So here I go thinking again. What is violence in language and how, as a writer do you articulate uncomfort throurh language without isolating? And, probably more to the point, why, as a writer, should you even care about this violation?
Joseph Cooper gave me some deep thoughts at this past weekends in.tim.ate series. (Yeah Jamba for hosting and being such a driving force!)
Ok, back to the ideas - violence + sex + language + memory = sexually violating memory games - all part of poetry, right?
"your tongue doing things you didn't think it could"
can one use language to experience physicality? I think this is something I have played with for some time- the smut poems I write or the pseudo-romantic luv poems attempt at re-creating fabricated memory moments that interact with the reader evoking a sense of touch, taste, smell...well, maybe i have not yet gotten the smell part down, but the taste/touch i think possibly. Actually, to digress - who has achieved smell in their writing?? anyone? anyone? bueller?
point of interest in the lecture: hair is dead/ we all have deadness - we run our fingers through our lover's deadness (i.e. their lushous locks of dead string - gross).
memory as dismembered body - i gave my left forearm to the other body
"fuck love mustard and swap self infliction" - Touch Me by Joe Cooper
"I've agreed to run my tongue along your scar" - Cunt Ups by Dodie Bellamy
I think this last quote might just end up being the impetus for a new piece of writing - i have to say it is just yummy.
Joe did a splendid job of provoking the audience and compelling interaction with the content - makes me wonder if you can inherit a stutter or if this impediment in language causes a default of more precision when articulating. Like the disruption actually creates a space for creation and in that a breadth of betterment...
- this has been a series of deep thougths by celestual.