Saturday, May 28, 2005

"The brilliant moon
working through its web
keeps the spider awake."

José Juan Tablada (tr Beckett) (--via Blindh*it)


Lucia Joyc*.

Th* Gr*at Gam*.


apricot spongy griot · I accord to it ascian sports
mouth gnaw again by ago · bring nights so stars birdtalk walking
icy scrytch forlorn grot idyll · stow moodnust hiccup

"All arts are not in one's country
But everywhere in the world
There to be gathered and sought."


Friday, May 27, 2005

"...Internet Slang in Spanish is being created by online translators!!. What is the Royal Academy of Spanish Language doing? Shouldn't be spanish speakers the ones deciding how to call new terms in spanish? Nooooooo, instead of that, american dotcoms, decide that they are just going to use whatever comes out from a translator or from somebody that minored in Spanish at some point in their lives..."

   "The Fountain

All through the deep blue night
  The fountain sang alone;
It sang to the drowsy heart
  Of the satyr carved in stone.

The fountain sang and sang,
  But the satyr never stirred--
Only the great white moon
  In the empty heaven heard.

The fountain sang and sang
  While on the marble rim
The milk-white peacocks slept,
  And their dreams were strange and dim.

Bright dew was on the grass,
  And on the ilex, dew,
The dreamy milk-white birds
  Were all a-glisten, too.

The fountain sang and sang
  The things one cannot tell;
The dreaming peacocks stirred
  And the gleaming dew-drops fell."

--Sara T*asdal*, Stars To-night (1930)

   Quiz from B*msha Swing:

1. What is your sense of the poetic tradition? How far back does your particular historical sense range? What defines your tradition? Nationality, language, aesthetic posture? What aspect of your poetic idiolect or tradition most distinguishes you from your closest poetic collaborators? I take all poetry from every tradition as my heritage. I see similar tendencies in Modernism & the court poetries i have studied, & i try to synthesize them; however, ultimately i follow my own whimsy. In order to give a name for my Do-It-Yourself poetics, i have co-opted the term "Umbrism". If there is something that distinguishes me from other poets writing online at this time, it might be my inclusiveness, that doesn't reject apparently mutually contradictory modes of writing; & of course my bizarre fixation on the practices of the poets of Classical Antiquity, who would not at all approve of what i do with them.

2. How would you define contemporary poetic practice? (Say, the typical poem that would be published alongside one of your in a magazine where you are published.) How does this practice relate to the tradition defined above? Does poetry of the "past" (however you define the past for these purposes) occupy a different corner of your mind? So many people writing nowadays seem to think history started with five years ago, or twenty. In my book it's the myopic sameness of whatever "stream" you pick up on, that makes non-poets find contemporary poetry boring. (I know this is unfair.) Having said this, i must admit there are adventurous writers hiding out everywhere i look--just not the ones receiving attention & acclaim, by & large.

3. Whom, among poets you most admire, do you understand least? What is hindering a greater understanding of this poet? It's hard to think of someone in this category, since my admiration tends to proceed out of my understanding. But i admit Egil Skallagrimsson's writing comes from a mindset that's hard for me to imagine.

4. Are we over-invested in poetic "hero worship"? Is it necessary to have a poetic "pantheon"? How does the poetic pantheon relate to the notion of an academic "canon"? Are they mirror opposites, rivals? YES. I would rather that each poet choose her own ancestors. It's better still to be able to switch your worship when a god fails you (that was always the advantage of polytheism). Naturally, what constitutes The Canon will continue to evolve. I would like to think of the concept as heuristic rather than prescriptive. In other words, asking "do we still get something out of this writer today?" for famous as well as obscure authors, makes us examine our assumptions about poetic value.

5. Is "total absorption in poetry" benign? How about "poetry as a way of life"? I think it's silly. How can you write anything good if you're not insatiably curious about the world? And i don't agree with those who feel that they approach every experience in their life as potential poetic input. If you don't know that there's lots of things you'll never be able to put into words, you haven't been paying attention.

6. Do you see poetry as a part of a larger "literature," or is poetry itself the more capacious category? Poetry defines itself as certain practices of language, even though these change. But if i had to file it under another super-heading, i would make poetry a part of Magic, rather than a part of Literature. Literature, like exercise, is Good for You. Magic is a secretive vice.

7. Are humor, irony, and wit (in whatever combination) a sine qua non? Or conversely, is humor a defense mechanism that more often than not protects us from what we really want to say? It would be more useful to think of meaning as a continuum, rather than a binary disjunction of saying/not saying what you mean. It's true that some decent writing has come out of utter simplemindedness, but it greatly tends not to. As for constant joking--yes, that's a concealment, & everybody knows it. So how is it a concealment? It's a texture.

8. Is the poem the thing, or the larger poetic project? "Projects" is a kind of superstition. But not, perhaps, a fruitless one.

9. What is the single most significant thing anyone has ever said about poetry? So far no one has hardly said anything. I find much more interesting analogies in what has been said about the other arts, & even science & games. But saying stupid things about poetry is a time-honored genre. So why shouldn't i play it, too?

10. Which of these questions asks you to define yourself along lines of division not of your own making, in the most irksome way? How close do these questions come to the way in which you habitually think about poetry? What other question would you add to this list? Overall, this has not been an aggravating questionnaire, or i wouldn't have posted it on my blog. It does scant the whole question of Personal Mythologies, though. I think this, more than technique or clannishness, divides us. And it might even be a good thing.

"As trends move out of focus, consumers are not discarding them as new trends move in. Rather, they are keeping bits, discarding others and redefining them on their own terms." (via Dr M*nlo)

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Not that John and Yoko.

"Some day someone will explain why the Romantics wanted to rewrite Paradise Lost and the moderns to rewrite the Odyssey. And then we will have a clearer understanding of why Ronald Johnson returned, as a signal act of the postmodernist period (The Age of Olson the books will get around to naming it), to Milton."

"Guerrilla movements can succeed if more than 40 percent of the local population supports them. While the guerrillas are a small proportion of Iraqis, they are very popular in the Sunni Arab areas. If you look at it as a regional war, they probably have 80 percent support in their region."

"Each of his one thousand cranes is a unique individual, yet at the same time also a member of the grey flock." (via gmtPlus9)

Ogham. (via Pl*p)

Catching up. (via Click Op*ra)

"...Governor Schwarzenegger, who had memorized one of Young's poems..."

Bog by Glob.

Death List Five

(voice of the lunatic fringe)

The arts and literary magazine is having its Volume Two feature
reading. Sunday June (the fifth) at the Balcony Club from 5pm - 7pm. We are very
excited about this reading, my nipples are hard just thinking about
this event, Featuring; Dan Evans, Deborah Dana, Paul Sexton, Jolee Davis and
Josh Lewis. Note the fifth member in volume two has run away to California,
but maybe we can do a "dial-a-poet" thing or have the M.C. joey da’rrell
cloudy read Josh’s poem. Admittance is free but donations are accepted and
appreciated. As usual, there will be cake and sodomy, coffee, and
whatever liquid refreshments you care to purchase from the bar, the Balcony Club
is a bar after all. The newest volume of the premiere in your face arts and
literature magazine in Dallas DEATH LIST FIVE (voice of the lunatic
fringe) will be for sell, so get your little five dollars ready. Tell anyone
and everyone, bring your “appetite for destruction”, bring your posse, your
crew, yo mamma or whoever might be interested. This promises to be a
reading to remember. the Balcony Club is located at 1825 Abrams Rd Dallas, TX.

phone 214 826 8104
Th* Smil*.

Th* Oth*r Baxt*r. (via Wood_s Lot)


Luminarias rural · umgang I insulating bark
from birdtalk walking aspic · crow quasar cramp sandcoil sloppy
sunlight amok against fancy · onyx agony

Wednesday, May 25, 2005


Quaint tubular walking I · incog stars storp hustling ablaut
quasar sluzhba caracul · dry iwi ballast flowing skulk
king onion uglily lithic · Cibola anarch

Tuesday, May 24, 2005


Dalit ballot flunk I stars · abort vacuum sloppy alloys
robotic starfish of all · quasar unknown sky oilcan as
atom fanu origami · Usk walking U-boat

Monday, May 23, 2005

Oxyrhynchus updat*. (via Robot Wisdom)

P*nnyfarthing odyss*y.


On my victrola: Th* Transform*d Man.


ibtida abtar starry · I adult barrarang bargain
abstaining starfish Caro-Kann · arroyo assist stiffly gas
grisly grasp byblow kick Iapyx · addict bulk sluzhba


sandcoil walking indigo · idiot accrual mouth nights
claypit swoop darkbook glory · skip birdtalk and Ygg rishima
incog idols wink agnostic · forlorn wing odor

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Solution to logical conundrum: "The Norwegian drinks wine. The man in the fifth house owns the zebra." (Took yours truly an hour. Significant Half was told that JFK got it quickly, without using writing.)


Broil tripton gorilla I · flood atop frogurt riding spawn
storp conus snowboots aglow · forlorn fragrant riddling glut blog
Mavortia rid of claypit port · pornographic ad

Invisibl* Calvino.