Tony Scott dies

Toni and I are saddened today by the death this week of the great jazzman, Tony Scott who played his sax and clarinet on a number of classic Billy Holiday songs, creator of *Music for Zen Meditation* and many other great albums. He was Toni's namesake, having been discovered by Toni's father Bill Simon, who he roomed with in the early days of his career. He will be greatly missed. He lived in Rome in the latter part of his life, and is survived by his wife Cinzia, who lives in Rome, two daughters and a grandchild.

NY Times Obit for Tony Scott

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Elaine Equi's reading at Cue last night was a joy. Check out the rave review for her book of new and selected poems *Ripple Effect* in the Sunday NY Times Book Review The Air is Full of Secrets

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This is a week of poem dedications. Here is one Norman Fischer wrote a while back and sent to me today.

Writing out directions to the location
Is a monument accompanied by drums
Persuaded by the daily round to search for
Any hour to take seriously,
Mining the very thoughtfulness
Finally for something here to holler at – or on –
Of bills to be paid, the settled wonder of words
That are debts, in places, numbers on a page
Lit up and constantly fading or morphing
Into higher and lower figures, going after
The unsayable, going away in a huff –

Some other day there’s another way
In the middle, very exhausted, an assortment
Of pains for your delectation, comfort
Of being alive. Sauntering down Light Street
Or in the park conversing passionately
Is there anything determined under the sun?
A gathering of poets huddled on the pavement
Is a simulation of interested practice
A preservation of the evolving species
That has co-oped the absolute in sputterings
Of exalted speech

(for Nick Piombino)

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No Ledge

a dedicated poem from

Mark Young (gamma ways)

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time March's on

Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2004 01:32:04 -0500
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Blaming the blogosphere for what is lacking on the poetics list is an old tradition,(old in internet-time) and sounds to these old poet's ears like a cry of pain. This is not unusual from Mr. Sondheim, whose precision of perception is not the least bit
lost on a great number of poets, despite its many fascinating, complex camouflages.

What a poet needs, especially a long distance marathon poetry runner, is response. Some say there is never enough response for an artist, and that might be true, especially for those who crave the energizing, potentially infinitely expanding cycle of signal and response between artist and audience.

It may sadden, alarm and confuse some to hear, given its tawdry, tinny surfaces, that this is exactly what is delighting and challenging many writers in Blogland. But the cycle (of signal land response), that is occurring in this situation is unlike any that has ever existed before, in the world of letters, it seems to me, and is not at all subsumed under the model shaped by the cycle of argument and debate, the taste for which is no doubt being stimulated (for some) by the pathetically tired old
clichéd debates now going on in the mostly false and fraudulent US election process: another kind of Academy Award ceremony that is not even funny anymore.

Though many realize all of this movie academy and election academy sturm and drang is almost completely devoid of meaning (not significance, of course), does not prevent the emergence of the mentally stimulating, imagination-
appetizing aspects of the spectacle of debate, an ancient mode of provoking the discovery and identification of greatness. But this election process is the clearest proof of Guy Debord's theories anybody could ever want to see. The Society of the Spectacle is beyond crisis; it is moribund.

Can I wonder aloud if this argument and debate method of exchanging knowledge and inducing change, discovering truth, and uncovering greatness is totally bankrupt? What might replace it? What could replace it?

Something is happening in Blogland and you don't know what it is, do you, Mr. Jones?

affectionate regards to my list friends and literary comrades,
Nick Piombino

Contradicta



Those who never ask you questions have decided on all the answers for themselves, answers your future conversations will never change.




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No time to waste, no time to taste.


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Drew Gardner reviews Bob Perelman's recent BPC Reading


Overlap

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Contradicta



I never stop learning because I never stop making mistakes, or having to deal with the mistakes of others.




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The old love the morning when life begins again; the young love the night they think will never end.

Close Listening/PS 1 Readings and Interviews


Alan Davies (reading from his new chapbook), Ann Lauterbach, Richard Tuttle, Mimi Gross and many
others chat with Charles Bernstein and read online
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I Can't Wait

to read, in their entirety, two books I just received and very pleasurably dipped into. Tom Beckett's *Unprotected Texts*
(Meritage Press, 2006) and Mark Young's *the allgrezza ficcione* (Otoliths,
2006)

Tom Beckett: "Poetry is relationships. That's my naked truth."

Mark Young: "There was also a book by Ptolemy, that seemed to be made up of footnotes to another work of his, a kind of growing self-doubt about his own beliefs, that finishes with a small poem:

The
Sun- the
Universe's true centre?"