Tuesday, January 12, 2010







15. Pæan and Deliverance

from antelucan darkness
the closing of a prison

rising in the runic night
to fix in space and time a rune

in this impossible wood
not to be devoured by sleep


"And madness is a storm like any other. It passes." --Lithium for Medea


Quoth Peter DeVries: ""My secret ambition is to sell a million copies of every book, and then also have a small, select cult of aficionados who look down on my mass audience."


"3,000 years after this most sacred symbol of western democracy was built by slaves, prisoners and others denied citizenship (also known as ἰδιώτης, idiōtēs in Greek, the origin of our term “idiot”), we are, it seems, still searching for ways to realize the monumental dream of democracy."


"The St. Paul-based publisher is publishing 100,000 copies of Alexander’s inaugural poem, by far the biggest print run in its 35-year history."


Not to be missed. (fixed now)







14. the planet formerly known as Goldilocks

and she who is always with me
smiles heartbreakingly gently
in the shadow of the bare trees


EmergencyBot TV theme. (via Metafilter)


Eliza bereft. (via Supergee)


Ekseption: Peace Planet.







13.sandy loam

Bifurcated hate flower
pyramid consecrated
and ev'ry week busted flat
in Baton Rouge
waiting for a train

halcyon morning
grass pale brown on the river bottomlands
it's a hell of a start
it could be
made into a monster
if we all pull together as a

senva dacti
slope where the kudzu grew
so many of the words changed
and there's no putting them back is there
i slow for a shape in the street
unsure of whether to swerve


Labradoodle.







12. celebritariat

what do you want with a poet
in your marble-hard process
one who already dismissed you
as unworthy of his indigo reveries

one who in imagination blasts
these walls to smithereens
saying let
the sun shine
in

do you only need this citizen
cipher
in case all others prove unsuitable
i could dispense judgments
i could draw up blueprints

i could level with you

i am only even here
till i can slip away decently
free for the rest of the afternoon

a woman with her infant child
on the train







11. SRADEC

last hours of ancient sunlight
golden haze curling through the underpass
a moment, then gone
climbing the high marble steps
two at a time · toxic Acropolis
i remember far up the concrete slope
spotting a makeshift bed left
for the day
to the constant rumble of traffic

once that would have sufficed

Maxwell House and half and half
a cashier laughing
woodgrained formica
i should be glad now to serve
this government · as if mercy
had clyted at the top
and limbs obeyed

and to listen to some of the pundits
nothing can be done to save us
which tells me only
as i did not see before
these steps, this unsteady table
neither will i see
the day beyond
its panoplies and cataclysmic dawnings
to rise on an escalator
to the marble floors of desuetude

a chai truffle hovers

in any other time
except bound on the canyon train
i could exult in my team winning
like justice
had thereby prevailed
juror 66
with jurors one through one hundred twenty

instead i know
death by starvation cannot be imagined


Catadores. (via Momus)


Granular synthesis.







10. silk debris

thoughts strangled at birth
build · each twig sheathed with ice · build
the text of silence
whose glacial moraine
parking lot and barbed wire ice

it's only these crawling wights who garner and doubt hope;
stars, serene and proud, shine softly without hope.

each solitary bird sits perched atop a pole.
if any jostle, it were only to flout hope.

flowers planted at Auschwitz in the gayest hues
fade, are replaced; their raison d'être is to shout hope

i am the song, Graywyvern says, my black smoke flies
above the shattered town; it swells; it's not about hope

sunlight on pale twigs
beyond the library glass
sparkles as they sway

my back sore from much lifting
yesterday; the steel chair cool

the hollow "kerchunk" of ice cubes
falling into a metal glass

itchy feet and thinning smiles


Roundup of Harper's keeping track. (via Metafilter) Number of days till i find time to read to the end of this: probably 10 or 15.


Why We're Here. (via Supergee)


Fangland.







9. what the thunderduck said

a full day driving then a full day of work
a journey so long you forget how it started

darker outside
for the lights in here
blithely wicked folded war

freezing rain
on this sad height I pray
the ice sliding down

cicala Nôh
all these tshirt are under $100
hangers-on and toad-eaters
an old newspaper still crisp

variable width arterial
in a strange car
like strange shoes

it's enough to make
ice start forming on your iPod

the muzzle of the city came down
fewer and fewer shapes moved

never wholly abandoned
it is now a type of hieroglyph

half admonitory · half illegible
this is what we were

this is what we are capable of


You choose a team (or have one chosen for you); then believe the sorts of things others on your team believe.



Melanie on the Golden Globes: "Okay, before I launch into a big wrap-up on the Golden Globes, I'd like to explain a little bit about how the Globes--or, rather, how the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, which sponsors the Globes--work. To do so, I'll draw upon my own observations from over 20 years in the movie biz as well as the insight I learned from well-connected insiders I became acquainted with during that time.

The main thing is to remember the "Foreign" part of the Hollywood Foreign Press; that is, the voters often have a predisposition to films from parts of the Globe other than Hollywood. At the same time, however, because a lot of the journalists affiliated with the HFPA work for low-profile publications in their native countries, they are generally a pretty star-struck bunch, which both studio publicists and stars' agents are well aware--as a result, these handlers will practically bend over backwards to make sure their clients get plenty of face-time with the HFPA (which, in turn, gives the reporters something to crow about to their competitors back home). In this way, the Golden Globes may be even more nakedly political than the Oscars. On the other hand, whoever said winning a Golden Globe automatically guarantees an Oscar to follow, is a bit optimistic. Certainly, winning a Globe never hurt anyone's Oscar campaign because, at the very least, it raises the profiles of all the nominees and/or winners, thus creating interest with Oscar voters (who, like all of us vote with their own individual biases). However, to qualify all of this, ultimately what is being judged is the work on the screen. Even so, publicists crave awards attention because it increases the visibility of their films in the marketplace (and therefore helps sell the film), and agents love awards attention because it provides future bargaining chips for their clients in the future. And actors, not to mention writers, directors, etc., really do like awards because they're a competitive lot (otherwise they wouldn't be successful in such a cut-throat industry), and because, hey, let's face it, winning awards is fun!

Okay, so here's what happened and how it figures in the upcoming Oscar showdown. I have to say I'm thrilled, thrilled, thrilled, for Kate Winslet to have won both Best Actress in a Motion Picture Drama (Revolutionary Road) and Best Supporting Actress (The Reader). I love her in both movies, actually, but I think her performance in Revolutionary Road is truly, truly exceptional...one of the smartest things I've ever seen. RR is also now my official--personal--choice for the year's very best movie. And I say "pooh" to all those critics who have knocked her for not being sympathetic in RR. To me, she is the very essence of a sympathetic character. So far, Sally Hawkins, who won the GG for Best Actress in a Musical or Comedy (Happy-Go-Lucky) has been the darling of the various critics' societies, with Anne Hathaway (Rachel Getting Married) a close second. I'm personally rooting for Winslet, and I think her Globe win could be significant. That said, Meryl Streep is excellent in the rather difficult Doubt (which I liked enough to see twice), so I don't think she--nor Hathaway--can be written off just yet. Still, Winslet's success in such mind boggling projects as Revolutionary Road and The Reader (a movie that would also make my own year-end Top 10 list) in a single year has to count for something. It's tempting to think Oscar's final five will be Winslet, Streep, Hathaway, Hawkins and Angelina Jolie (Changeling), but Jolie, who looked like a sure thing last year at this time for A Mighty Heart, once again might be bumped. If that happens, Melissa Leo (an actress known primarily for TV work) is waiting in the wings for the low budget indie Frozen River, as are Emma Thompson (Last Chance Harvey), Michelle Williams (Wendy and Lucy), and Kristin Scott Thomas for the French import I've Loved You for So Long. Btw, the Screen Actors Guild nominees are Hathaway, Jolie, Leo, Streep, and Winslet.

Of course, Winslet's win as Best Supporting Actress took away from the momentum built by Penelope Cruz for Woody Allen's Vicky Christina Barcelona. I've seen Cruz in a number of films, of course, and, truthfully, I can take her or leave her; that said, she's often better in foreign language films than she is in English speaking roles. Yet in VCB,an American film set in Spain, she is at the top of her game, and she has scads of awards already to prove it. Of course, Woody Allen has a knack for bringing out the best in his performers, especially the actresses who often win Oscars (even when they play characters who are not necessarily sympathetic). Even factoring out the late surge of interest in Kate Winslet's turn in The Reader, Cruz will still face stiff Oscar competition from Viola Davis, who plays the quiet, put upon mother of the--allegedly--molested boy at the center of Doubt. Davis only has two back-to-back scenes in the movie, but she's absolutely riveting as she tries to make Meryl Streep's Mother Superior understand her "side" of the situation. Beyond that, I'd still like to see Golden Globe nominee, and former Oscar winner, Marisa Tomei sneak a nomination for The Wrestler. That noted, Tomei is not in the running for the SAG award, which might prove telling. Instead, her spot in thet contest is arguably filled by Taraji P. Henson, playing Benjamin Button's adoptive mother in The Curious Case of... Also bucking for a nod is Amy Adams, Streep and Davis's co-star in Doubt. Frankly, I wish there was room at Oscar's table for Debra Winger, impressive as the mother of the two siblingsin Rachel Getting Married, and either Christine Baranski or Amanda Seyfried, Meryl Streep's lovely, sun-kissed daughter, in Mamma Mia! Baranski, btw, tears-up the screen with her rousing version of "Does Your Mother Know?"

Speaking of The Wrestler, comeback king Mickey Rourke's win as Best Actor in a Motion Picture Drama was a bit of a surprise, especially given the momentum generated thus far by Sean Penn for his work as slain gay rights activist Harvey Milk, in Milk. My thoughts over the past month has been that Rourke would emerge as Penn's only significant competition--and Rourke's win pretty much signifies that. As I see it right now, a win for Penn, easily the season's biggest champ up to this point, would have certainly sealed the deal for his 2nd Oscar; however, I don't think his loss is significant just yet. After all, neither The Wrestler nor Milk are playing in wide runs yet, so it's not clear which one will "catch-on" and create the most goodwill with audiences (which might sway media coverage and influence Academy members). A more telling barometer might be the upcoming Screen Actors Guild Awards. To clarify, the Golden Globe winner for Best Actor does not always go on to win the Oscar. Penn's performance in transformative, worlds apart from the one he played--and won an Oscar for--in Mystic River, but Rourke's riding high on the comeback trail, which Oscar so dearly loves (because many of them know, they too might have to take that ride someday). Also, even though Clint Eastwood was not GG nominated for Gran Torino, the 78 year old actor-director just saw his late entry Torino open as the week's #1 film, so he may very well make the Oscar race even more interesting. Likewise, I don't really anticipate Frank Langella to win an Oscar to go with his Tony for playing Richard Nixon, in Frost/Nixon, but a nomination would be a nice touch--and, so far, armed with both GG and SAG noms, an Oscar nom for Langella appears a virtual certainty. Meanwhile, many media types and assorted industry insiders are waiting with baited breath that an Oscar nom materializes for SAG nom Richard Jenkins (an actor more recognizable by face, rather than name) in "The Visitor" (another independent feature, like Frozen River, given only limited theatrical release).

To the surprise of no one, the late Heath Ledger took the Best Supporting Actor award for his universally hailed performance as the creepiest "Joker" of them all in the world-wide box-office blockbuster, The Dark Knight. At this point, it is hard to imagine that Ledger's performance won't win the Oscar next month. Still, there has to be four other nominees. Robert Downey Jr. is certain to be nominated for playing "the dude playing the dude disguised as another dude" in Tropic Thunder. But that role, a pompous Australian Method actor in black face, probably pushes a few too many politically incorrect buttons to sway voters away from the Ledger tidal wave. Beyond that, I'd like to see Josh Brolin score a nod for playing Dan White, the real-life shooter of Harvey Milk and San Francisco's Mayor Moscone. Between his work in Milk, "W.," No Country for Old Men, and American Gangster, Brolin is proving himself one of the current cinema's most interesting actors, mainly because he's willing to play roles that might not necessarily seem sympathetic at first glance--no easy feat, that, and I respect him for it. Brolin has won a few early prizes, and he's up for the SAG award, but he was not nominated for a Globe, and that surprises me. My other two choices for an Oscar nomination in this category would be James Franco, for playing Sean Penn's restless lover in Milk, and Tom Cruise, virtually unrecognizable as the ruthless, foul-mouthed studio chief in Tropic Thunder. Cruise was one of last night's Globe nominees, but he's AWOL among the SAG roster, so his Oscar chances appear dicey. Even so, the solid success of his unlikely Christmas release, Valkyrie, might be enough to excite the attention of Oscar voters (who otherwise might be tempted to write off Tropic Thunder as either a fluke or a stunt).
A last minute surge of momentum--including a profile in Entertainment Weekly--might make a difference for Michael Shannon, who plays a "lunatic" who sees through the suburban sham in Revolutionary Road. (For that matter, Kathy Bates, who plays Shannon's mother, might also score a surprise Best Supporting Actress nomination.)

For my money, a horrible choice for this category would be Dev Patel, the 18 year-old star of Slumdog Millionaire. Yes, even though Patel is clearly the main character in his film, his studio is promoting him as a supporting player. Though I have not read an official statement as to why this is so, I can pretty much figure, the studio publicist's argument: that Slumdog Millionaire is truly an ensemble piece, and that Patel is only one of three actors who play the central character (who ages from barely more than a toddler to young adulthood). Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yes, even though three actors play that role, it is still, obviously, the film's main character, and Patel clearly has more screen-time than any other actor in the film. Using that studio's logic, Brad Pitt should likewise be positioned as a supporting actor for Benjamin Button (which, to clarify, is from a different studio), since Pitt is only one of about 7 actors who play BB. In the movie's early sequences, the character is created by using computer technology to graft Pitt's digitized head onto the bodies of other actors (of various statures), while in the latter portion of the film, a series of successively younger actors play BB. The studio, however, argues that it is Pitt who ultimately determines the character's portrayal. In reality, Pitt is being positioned for Best Actor because he's an easily marketable star whose ego must be stroked, while Patel is positioned as a supporting player because he's not a big star like Pitt, and the studio is grasping at straws for an easy score. That noted, 5 years ago, the studio that released New Zealand's Whale Rider launched a Best Supporting Actress nomination for 14 year-old Keisha Castle Hughes, but Oscar voters were savvy enough to see the actress as the leading player she was, and nominated her for Best Actress.

Finally, Slumdog Millionaire took prizes for both Best Director (Danny Boyle) and Best Motion Picture Drama. This one-two punch could be repeated at the Oscars, but I still feel the deluxe, big budget studio offering Benjamin Button (positioned to score more nominations overall than Slumdog because of its period atmosphere and technical wizardry) will be its main rival for the top awards. (To be frank, I'm not a fan of either film.) I don't anticipate Best Picture nods for three of my favorite films, Revolutionary Road, Doubt, or Wall-E; however, Milk still has a chance and the fact that Allen's Vicky Christina Barcelona nabbed the Globe for Best Motion Picture Musical or Comedy from the likes of Mamma Mia! and Happy-Go-Lucky indicates there might be greater overall support (for VCB) than earlier predicted. Allen, of course, seems a no-brainer for a screenplay nod, and maybe even Best Director.

I'll close with a list of the films currently in contention for the Producers Guild Award, the Directors Guild Award, and the SAG award for Best Ensemble. These noms should give you an accurate idea of how the Best Picture/Director races are shaping up:

PGA: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, The Dark Knight, Frost/Nixon, Milk, and Slumdog Millinaire

DGA: Danny Boyle (Slumdog Millionaire), David Fincher (Benjamin Button), Ron Howard (Frost/Nixon), Christopher Nolan (The Dark Knight), and Gus Van Sant (Milk)

SAG Award for Best Ensemble: Benjamin Button, Doubt, Frost/Nixon, Milk, and Slumdog Millionaire

Btw: Oscar nominations are announced a week from Thursday, with the SAG awards the following Sunday.

Thanks for your consideration,
Mp"







8. smoke over Gaza

eyeless the iron another
shortage of ploughshares
the Wain turns
the shattered bodies are gathered up
the feckless will always be with us thronging
crayon war

In 1939 this book was read for the last time. It will never be read again.
In 1961 this book was read for the last time. It will never be read again.
No one will ever read this book.


"We mused for a while over parents. Then I went on musing about why it was thought better and higher to love one's country than one's county, or town, or village, or house. Perhaps because it was larger. But then it would be still better to love one's continent, and best of all to love one's planet." --The Towers of Trebizond


Ganapatyas.






(via)

7. black swan

freed of these necessities
what might we not accomplish
what might we not accomplish
in the antelucan darg
someone else's scriptures
colors that burn within me
warm, humid morning spangled
with red and with green my door
broken at the drive through not
because it's true but because
it's old and part of that is
claiming its unwords are true
but they're not that kind of words
songlines
my useless captaincy
in pagandom

transverse shadowings
Sequoya
tinglings in my driving hand

the old bright following of faded guidelines
together one or in solitude
massed leafless trees wheel

the rhythm will continue
as i reclaim my small loaned picture
flight of birds

did i fail to create fitting progeny
road with no shoulder
the heater finally kicking in

way past the legal limit
i'd never given much thought to how i would
die nor now

as the wavelets slide en masse
through the line of white
bird-perched poles

is it railroads you want · clouds of billowing
steam · in the lonely night a whistle
or only that something still

after jahiliyyah has faltered
something still on wheels
moving against the backdrop of lazy gray

and the birds
waiting perhaps for the wind to drop
my words too

not yet to take wing
and no one will tell us what
the season is nor its arcane requirements

body of the oak
the Trinity Billabong
just be brave

pale hazy skyline of towers yet standing
they could be occupied · even now


Guess i gotta post this. But you know how i'm starting to feel? Like after i stepped in some dog shit, & wiped my shoe off as best i could. How i feel about the dog shit is how i feel about this president. It's not worth hating, it's not even worth being angry. Just wipe the dog shit off our shoes & keep walking.


Curse of Turan. (No doubt Americans in the 22nd century will believe something similar.)


Alright, it's a bit worse than that.

I feel smeared with shit from head to toe. I feel like i was pushed into a vat of shit by many of my countrymen, who jumped in after me & took an unholy relish in wolfing it down, puking it back up, & swallowing over again the mixture of puke & shit that passed for our national discourse. I feel like i was raped with a glowing neon flagpole. I watched as the arsonists burned my house down & every house on the block, as far as the eye could see, and they called it MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. I feel like a German in 1945. Those thousands & thousands who died, who would still be alive if Gore had won: their families will not wipe away the memory of the last 8 years, will they, quite so easily as that?

I feel like my face was melted off, & i have to stand in my uniform for a photograph, & pretend that nothing's wrong.

So goodbye Red-Assed Baboons. You will be remembered.


"The Oughts will surely be discussed as music’s balkan decade..."







6. in the ruins of former purposes

down through all eternity
the crying of
tranquility
buried Amontillado
tor running out of rainbowgrout

shinyness of powerful
and meerkat jurisprudence
the world askew
as it rides on the Maelstrom

they never run out of orange cones

every song one of my favorite songs
every headline something i'm interested in
watch out for that car

at the great divide


Land of No Horizon. Hollow Planets Theory. And then there's Exopolitics. And much, much more.


Animations of Dead French poets reciting their poems on YouTube. (via Metafilter)



Basho. (via Silliman)







5. whitener solstice

seek thee on eBay
your fave darb of yesteryear

sleep on the job or don't sleep at all
they run out of orange cones

they have the language of rationality but not reason
no reason for anything they do

What if they should proceed this time?
The hands moan

across the overpass alone
hoping it won't give

the arc of a legend
shapes melt in a crowd glare
the ley-lines we walk
whisper of oread

kindle a durable fire
i call the violet dragon
having never lost the road
or abandoned its pidgin

parables of gold
halfway home at Beltane



IIIZ+.


"Obama" by Alex Grey. (via dr. menlo)


Julian Date Converter.


In the Land of Invented Languages. More.







4. apostrophe error journal

the white rot


Novels written on cellphones are dominating the Japanese book market.





(by George Tooker)

3. we of the never never

ever do anything
nice · and easy

watch GWTW
on your cell's little screen

anymore


Israeli soldier, Palestinian girl. (via)


Video of the shoe incident.







2. i mix with dingos not duchesses

zombie · zombie · zombie · zombie
your face doesn't move

dinosaur grease
less & less a thing we want to use
like cigarettes · plastic bags · torture

zombie · zombie · zombie · zombie
your face doesn't move


"It is not as important to believe in the myths and legends of the tribe as it is to participate in tribal actions." --Lewis Shieber writing in Green Egg, 1975







    "Calling the Dreaming"

1. i throw my shoes at President Bush

andropause nanolift
your tshirt that says Breeder

the last free solstice
Eartha Kitt's "Hurdy Gurdy Man"

stories in which a style is the protagonist


"If Plato had said that both were real..."


My Back Pages.







   "Mud Doctor"

reich thundersnow
pinkgold coolth
iced espresso truffle
gray wool · bluegray car seat

somewhere sirens
in burning silence
perfect science of
mountain air
mountain thundersnow

push my cell for the time again
a small tree shudders
in the unfelt wind
i'm not the only one waiting


Three-fourths of justice is listening.


Frozen.


Pyrophones thread.







Maybe it was to theorize
a wavering bead,

out of hidden
Metatron
a tutelary hajj.

Maybe lodge arithmetic
gave the spinning ball a jab.
Fell the Assyrian
style on a halfling age.


Written on terrestrial things.


Anita's Etsy shop.


Palinomicon: coda.







Like farcical fingers
Like frightful facts

the steely gnomon
of the last enigma

was i that selfish
in my borrowed flesh
night's own absinthe
will not change the sign

lone anodyne
the eye of Alcor
global ucalegon
crow with sprig of green


The Polaroid: Imperfect, Yet Magical. (thanx Melanie!)


Cognitive-Semantic Poetry. (via Silliman)


Pink Lady doing "UFO".


Hazmat Modine on Russian TV.







   "Trail"

is there frith in rootedness
is there peace in wandering
a windy night wears sadness
like a prisoner's tattoo

hurl baby animals the
windy night opens
knowing how there is no frith
nor peace in a land torn loose

a route of evanescence
colossal desert nail chrome amethyst trail


The Continuum Concept.







   "John Edward Speaks to Me from the Grave"

the presence of elves
elverines
in Klesperanto

benthic glibber


Database animals.


The only real impediment to understanding is the feeling of certainty.


Explaining 80606 through Kozai migration.


I'm Blue.