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Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
english 102
so i just finished my first week as a college professor (so to speak) teaching 2 sections of english 102, concentration in research. my 10 am class is partitioned with participators, apathetics, insecure, stoners, and other fond categories of students. it's so bizarre stepping in front of a class and feeling as if your entire body is unzipping readily, detaching at every limb, leaving you nearly paralyzed to disclose any relevant information to people who truly care very little to listen to anything you have to contribute to their educational evolution.
after burning through all the propaganda and necessary dribble that have to drool out to their unpleasantly unreceptive ears we are going to dive into some rather interesting essays. my course is focusing on identity and the many angles of interpretation of personal, cultural, etc. identity issues. if you guys have never heard of the magazine, "Body and Society", i recommend it very much. it is a magazine devoted to investigating psychological/sociological issues in regards to the body, development, standards of perspective, etc.
anyway, what a weak, bouts of nervousness, ass explosion, excessive drinking (perhaps correlative to the prior), and overall insecurity and humiliation, my last class today was a success, people participating, getting involved, feeling perhaps interested in what was going on. on the up and up...
after burning through all the propaganda and necessary dribble that have to drool out to their unpleasantly unreceptive ears we are going to dive into some rather interesting essays. my course is focusing on identity and the many angles of interpretation of personal, cultural, etc. identity issues. if you guys have never heard of the magazine, "Body and Society", i recommend it very much. it is a magazine devoted to investigating psychological/sociological issues in regards to the body, development, standards of perspective, etc.
anyway, what a weak, bouts of nervousness, ass explosion, excessive drinking (perhaps correlative to the prior), and overall insecurity and humiliation, my last class today was a success, people participating, getting involved, feeling perhaps interested in what was going on. on the up and up...
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
just a hello...
The cool oak
beneath
her thighs
Slow motion pushes her head down
for the first time. I want to live
according to the swell of my lower
body. I cannot sleep in the
photocopied pages of my notebook.
She introduced him to the rate of
forgetting. Gray World War II planes
remote controlled by wire. The air we
breathe is capable of engendering
involuntary imagination. Partly color
blind. I play a sentimental role with
wet naps. We had captured dozens of
potato bugs prodding them to open.
You have to take on the role of the
aggressor, she said, showing her left
profile. Dry humping is a sort of
ceremony, much like shoe polishing.
A statue of Juliet in Verona grows
tarnished around a perfect pair of
polished apple breasts.
beneath
her thighs
Slow motion pushes her head down
for the first time. I want to live
according to the swell of my lower
body. I cannot sleep in the
photocopied pages of my notebook.
She introduced him to the rate of
forgetting. Gray World War II planes
remote controlled by wire. The air we
breathe is capable of engendering
involuntary imagination. Partly color
blind. I play a sentimental role with
wet naps. We had captured dozens of
potato bugs prodding them to open.
You have to take on the role of the
aggressor, she said, showing her left
profile. Dry humping is a sort of
ceremony, much like shoe polishing.
A statue of Juliet in Verona grows
tarnished around a perfect pair of
polished apple breasts.
DUSIE #5
Dusie #5, edited by Susana Gardner, is online! Check out poems by yours truly, Logan Ryan Smith and Joseph Cooper as well as many other exciting writers, and yes we are exciting!
dusie
Oh, and while yr there be sure to pre-order Logan's BookBook "The Singers," and after that mosey (sp?) on over to BlazeVox to purchase Joe's new, "Autobiography of a Stutterer."
Oh, and while yr there be sure to pre-order Logan's BookBook "The Singers," and after that mosey (sp?) on over to BlazeVox to purchase Joe's new, "Autobiography of a Stutterer."
Sunday, January 21, 2007
The Pixies in Our Ears Sing of Heaven
Necks arched skyward as if straining
to better understand the language
of disconnected lines
a representation of the space between
the audibility and perception of god
and how quickly we dodge opportunities
to communicate under less than ordinary circumstances
Necks bent downward as if training
to greater withstand the damage
of poly-connected crimes
a plantation of the space between
the in-credible reception of sod
and how swiftly we plot ingenuities
to prostitute, under less than ordinary circumstances
Necks extended from treacherous blaming
to better prosecute the perpetrator
of insatiable apathy
a disentigration of place and
spiritual cramps against incestuous odds
and how idly we concoct disease
to quantify what everyday's chance is
necks spaced forward in movement
stunted misfortune of the ring on-looking
for memory to locate the spacial place
representative provocative transience of something
wanting the neck to be of a thing some
part tender or warm a token
to put in one's pocket
(7 more lines anybody? Let the animals speak...)
Saturday, January 20, 2007
A Word to the Wise
All pictures displayed on this blog were taken by the notorious and beautiful Tim Armentrout, who lives in the amazing ancient timber hills of Appalachia. Tim, the rest of us o'r here at the barnyard are quite in debt to your glorious pictures (adjectives in these sentences were stolen from/form the emails of Joseph Cooper).
thanks again tim,
honk.oink.gobble.moo.
ps. Post the hersey photo...plleeeeeaaaaassssee....i'm dreadfully tired of posting!
thanks again tim,
honk.oink.gobble.moo.
ps. Post the hersey photo...plleeeeeaaaaassssee....i'm dreadfully tired of posting!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Like BoomBoom Sakkis, I'm Pretending it's Week Two of the SWP.
Norma Cole's Workshop July 11-14
Constellations...Rhizomes...interpret the picture/group mind....randomness/orbits/memory...fluid...identity...
history/spirals...non-mono-lithic models...non-male-histories...think Kristeva think...we look at a picture
of a chair in the center of a street in the center of a Croation suburb...we make our constellations...
we share our constellations...our constellations are all related...this is what our 'ship' er 'shop' becomes a map for...
topology of interests/experience/identity/collaboration...
Goons...Bertolino....Olson...Spicer...Stein....MUllen...Jarnot...Jarry...
Mallarme...Hejinian...Burroughs...Breton...Brown...Coolidge...Celan...
Cage...Berrigan...Agamben...Preziosi...Sakkis...Kapil...Freire...Berlin...
Naka Pierce...Parlatore...K. Bhabha...Mohanty....Nourbese-Philip...Park...
Kristeva...Kanhai....Derrida...Butler....Iragaray...
Spivak...(LR)Smith...Benjamin....Arendt...S.Howe...Chagall...
Foucault...Deleueze...Corso...Guattari...Ginsberg...Waldman
...Hollo...Bye...Collom...
Investigations through the week include Duchamp and in particular S. Howe's Singularities...artist in exile as a footnote...
...orbits/constellations...how to re-, recontextualize, rehistorisize, reconstruct, recompose...reinvestigate...i find gaps i want to exist inside of...a consistency of meaning is a fleeting instance of ambiguities betwen existences being overcome through desire?....but of negative capability...ethical relation...of what? For me?
notes...
The Shadow of the enterprise precedes the enterprise/ A photograph after the downpour/ knit a musical sound/ insects in motion/ in time the metaphor becomes the thing/ let us consistently defy the conventionally crazy/ people just aren't erudite like Duncan anymore...
Elizabeth Robinson Lecture on Poethics July 11, 2005
Chaos...formal disruption...bewilderment...ethics not as closed system...go beyond contexts to unknowns...rupture...flux...the experimental is always plural...repeat the experimental is always plural: the experimental is always plural: echo Cole: Cole echo: the experimental is always plural...cage, berrigan, stein...social poetics etc...
ERob invokes Hejinian...poet to improve the world... Kapil's Vertical Interrogation is brought up...Vertical...redefines responsible social action...dislodges reader from systems...this is important....
pressure against the imagination...new areas where action BECOMES...the possible....repeat:rupture...
Vertical: voice is never specified....inquiry based (investigative?)...not conclusionary:this is important...not traditional male verse forms...resists static perception...a differnt kind of motion...momentum:momentum:momentum....the body can never be whole...blood as mode of travel...diaspora performed not defined....>TRAVEL<>TRAVEL<>TRAVEL<
see, Joan Retallack, Emannuel Levinas, and Pierre Joris.
Jena Osman Lectures on Is Poetry the News? July 14
What is the poetical and poethical use of found poetry?
Alfredo Jaar and Cecilia Vicuna presented as two artists not in opposition, but specifically dissimilar in ways...Cecilia using dissappearance...ephemerality...anti-massive structures in streetwork constellations...her famous precarios...and other projects primarily concerned with red yarn and all its metaphoric intonations...Jaar in a different mode still using ephemerality but on massive scale...co-opting mass media events, spectacles in order to bring out the culture of the spectacles anesthesizing effect...
How do each of us (poets/artists) deal with the poethical question of found art in Osman's Categorical designations? My thoughts are towards Parasite Host Relationships vs. A Burroughsian Third mind vs. A Cageian or Berrigan centered collaboration through homage vs. group association collaboration(Surrealism, Oulipo, Dada, etc) ...are any of these unethical to me? Also back to the Cole constellation ....what is appropriation? Where are the borderlines between ethical bodies...Robinson--find the place beyond to make things possible...Re- historisize, re compose, re contextualize etc.
"What is the dialectic between making it and letting it be." Jackson Maclow
see, Walter Benjamin, Lisa Robinson, Reread Brain of the Earths Body, Preziosi.
"Locate a new moral center. Poets getting into trouble is a good thing." Jena Osman
Charles Bernstein Lectures on Objectivist Blues July 15
Notes: poetry as series of terraces...over a valley of language...the world, an event of language...chance and the poetics of bewilderment....to not know where you are going!....multi-form and chaotic...ingenuity rather than solutions....get used to the going...particulars and their constellations....morality vs. aesthetics...everything is process...not to teach you how to think, rather, to show a different thinking...radical modernism reinvents aesthetics for a new context...innovation and the necessity of the new...the new is not related to improvement...but a grappling with the contemporary...the present...see Stein, Gladman, Osman, Retallack, Robinson...innovation as a marker of the human condition...failure as well...the innovators dilemma...a desire for refined works based on the best readers (whomever they are)...or disrupt what it is the best readers read!...it is admirable to fail at innovation or succeed at nothing...invention is not linear...not just Pound's "make it new" but make it live, see:moment:momentum re:momentum...read globally, write locally...heh!
Echo Cole:echo Osman:echo Robinson:echo Bernstein.
Repeat.
the thinking text...the noetic position of travel....innovation and text as present making and vice versa...re:
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Joseph Cooper's Autobiography of a Stutterer, Available Now From BlazeVox Books
The Autobiography of a Stutterer
Synopsis:
Autobiography of a Stutterer is a culmination of the past fifteen years of my life as a stutterer. The purpose of this text is to give readers the opportunity to experience a speech impediment first hand. By following the legend and mimicking the symptoms of a fluency disorder, difficulties in communication and comprehension will begin to surface. Although non-stutterers reading this text will naturally elude the psychological fears and inhibitions experienced by stutterers, they have the chance to discover the mechanics of a fluency disorder and its frustrating interruptions. The text is to be read aloud, preferably in front of others.
-Joseph S. Cooper
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Praise for Autobiography of a Stutterer
In Autobiography of a Stutterer, Joseph S. Cooper has realized a beautifully timed sequence of works running through the double gates of lips and teeth, and faith and love. He arrives at the fabulous tongue, personal runway of language, and from there the words take off and return in a series of spasmodic flights that together comprise a breakthrough book. Like a new family member, please welcome it and enjoy its unpredictably bright and wide-eyed movements.
-Reed Bye
Joseph S. Cooper’s, Autobiography of a Stutterer positions the reader (performer) in the liminal spaces between articulation and interruption, fluency and stuttering, the spaces between monologue and dialogue, language and body, in order to develop a narrative wholly engaging, critically poised, and deconstructive. It is no small accomplishment that this autobiography carries within it a specific subjectivity (the author’s) at the same time it stages the desubjectification of its readers/performers. This text allows you to lose yourself within it, as one ethical body encountering another. In fact it holds the potential to reveal how being a more ethically responsible human might be to do just that.
-Jared Hayes
Joseph S. Cooper writes where the body does not exactly say yes but where it wants something else. By this I mean the bodies he is making are profoundly wild: propelled by phonetic imperatives and breaks in the deep structure that could be described as aberrant, but which I prefer to think of as delicious. What is a mouth and where is it going? I read his work as a future for the tongue, whether that's English, pre-English or the English that's dismayed and privately ashamed (in a good way) to find itself in such proximity to the teeth. I suggest wearing a gum-shield. I suggest serving Jell-O to your guests. Joseph S. Cooper is a genius and, to find out how the party really got going, I suggest you open this amazing, completely frightening book.
-Bhanu Kapil
A quote for Joe and, um, everyone
"...Michel Foucault refers to this very definition when, at the end of the first volume of The History of Sexuality, he summarizes the process by which, at the threshold of the modern era, natural life begins to be included in the mechanisms and calculations of State power, and politics turns into biopolitics. 'For millenia,' he writes, 'man remained what he was for Aristotle: a living animal with the additional capacity for political existence; modern man is an animal whose politics calls his existence as a living being into question' (La Vonte, p 188).
According to Foucault, a society's 'threshold of biological modernity' is situated at the point at which the species and the individual as a simple living body become what is at stake in a society's political strategies. After 1977, the courses at the College de France start to focus on the passages from the 'territorial State' to the 'State of population' and on the resulting increase in importance of the nation's health and biological life as a problem of sovereign power, which is then gradually transformed into a 'government of men' (Dits et ecrits, 3: 719). 'What follows is a kind of bestialization of man achieved through the most sophisticated political techniques. For the first time in history, the possibilities for the social sciences are made known, and at once it becomes possible both to protect life and to authorize a holocaust.' In particular, the development and triumph of capitalism would not have been possible, from this perspective, without the disciplinary control achieved by the new bio-power, which, through a series of appropriate technologies, so to speak created the 'docile bodies' that it needed.
...Foucault's death kept him from showing how he would have developed the concept and study of biopolitics. In any case, however, the entry of zoe into the sphere of the polis--the politicization of bare life as such--constitutes the decisive event of modernity and signals a radical transformation of the political-philosophical categories of classical thought. It is even likely that if politics today seem to be passing through a lasting eclipse, this is because politics has failed to reckon with this foundational event of modernity. The 'enigmas' (Furet, L'Allemagne nazi, p. 7) that our century has proposed to historical reason and that remain with us (Nazism is only the most disquieting among them) will be solved only on the terrain--biopolitics--on which they were formed. Only within a biopolitical horizon will it be possible to decide whether the categories whose opposition founded modern politics (right/left, private/public, absolutism/democracy, etc.)--and which have steadily dissolving, to the point of entering today into a real zone of indistinction--will have to be abandoned or will, instead, eventually regain the meaning they lost in that very horizon. And only a reflection that, taking up Foucault's and Benjamin's suggestion, thematically interrogates the link between bare life and politics, a link that secretly governs the modern ideologies seemingly most distant from one another, will be able to bring the political out of its concealment and, at the same time, return thought to its practical calling..."
--From the Introduction to Giorgio Agamben's, Homo Sacer, Sovereign Power and Bare LIfe
According to Foucault, a society's 'threshold of biological modernity' is situated at the point at which the species and the individual as a simple living body become what is at stake in a society's political strategies. After 1977, the courses at the College de France start to focus on the passages from the 'territorial State' to the 'State of population' and on the resulting increase in importance of the nation's health and biological life as a problem of sovereign power, which is then gradually transformed into a 'government of men' (Dits et ecrits, 3: 719). 'What follows is a kind of bestialization of man achieved through the most sophisticated political techniques. For the first time in history, the possibilities for the social sciences are made known, and at once it becomes possible both to protect life and to authorize a holocaust.' In particular, the development and triumph of capitalism would not have been possible, from this perspective, without the disciplinary control achieved by the new bio-power, which, through a series of appropriate technologies, so to speak created the 'docile bodies' that it needed.
...Foucault's death kept him from showing how he would have developed the concept and study of biopolitics. In any case, however, the entry of zoe into the sphere of the polis--the politicization of bare life as such--constitutes the decisive event of modernity and signals a radical transformation of the political-philosophical categories of classical thought. It is even likely that if politics today seem to be passing through a lasting eclipse, this is because politics has failed to reckon with this foundational event of modernity. The 'enigmas' (Furet, L'Allemagne nazi, p. 7) that our century has proposed to historical reason and that remain with us (Nazism is only the most disquieting among them) will be solved only on the terrain--biopolitics--on which they were formed. Only within a biopolitical horizon will it be possible to decide whether the categories whose opposition founded modern politics (right/left, private/public, absolutism/democracy, etc.)--and which have steadily dissolving, to the point of entering today into a real zone of indistinction--will have to be abandoned or will, instead, eventually regain the meaning they lost in that very horizon. And only a reflection that, taking up Foucault's and Benjamin's suggestion, thematically interrogates the link between bare life and politics, a link that secretly governs the modern ideologies seemingly most distant from one another, will be able to bring the political out of its concealment and, at the same time, return thought to its practical calling..."
--From the Introduction to Giorgio Agamben's, Homo Sacer, Sovereign Power and Bare LIfe
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
the poetry meme...
THE FIRST POEM I REMEMBER READING WAS...
Surname Viet Given Name Nam (?) Trinh T. Minh Ha
Frankenstein (?) Mary Shelley.
Job (f. the bible)(?) GOD.
Titus (?) Shakey Shakes.
The Kingfishers(?) Olson.
The Light in the Crevice (?) Hounani K. Trask.
Looking for Livingston (?) Marlene Nourbese Philip
The Raven (?) Poe.
Naked Lunch (?) Burroughs.
Howl (?) Ginsberg.
Mamma Roma (?) Pier Paolo Pasolini.
A baseball game
a sermon
My Life (?) Hejinian.
Ring of Fire (?) Jarnot.
Tender Buttons (?) Stein.
Language (?) Spicer.
(I really don't know...i mean they all are "first poems" to me for different if not at times similar reasons... and my memory seems to transfigure itself as i try to think
of what i have thought
at times what a poem might be...)
I WAS FORCED TO MEMORIZE NUMEROUS POEMS IN SCHOOL AND...
...Um...Just two as I remember...Mercutio's queen Maab speech in Romeo and Juliet...but my teacher had us theme out the scene for fun...so i played mercutio as a hippie wastoid....my teacher responded to my almost perfectly recited speech/poem as hipster with an affectionate, "jared, i trust you're not really stoned..."
...the only other time I was required to memorize a poem was for Reed Bye at Naropa...but in his contemplative poetics class i knew i could have a little fun with it...so taking a cue from a Rimbaud poem Andy Peterson had given me, I translated the lines of the poem i was supposed to be memorizing...i think it was Perce Shelley (SP?) or a Niedecker poem....into only its vowels...then following rimbaud, translated the vowels into colors...then i memorized the sequence and recited that back to the class...in the end, getting out of memorizing the poem might have proved more difficult. One line read, red, red, blue, white, white, red, green, red, red, red...
MY FIRST PUBLICATION...
Was either a non-fiction community college newspaper article on composition instructor and editor of 3rd bed, Vincent Standley...at the time i had no idea of the journals place in the american lineage of avante...although i bought it because he was my professor and i was interested...and i felt an energy in it hard to find in community college comp texts...The piece i wrote was just a sort of spotlight..."Hey look at this great teacher" kinda thing...
The other "first" publication was a poem titled "War Room." It was published in Western Washington University's Womens Center Journal, Labyrinth. It was an anti-war pantoum.
I READ POETRY BECAUSE...Is there anything elso to read...but i don't mean this as a contempt for other literatures, rather it is an attempt to try and see every Thing (object, sound, feeling, sight, taste, etc.) as poetry..or as an extension of humanity's transmissions into the world...our world is made of poetry...the question becomes (for me)... when are we not seeing poetry?
...And this is not to make a universal statement but to call into question the idea that poetry is some specific thing and suggest that poetry is much more abundant in our culture than we sometimes think or is presented by institutions who hold particular interest in keeping static the imagination of the beings in their vicinity...
FAVORITE POEM QUESTION...
The Man Without Content (?) Agamben.
Autobiography of a Stutterer (?) Cooper.
Museum of Thrown Objects (?) Peterson.
Periplum Maps our Star/ Less Shores (?) Rogers.
The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers (?) Kapil.
Look at Me Now and Here I Am (?) Stein.
Proprioception (?) Olson.
Brain of the Earths Body (?) Preziosi.
Arcades Project (?) Benjamin.
Collected Celan (?)
Parade Rain (?) Koshkin.
This is Affront You Pig (?) Logan Ryan Smith.
Neoliberal Rocket Badge(?) Boykoff
For Love (?) The Creels.
Mouf (?) Sakkis.
Ring of Fire (?) Jarnot.
That They Were at the Beach (?) Scalapino.
Discipline and Punish (?) Foucault.
Eunoia (?) Bok.
Notes on the Possibilities and Extractions of Existence (?) Hollo.
Level Ground (?) Armentrout.
Kill or Cure (?) Waldman.
A (?) Zuk
Tri/Via (?) Corpuz and Naka Pierce
Kaddish (?) Ginsberg.
Stanzas in Meditation (?) Stein.
S*PERM**K*T (?) Mullen.
Precinct Kali and The Gertrude Spicer Story (?) Bertolino.
So We Have Been Given Time Or (?) Nakayasu.
Oxota (?) Hejinian.
Further Sightings and Conversations (?) Rothenberg.
Cunt-ups (?) Bellamy.
Une Semaine De Bonte (?) Ernst.
Four Buildings on Mardou Street (?) Killroy.
Happy Birthday of Death (?) Corso.
Collected Spicer
Collected Berrigan
Naked Lunch (?) Burroughs.
Howl (?) Ginsberg.
Lunch Poems (?) OHara.
Spring and All (?) WCW.
M (?) Cage
Finnegans Wake (?) Joyce.
Scout (?) Cole.
Vicuna (?)
Howe (?)
Harry Smith (?)
My experience with reading poetry differs from my experience with reading other types of literature...
what if in fact it is not the writing which determines a genre or categorical designation but the reading...in this sense i am a reader of poetry regardless of what formal architecture is brought to my senses...um, or at least try to be....so i read both the formal category of poetry the same way i try and read other types of literature...
I Find Poetry...
...constantly...
The Last TIme I Heard Poetry...
Jules Boykoff's Reading!!! I saw someone read there own poems in a way that revealed how no one else could have written them, and they were, genuinely political, collaborative, and social.
I THINK POETRY IS...
We Think
Poetry Is.
I tag, Andrew Peterson, Jennifer Rogers, Joseph Cooper, Elizabeth Guthrie, and Michael Koshkin.
Surname Viet Given Name Nam (?) Trinh T. Minh Ha
Frankenstein (?) Mary Shelley.
Job (f. the bible)(?) GOD.
Titus (?) Shakey Shakes.
The Kingfishers(?) Olson.
The Light in the Crevice (?) Hounani K. Trask.
Looking for Livingston (?) Marlene Nourbese Philip
The Raven (?) Poe.
Naked Lunch (?) Burroughs.
Howl (?) Ginsberg.
Mamma Roma (?) Pier Paolo Pasolini.
A baseball game
a sermon
My Life (?) Hejinian.
Ring of Fire (?) Jarnot.
Tender Buttons (?) Stein.
Language (?) Spicer.
(I really don't know...i mean they all are "first poems" to me for different if not at times similar reasons... and my memory seems to transfigure itself as i try to think
of what i have thought
at times what a poem might be...)
I WAS FORCED TO MEMORIZE NUMEROUS POEMS IN SCHOOL AND...
...Um...Just two as I remember...Mercutio's queen Maab speech in Romeo and Juliet...but my teacher had us theme out the scene for fun...so i played mercutio as a hippie wastoid....my teacher responded to my almost perfectly recited speech/poem as hipster with an affectionate, "jared, i trust you're not really stoned..."
...the only other time I was required to memorize a poem was for Reed Bye at Naropa...but in his contemplative poetics class i knew i could have a little fun with it...so taking a cue from a Rimbaud poem Andy Peterson had given me, I translated the lines of the poem i was supposed to be memorizing...i think it was Perce Shelley (SP?) or a Niedecker poem....into only its vowels...then following rimbaud, translated the vowels into colors...then i memorized the sequence and recited that back to the class...in the end, getting out of memorizing the poem might have proved more difficult. One line read, red, red, blue, white, white, red, green, red, red, red...
MY FIRST PUBLICATION...
Was either a non-fiction community college newspaper article on composition instructor and editor of 3rd bed, Vincent Standley...at the time i had no idea of the journals place in the american lineage of avante...although i bought it because he was my professor and i was interested...and i felt an energy in it hard to find in community college comp texts...The piece i wrote was just a sort of spotlight..."Hey look at this great teacher" kinda thing...
The other "first" publication was a poem titled "War Room." It was published in Western Washington University's Womens Center Journal, Labyrinth. It was an anti-war pantoum.
I READ POETRY BECAUSE...Is there anything elso to read...but i don't mean this as a contempt for other literatures, rather it is an attempt to try and see every Thing (object, sound, feeling, sight, taste, etc.) as poetry..or as an extension of humanity's transmissions into the world...our world is made of poetry...the question becomes (for me)... when are we not seeing poetry?
...And this is not to make a universal statement but to call into question the idea that poetry is some specific thing and suggest that poetry is much more abundant in our culture than we sometimes think or is presented by institutions who hold particular interest in keeping static the imagination of the beings in their vicinity...
FAVORITE POEM QUESTION...
The Man Without Content (?) Agamben.
Autobiography of a Stutterer (?) Cooper.
Museum of Thrown Objects (?) Peterson.
Periplum Maps our Star/ Less Shores (?) Rogers.
The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers (?) Kapil.
Look at Me Now and Here I Am (?) Stein.
Proprioception (?) Olson.
Brain of the Earths Body (?) Preziosi.
Arcades Project (?) Benjamin.
Collected Celan (?)
Parade Rain (?) Koshkin.
This is Affront You Pig (?) Logan Ryan Smith.
Neoliberal Rocket Badge(?) Boykoff
For Love (?) The Creels.
Mouf (?) Sakkis.
Ring of Fire (?) Jarnot.
That They Were at the Beach (?) Scalapino.
Discipline and Punish (?) Foucault.
Eunoia (?) Bok.
Notes on the Possibilities and Extractions of Existence (?) Hollo.
Level Ground (?) Armentrout.
Kill or Cure (?) Waldman.
A (?) Zuk
Tri/Via (?) Corpuz and Naka Pierce
Kaddish (?) Ginsberg.
Stanzas in Meditation (?) Stein.
S*PERM**K*T (?) Mullen.
Precinct Kali and The Gertrude Spicer Story (?) Bertolino.
So We Have Been Given Time Or (?) Nakayasu.
Oxota (?) Hejinian.
Further Sightings and Conversations (?) Rothenberg.
Cunt-ups (?) Bellamy.
Une Semaine De Bonte (?) Ernst.
Four Buildings on Mardou Street (?) Killroy.
Happy Birthday of Death (?) Corso.
Collected Spicer
Collected Berrigan
Naked Lunch (?) Burroughs.
Howl (?) Ginsberg.
Lunch Poems (?) OHara.
Spring and All (?) WCW.
M (?) Cage
Finnegans Wake (?) Joyce.
Scout (?) Cole.
Vicuna (?)
Howe (?)
Harry Smith (?)
My experience with reading poetry differs from my experience with reading other types of literature...
what if in fact it is not the writing which determines a genre or categorical designation but the reading...in this sense i am a reader of poetry regardless of what formal architecture is brought to my senses...um, or at least try to be....so i read both the formal category of poetry the same way i try and read other types of literature...
I Find Poetry...
...constantly...
The Last TIme I Heard Poetry...
Jules Boykoff's Reading!!! I saw someone read there own poems in a way that revealed how no one else could have written them, and they were, genuinely political, collaborative, and social.
I THINK POETRY IS...
We Think
Poetry Is.
I tag, Andrew Peterson, Jennifer Rogers, Joseph Cooper, Elizabeth Guthrie, and Michael Koshkin.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
wowzah
the barn door is open
mammals running amuck
a word an awk
someone sat upon a duck
a foot in pooh
and a little piggy too
ah, the barnyard
how gracious you are
mammals running amuck
a word an awk
someone sat upon a duck
a foot in pooh
and a little piggy too
ah, the barnyard
how gracious you are
A GREAT DAY IN HARLEM
I first encountered this picture on the wall of the great Andrew Peterson. Last night I saw a documentary about it. It was amazing.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Beatrice Duckofsky translated homophonically by Gertrude Spicer
From "B-12"
Eternity
is not
worth my time.
****
From "B-4"
This is a frame
so is this
we are framed
frameable
this is a frame
so is this
as you proceed
remember framing
for this
and this
both are frames
frames framing
so other frames may frame
themselvesin.
****
From "B-17"
this is the yesterday
tomorrow
i wanted nothing
i wanted everything
it was better than opera
plotted over several years
in it bob barker performs
shrinking
to such sizes
the gorilla has made it
into the girls bathroom
but he only holds handouts
"he whathe howhe means love"
this is the
do or not do.
It follows me like someone who hates me.
over here with the roses
over there aristotle,
peaches, as it were
it is, the mind is never found
producing movement without the will
rest or restless
does it not ask for it
again, gaining,
it is driving
Me wild.
****
From "B-2"
there is no bowling in boulder.
****
Eternity
is not
worth my time.
****
From "B-4"
This is a frame
so is this
we are framed
frameable
this is a frame
so is this
as you proceed
remember framing
for this
and this
both are frames
frames framing
so other frames may frame
themselvesin.
****
From "B-17"
this is the yesterday
tomorrow
i wanted nothing
i wanted everything
it was better than opera
plotted over several years
in it bob barker performs
shrinking
to such sizes
the gorilla has made it
into the girls bathroom
but he only holds handouts
"he whathe howhe means love"
this is the
do or not do.
It follows me like someone who hates me.
over here with the roses
over there aristotle,
peaches, as it were
it is, the mind is never found
producing movement without the will
rest or restless
does it not ask for it
again, gaining,
it is driving
Me wild.
****
From "B-2"
there is no bowling in boulder.
****
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