Showing posts with label lj 072009. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lj 072009. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 09, 2010







tekeli-li
tekeli-li the
beset ice
nine world
lining of my eye · gloire
shards
fowl-focused · anschaulichkeit
raucoys skinflint
eye's mind cleansed
starry messenger
i would be ashamed to have imagined
much less believed in such a thing
te lijda se'a

should i have cared to contend
for the voice trace's sake
such fardels befriend

should i have cared to contend
the veil's slight rents amend
in my slashing wake

should i have cared to contend
for the voice trace's sake


"On can feel no surprise that The Trial of Man [of Wyndham Lewis] was never written. One can only feel awe before the indomitable honesty that proposed, in those last years, to undertake it." --Hugh Kenner, postscript to the Jupiter Books edition of Malign Fiesta


1434.


A Poem for Neda... (via Silliman)

Tuesday, October 27, 2009




what used to be city blocks
of modest homes

remove most of the story
to find the story

to save
this shard or that shard
out of the general ruin

rescue a book from the trash
because you read it once

submagazinist

1888 Lalla Rookh
repaired with electrical tape





Idea for a story: this Lovecraftian debacle: "Sad end to RWC[Chambers]'s days. No one in town liked him. He lost lots of his money in the 1929 stock crash. He stuck to himself and never had much to do with the town. After his death his wife published books that he had started until she died in 1938.

The house was left open with everything in place and local kids burning his papers to keep warm when drinking and making out in his abandon (sic) house. It was even used as a brothel from time to time. Half of the land is under water now because of a new dam and part (1/3) of the house has been pulled down and the rest remodeled by the church to from a rectory. His son is reported to have been in an asylum at one time. Maybe that is why nobody was there to take care of the place after his wife's passing.

There is a picture of the house... Looks kind of like a small U.S. White House.

...the reservoir did cover 200 of his 400 acres. Some say that he acted as if it didn’t bother him. I think that this was just stoic behavior. This was the land he wrote about in his five great novels of the revolutionary war. The drowned land, the Vlaie, the Kennyetto river, and Sir William Johnson’s beloved Summer House Point and Fish House all were covered. I think it took the heart out of him. He did not live too many more years after the water covered his land.

What is left of Broadinbin (sic) House is owned by the Catholic Church. About 1/3 of the house was pulled down when they rebuild it into housing for the clergy. The rest of the land is owned by a doctor. It was logged about 20 years ago. RWC’s 40,000 plantings going to make tooth picks, dog houses, and toilet paper." More. And...