By "god-monger" I mean only those whose organized religion takes as its goal aggressively obliterating ideas and practices with which they disagree, as well as the co-opting and imperializing of others. The term does not refer to individuals who are generous-minded and respectful of the co-existence of variety in kinds of spirituality and religion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~poem by chris murray o~o/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wrote the poem posted above over something that happened here yesterday at my apartment complex--which mostly houses folks who live near poverty level or are immigrants. Employees of the complex pinned posters to all our doors announcing that the owners of this complex have partnered up with "Crown Financial Ministries" to "implement a program" of "meetings for residents." The "mission" of this program of meetings?--"To Teach People God's Financial Principles."
So this is one of the outcomes of the Bush administration's move to put churches in charge of helping those in or near poverty. This Crown Financial company has a website that is not a dot COM, as might be expected, but a dot ORG (I guess because they are a religious organization as well as a company?).
Their website states, in part, that
"Scripture address every area of handling money. ...God gave us over 2,350 verses in the Bible dealing with money and property management? Crown Financial Ministries helps people learn these ... . Please prayerfully accept our invitation to partner with us."
and
"Crown Financial Ministries exists to equip people to learn, apply, and teach God’s financial principles so they may know Christ more intimately and be free to serve Him. ... Your faithful, monthly support as a Crown Outreach Partner provides necessary resources that result in lives being touched for Christ around the world. The financial freedom people gain through Crown frees millions of dollars to be used to help reach our world for Christ. As a Crown Outreach Partner, you will help challenge people to live with a strong commitment to God’s priorities. Most of all, because of your increased participation, you will personally experience a deep and lasting joy from helping thousands of people. People from your neighborhood, your city, your nation, and around the world."
I have to say, you know, that I have great respect for people's commitments to differing forms of spirituality and engagement, but I have strong reactions to coercive socialization processes and practices--also to rhetorical (ideological) devices of interpellation used with the goal of profiteering or taking advantage of the vulnerable... I've a loathing of manipulation in general. Usually the junk this complex tacks to our doors is just junk. But this time it seems insideous, beyond belief even in today's draconian western-cultural environment, insideous in its god-mongering. Especially the implication of imperializing the world made me want to vomit.
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sheesh... where've i been?--just now found the inventive, thoughtful, and provocative Antic View--good stuff, Y'all.
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What follows are 14 photos from my *DIs*PoZ*a*BL* Camera series. I had some fun with these...
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Twisted Balloons, Will Return Soon
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Inside the Double Green Sign
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Wind Chime with Concrete Bunny
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Inside Blue Cellophane Trash Bag
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Concrete Slab Intersection, Cigarette Butt, Paper Heart (day after Valentine's Day, 2006, outside a convenience store)
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Lost Larg Dog Last Week
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EVOL!: Valentine Window Decorations, Arlington TX, Feb 15, 2006
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Convenience Store: 3/$1.00, We Ac*ept Foot Stamps
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from the series, Concrete Crop Circles: "e"
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Fire Hydrant: A800QA TENN
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Maple Leaf Is To Maple Leaf As
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ROSE
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WATER
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Mirror Stage: Window-Mirror-Window-Mirror-Window-Mirror-Tiny Bird! Tiny Bird! Tiny Bird!
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Saturday, March 04, 2006
from Judith Butler's Undoing Gender (Routledge, 2004) :
... What I call my "own" gender appears perhaps at times as something that I author or, indeed, own. But the terms that make up one's own gender are, from the start, outside oneself, beyond oneself in a sociality that has no single author (and that radically contests the notion of authorship itself.
...
There are advantages to remaining less than intelligible, if intelligibility is understood as that which is produced as a consequence of recognition according to prevailing social norms. Indeed, if my options are loathsome, if I have no desire to be recognized within a certain set of norms, then it follows that my sense of survival depends upon escaping the clutch of those norms by which recognition is conferred. It may well be that my sense of social belonging is impaired by the distance I take, but surely that estrangement is preferable to gaining a sense of intelligibility by virtue of norms that will only do me in from another direction. Indeed, the capacity to develop a critical relation to these norms presupposes a distance from them, an ability to suspend or defer the need for them, even as there is a desire for norms that might let one live. ... That my agency is riven with paradox does not mean it [agency] is impossible. It means only that paradox is the condition of its possibility. As a result, the "I" that I am finds itself at once constituted by norms and dependent on them but also endeavors to live in ways that maintain a critical and *transformative* relation to them. This is not easy, because the "I" becomes, to a certain extent unknowable, threatened with unviability, with becoming undone altogether, when it no longer incorporates the norm in such a way that makes this "I" recognizable.
(1, 3)
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a fine overflow of Brazillian surrealist work being translated right now (right this minute!) by Chris Daniels at NFTSeries. Bravo! Folks, if you love poetry full of duende and the real forces of life, do hurry over there and read, read, read--read with your heart pounding out its rising tower of minutes, blood & roses, bread & freedom to think & be ...
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adding the excellent Marie Mutsuki Mockett's blog here--Hi Marie!--(hey y'all should see her fascinating post about *nairu* art, and the marvelous photos of Japan.) I'm going to look around Dallas area to see if there are any nairu artists here... if there are, i'm taking my *dis*posable*camera with me--more on that soon.
Also adding Japundit, where Marie is a contributor--wow, Japundit is a fine site--go have a look/listen there, too, folks ...
& I saw recently that novelist and lawyer Jim Ryals is blogging at Quiet Desperation--Hi Jim! so am adding that to the links list, too.
Welcome to Texfiles, Marie, Japundits, and Jim.
& come to think of it... about that trail of links on my sidebar.... noting, too, that somehow this links-list at texfiles is starting to feel a little like that trailing crocheted afghan in Laura Esquival's _Como Agua Para Chocolate_...
& in noting that, I'm saying, yeah: I like it that way--anti hierarchical, a little anarchy is always good for the "imaginative immensity" of things and soul (per Bachelard's conceptualization of such), especially when living in draconian times run by powerful liars like bushbag & cronies...
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Thursday, March 02, 2006
a cover of Litterature (c. 1922-1924)
Continuing a curiosity fundamental to my thought about poetry, after research in the last two months over surrealism -- pertaining to my review for American Book Review of George Kalamaras' very fine Even the Java Sparrows Call Your Hair (Quale, 2005), where I'd been gladly able once again in life to review surrealism's foundations and cultural-crosscultural contexts--el maravilloso as central and as mimicked and/or appropriated, (see this LiP article for a sense of the) exigence, all close ideational-friends of my thinking ever since high school... which means quite a while ago! And now I'm looking into new ways to think and write about some of the interrelations between the primary texts, the criticism, the reception, and what we see today in contemporary US poetics. That is my project. Then there is surrealismo's subsequent *dissemination* or criss-crossing nominal paths, such as what today we call "neosurrealism." I might make a book out of it--indeed, if anyone out there has leads or commentary that way, please let me know...
So, following here on Tex is something from a rare book I found in the UTA library, a book that is falling apart--spine is crumbling, but it still holds... when I return it I will suggest they send it to the book doctor (there is such a thing, yes) but I'm so glad to see that so many students have apparently availed themselves of this book's exigence?--hah, i thought on finding it buried in the stacks, well I hope many minds's fingers have thumbed through this wonderful little book, which is also full of photographs (on beautifully thick, glossy pages), mostly snapshots of picnics and group photos I'd not seen before, and Duchamps et al artwork, and all the kinds of clowning around that Breton and folk loved to do, and which upset a wide range of authorities, all of which seem now so innocently full of good critical-responsive fun -- well, yes, and I do so-love a well-used book, Y'all :)
Writing shortly after his friend's death, here is a resonant excerpt from critic Andre Parinaud's poignant Hommage a Andre Breton * :
Today when he is no more -- his blue gaze, his voice, his presence no longer invested with the power to provoke even the slightest wave of immediate action -- I know very well that it is his immeasurablility which has escaped the measure of all, the measure of the specialists in order.
And I know that his _raison d'etre_ has gone beyond the reasoning powers of the more powerful, the more powerful but by no means the better. Who was Andre Breton? What role did he play in this western world... ?
. . .
It seems to me that the best way to render homage to this man who has left me so many beautiful things to remember, is to give him a kind of meditation ... in the company of his old friend, Duchamp to take up again our conversations and our dialogs with the man who was perhaps his spiritual brother, notwithstanding their almost total difference in ways of life, in actions, in the formation of human relationships, in the very use of the word. Breton explained everything, even when there was nothing to explain. Duchamp contents himself with suggesting and uses silence as one of the elements of his dialectic.
He listens... perhaps better to recall his memories, "The essential thing about Breton ..." -- [Duchamp] tells -- "I have never known a man who had a greater capacity for love, a greater power for loving the greatness of life, and you don't understand anything about his hates if you don't realize that he acted in this way to protect the very quality of his love for life. Breton loved like a heart beats. He was the lover of love in a world that believes in prostitution. This was his sign."
(19, 20, 24)
* Andre Parinaud in collaboration with Arturo Schwartz, Homage to Andre Breton (Milano: 17 gennaio, Centro Francese di Studi, 1967).
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from
kari edwards' new book, obedience (Factory School, 2005) :
this is duration
this is an indefinite continuation
this is a continuation of the indefinite
this is a claim number's damp residue sealed dream
this it tomorrow's tomorrow - wandering in a murmur of midnight
this is duration spark
and this is duration on the edge of intimacy
this could be the sound of a child's cry
the body that becomes ecstasy
a looming close to liquid barely green transparent high pitched with impact spots for the solid
not poised but given not a room but softly not irrelevant but guardian of eloquence not contrast singing with insistence but peering wakefulness looking at something my insomnia names tomorrow
ieffectiveness across another limited construction turned to another discarded clause
immortal from shale to coal photo to another limited abandon
an unnamed constant perhaps an ordinary day for the dead closer to cruel than cruel in the hands of pretend ordinary cracks in the crust fissures in the organ of the air we breathe
from root to pathos wishing ricochet touch without alphabetic beginnings
like most boring sketches thickened with strangers and yesterday impatience for another other I send a note saying will send money saying there is one event in every circumstance saying a weeping mausoleum one afternoon of ingratitude indignity behind glass crying -- you are my cascade from the subterranean aqueduct among the plow blades
oh, rubble oh, rubble glistening in a puddle of shards across the surface dioxide single servings habits
up against this backdrop against the glimmering brain here and there one defined uncertain a vishnu outcropping a bright angel in an untethered war
what time is it you say it's assemblage inflexibility time what time is it you say split between fingertips and what bleeds now what time is it you say
what's how
what's in disarray? ...
(35-37)
* kari edwards, obedience (Factory School, Heretical Texts Series, edited by Bill Marsh, 2005)
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