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Friday, March 10, 2006

 

from Joy Harjo * :

I think of Wind and her wild ways the year we had nothing to lose and lost it anyway in the cursed country of the fox. We still talk about that winter, how the cold froze imaginary buffalo on the stuffed horizon of snowbanks. The haunting voices of the starved and mutilated broke fences, crashed our thermostat dreams, and we couldn't stand it one more time. So once again we lost a winter in stubborn memory, walked through cheap apartment walls, skated through fields of ghosts into a town that never wanted us, in the epic search for grace.

Like Coyote, like Rabbit we could not contain our terror and clowned our way through a season of false midnights. We had to swallow that town with laughter, so it would go down easy as honey. And one morning as the sun struggled to break ice, and out dreams had found us with coffee and pancakes in a truckstop along Highway 80; we found grace.

I could say grace was a woman with time on her hands, or a white buffalo escaped from memory. But in that dingy light it was a promis of balance. We once understood the talk of animals, and spring was lean and hungry with the hope of children and corn.

I would like to say, with grace, we picked ourselves up and walked into the spring thaw. We didn't; the next season was worse. You went home to Leech Lake to work with the tribe and I went south. And Wind, I am still crazy. I know there is something larger than the memory of a dispossed people. We have seen it.

(129)


* in New American Poets, ed. Jack Myers (Godine, 1991).



chris at 4:07 PM |

Thursday, March 09, 2006

 

from Jimmy Santiago Baca + :


I Am Here


I stopped my car on Gibson Avenue,
alongside the T-Bird lounge, and asked
two policemen clubbing a drunk to stop.
          I was booked
          for obstruction of justice.
In the back seat with the drunk,
his grimy polyester coat
padded with wads of want-ads,
smelling of dog spittle and trash bins,
his eyelids cracked open
from their concrete numbness,
and his trembling hand reached
for an invisible Styrofoam cup
of black coffee on the floor mat.
He gummed thirsty lips
for a small postponement, just a sip,
he dreamed, as we passed liquor stores.

Behind bars, I stand
peering down into tiers.
Porters mill
leaning on mops and brooms.
Chicano in another cell
wears sunglasses
like ancestors wore their war paint.
Christ crucified across chest,
dragon on left arm
twirls through a trellis haze
of vines and roses.
Believer of blood duels,
faith that earth will crack someday
and Aztec warriors rise
to judge the heartless.
He whistles through branches of bars,
hand signing a friend
to brown powder to fertilize
vines of his veins
and make the rose bloom.

Tier guard
stands in front of my cell,
American flag
patched to shoulder above v-rank,
walkie-talkie dangling
from wide black leather belt,
brass buttons and silver badge
painstakingling
polished to impress authority.
"Charges been dropped! You're out! Come on!"
I follow the guard
to the end of the tier,
to a button-paneled cage
where a guard sprawls
like a fat wolf
reading a comic.

From a dark cell
as if from the hull of a slave ship,
I emerge into blinding noon deck-streets,
where sun hacksaws tin sheets of glistening air.

An unblinking anger
fills me. I stare
at strange pedestrians
returning from lunch to the office,
and a cut-checked anger burns my face,
anger that mumbles the world's end
          over my bones.

I spent the rest of the afternoon
walking familiar streets.
    I withdraw and walk in a place
inside myself, trudging across fierce red sands
of my heart,
      and through the arroyos, sliding down,
turning over small rocks, patiently, searching
for something to describe me . . .
              I am here --
        brown body, blood, bones,
for something to describe me . . .
                I am here --
          brown body, blood, bones,
living at Black Mesa outside of Burque.
                      To them I am found,
tagged with a number
photographed cataloged
". . . fearless . . . violent prone . . ."
"Mau Mau warrior," one snickered
an aside
Outlawed           in Their eyes.
to swing           Their picks,
to be jailed           in Their jails.
          I am here, scared, loving helpful, brave,
          graying hair, meditative brown eyes, kind
          smile, angry eyes burning for equality.

                    I am here.

(11-13)


* * *


Main Character


I went to see
How the West Was Won
at the Sunshine Theater.
Five years old,
deep in a plush seat,
light turned off,
big screen lit up
with MGM roaring lion--
        in front of me
        a drunk Indian rose,
        cursed
        the western violins
        and hurled his uncapped bagged bottle
        at the rocket roaring to the moon.
His dark angry body
convulsed with his obscene gestures
at the screen,
and then the ushers escorted him
up the aisle,
and as he staggered past me,
I heard his grieving sobs.
        Red wine streaked
        blue sky and take-off smoke,
        sizzled cowboys' campfires,
        dripped down barbwire,
        slogged the brave, daring scouts
        who galloped off to mesa buttes
        to speak peace with Apaches,
        and made the prairie
        lush with wine streams.
When the movie
was over,
I squinted at the bright
sunny street outside,
looking for the main character.

(13-14)




+ Jimmy Santiago Baca selection in New American Poets of the Nineties ed. Jack Myers (Boston: David R Godine Publisher, 1991).



chris at 8:18 PM |

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

 



Maya Lin, Vietnam War Veterans' Memorial, Washington DC, 1982



chris at 11:26 PM |

 

SUPERFLUX !!

Here's wishing everyone at the Austin launch tonight a wonderful time.
My best to you all.

xo,
chris



chris at 6:01 PM |

 



Remedios Varo, "Creation of the Birds" (1958)



chris at 12:01 PM |

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

 

Sign : Thing, 1



chris at 2:52 PM |

 

Sign : Thing, 2



chris at 2:44 PM |

 

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!



chris at 12:12 PM |

 

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).



chris at 11:31 AM |

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/



chris at 11:36 PM |

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.



chris at 7:25 PM |

 

sheesh... where've i been?--just now found
the inventive, thoughtful, and provocative Antic View
--good stuff, Y'all.



chris at 6:52 PM |

 

What follows are 14 photos from my *DIs*PoZ*a*BL* Camera series. I had some fun with these...



chris at 3:30 PM |

 

Twisted Balloons, Will Return Soon


chris at 2:42 PM |

 

Inside the Double Green Sign


chris at 2:39 PM |

 

Wind Chime with Concrete Bunny


chris at 2:34 PM |

 

Inside Blue Cellophane Trash Bag


chris at 2:29 PM |

 

Concrete Slab Intersection, Cigarette Butt, Paper Heart (day after Valentine's Day, 2006, outside a convenience store)


chris at 2:26 PM |

 

Lost Larg Dog Last Week


chris at 2:23 PM |

 

EVOL!: Valentine Window Decorations, Arlington TX, Feb 15, 2006


chris at 2:18 PM |

 

Convenience Store: 3/$1.00, We Ac*ept Foot Stamps


chris at 2:14 PM |

 

from the series, Concrete Crop Circles: "e"


 

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