10/20/65

One great optimistic thought: one's inner
life may be completely one's own.
If one has achieved some calm, some
ability to be strong in the face of
the world's chaos this will always enable one
to grow within. So very little is needed
to sustain this: phsical sustenance
and the ability to give love and receive
it,ore, to search it out.

With me, if I can continue this
growth, this "creation" of myself I have
the essential. All the rest just ennobes
this basic work, or joy, or creation.

10/19/65

I look for in other writers what
I could find more easily in myself. Why,
then, is writing seen as a struggle? It is
nothing in comparison to the struggle not
to write. Writing is hard but everything
else is harder.

This is a distinction I never saw before.
Creating to me was the great
martyrdom, the inner sacrifice. Endurance,
living, is the hardest thing. Even now,
the happiest time in my life.

No escape from anxiety. Trying to
escape it is neurosis and then some. Trying
to relieve it is not neurotic but noble.
Seeking relief by hiding or burying yourself
or clinging is like chasing your own tail.

I was thinking before that creativity
as a relief from anxiety is futile, the
wrong motivation.This is incorrect.
In our time it is the core, the essential,
the *raison d'etre* of creativity. This does
not have to be so and maybe it isn't
the whole incentive. Communication, seeking
out of universals, love and hatred of
humanity are still very much a part of
the creative spirit. But because anxiety
is central in our lives (death is prevalent;
imminent destruction surrounds our lives,
real destruction is near us now and in
extreme form in recent history) it is
a main part of the creative urge- we
have embraced it not out of choice but
out of necessity. We are seeking a cure,
or a solution, within and without us.
Explanations can come later.

Analysis is not the way out of a
dark room like I thought.Like Mrs.
Kurz said, it lights the room. Or better
still, it is a window to the world outside
the room. When one realizes, after the
tumult within us is somewhat calmer,
that the chaos without is more insane,
cruel, thoughtless, irrational than one's
own relatively hopeful state of mind (hopeful
because one has so much power, if he has
the will, to make peace with it) he is
shocked. So with me. Thank God (or
Grossman) (Alan Grossman) or Susie (Susan Braiman) or my parents or fate
or myself). I am not afraid of death.
It's strange- because I am afraid of
practically everything else. Because I am
not afraid of death I will be able to
do so much. Soon I will no longer permit
myself the luxury of fearing people and
myself. I will be doing so many things.
Strange.

The last thing left is
the fear. Anxiety will be the reminder
and the spur to create. The giving out
of warmth will make the opening for the
world to flow in. What I give out again
will be the mixture of that and myself.
As Pavese wrote- one's past ("one's
forgotten memories") is the richness of
life.When I can look at my past with
warmth and the present with energy...
then...

Chile Radioarticle on blogging continued from yesterday:

Mainstream Poetry: mainstreampoetry.blogspot.com

El título es claramente irónico. Algunas ideas buenas y bastante divertidas, además de reflexiones (o pseudo-reflexiones) sobre la vanguardia. Aquí a menudo uno se encuentra con intervenciones poéticas, esto es: poemas clásicos reconfigurados de manera satírica. Muy interesante.

Samizdata: samizdata.net/blog

Su nombre lo dice todo. Un blog para "gente con una perspectiva crítica, racional y libertaria". Un ejemplo de prensa independiente y desenfadada, que puede ser tan seria como satírica. Pretenden "infectar" al mundo con el virus de la "libertad individual". "Entre nuestros múltiples crímenes úseñalan sus redactoresú está el sentido del humor y un intermitente uso del idioma inglés". Cualquier persona puede enviar artículos, pero aquí sí hay editores, que se autocalifican como "dioses", pues puede que publiquen tu artículo (siempre editado) o puede que no. Sin duda, un gran aporte.

GUÍA

Weblogs II

Andrew Sullivan: andrewsullivan.com

Este weblog del periodista cultural y activista homosexual Andrew Sullivan es uno de los weblogs más famosos de la red. Aparte de una gran cantidad de contenido inherente a las luchas de la minoría homosexual, Sullivan tiene interesantes perspectivas para tratar diversos temas sociales, artísticos y culturales. Según The Economists, las reseñas de libros de Sullivan son capaces de encumbrar un libro a los primeros lugares de los rankings de ventas. Todo un fenómeno.

Poets9for9: poets9for9.blogspot.com

Este nuevo weblog es un verdadero lujo. Consiste en entregas de nueve preguntas a nueve poetas, unos, consagrados y otros, no tanto. La gracia de este blog está en la calidad de las preguntas y, por supuesto, en las respuestas a tan ingeniosas y sugerentes interrogantes. Un botón de muestra: "Estás elevando un volantín que tiene el rostro de un poeta. ¿De qué poeta se trata? Y si pudieras recoger el hilo para devolver el volantín a tus manos, ¿qué le preguntarías al poeta cuyo rostro está grabado en el volantín?".

Instapundit: instapundit.com

Este ya célebre sitio es principalmente periodístico, entregando las noticias que otros medios convencionales no se atreven a publicar con especial énfasis en temas políticos y sociales. Es señalado por muchos como el "New York Times de los bloggers". La cabeza visible de este blog es el profesor de derecho de la Universidad de Tennessee, Glenn Reynolds.

TextUrl: texturl.net

Este weblog es del profesor de la Universidad de Rochester, Brandon Barr, dedicado a la relación entre la vanguardia del siglo XXI y las tecnologías de la información, con especial énfasis en el web-art y las nuevas poéticas relacionadas con internet y las nuevas tecnologías.

Blue Miles: bluemiles.blogspot.com

Sitio donde se ficcionaliza la vida de Miles Davis. Es un interesante experimento literario donde a partir de la vida y obra de una de las grandes leyendas del jazz, el autor (un tal Rino Martins) pretende indagar en las fuerzas que convergieron para hacer de Miles Davis una figura única en el mundo de la música y la cultura norteamericana del siglo XX, cuya mente y mundo interior han sido vanamente explorados por innumerables biografías que se quedan generalmente en los aspectos superfluos de su vida.

San Diego Poets Guild: sdpg.blogspot.com

Este interesante sitio es mantenido por un tal Bill Marsh, quien fue nominado por el sitio de Piombino como "El mejor oxymoron blogueado del año", por la frase "estoy tratando de sobrevivir como escritor, sin siquiera serlo".

Mobylives: www.mobylives.com

Éste es uno de los blogs más famosos en el ámbito de la cultura. Fundado en 1998, Mobylives comenzó como un periódico de columnas acerca de libros y escritores, y en el año 2001 llegó a la red. De orientación similar a la revista Salon.com (liberal, inteligente y "cool",) este sitio es dirigido por Dennis Loy Johnson y funciona como un colectivo para la difusión y discusión de las artes y las letras. Desde febrero de 2002 editan interesantes libros bajo el sello Melville House Books.

Cien palabras: cienpalabras.blogspot.com

Sitio de Jordi Cebrián con un concepto muy simple y ya conocido por estos lados: escribir cuentos de (máximo) cien palabras. Aquí hay un ejemplo de lo que el trabajo riguroso en un mismo formato puede hacer para el perfeccionamiento del estilo del escritor. Podemos desandar los pasos literarios que ha dado Cebrián desde octubre de 2001 hasta hoy en día. El tipo también recibe colaboraciones. Uno de los pocos sitios realmente buenos de la comunidad bloguera hispanoparlante.  
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June 18, 2003

Short poem

The shortest, most sentimental thing I've ever written, which I just discovered in an old word file...

And we reach
for the last
thing available
and what is
available is love.

That could almost be on Nick Piombino's blog... well, I'll resist the urge to delete it because I've already deleted it from the word file whence it sprang... sprang rhythm, get it?... not to mention a certain affection for the double "is"s in the last two lines, which force a reread -- c'mon, be honest, you read it twice, right? Just to get a better sense of the cadence? Gotcha.
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Tema Sociedad de la Información

Un artículo publicado este domingo en "Artes y Letras" de El Mercurio aborda el mundo cybercontrainformativo de los weblogs o simplemente blogs. Se dice que "la publicación en los weblogs es instantánea, ahora no hay filtro de ningún tipo, tan sólo el leve filtro de la conciencia y la voluntad de quien escribe". Es decir, se requiere solo ganas de rescatar esa adormecida libertad indiividual -siempre dependiente de la libertad colectiva-, y listo.
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Los blogs se transformarían en el equivalente lingüístico de los reality shows televisivos que nos han venido invadiendo en los últimos años, pues la publicación en los weblogs es instantánea, no hay filtro de ningún tipo, tan sólo el leve filtro de la conciencia y la voluntad de quien escribe.


Ron Silliman: ronsilliman.blogspot.com:

Éste sitio es una bitácora literaria-laboratorio lingüístico y ensayístico de Silliman, destacado poeta norteamericano (integrante del colectivo L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E). En él este divaga acerca de poesía y narrativa contemporánea, revisa autores recientes y publica y comenta poesía propia y ajena. Un verdadero lujo para los amantes de la literatura contemporánea.

Jonathan Mayhew: jonathanmayhew.blogspot.com:

Éste es un muy buen blog del profesor de literatura española en la Universidad de Texas, donde el autor trata de poesía y literatura contemporánea y dialoga con otros blogs de poesía contemporánea. Es un buen punto de partida para empezar a navegar por la "blogósfera" literaria norteamericana.

Heriberto Yépez:

1) border blogger: hyepez.blogspot.com;

2) ampersand: hyepez2.blogspot.com.

Este joven escritor mexicano radicado en Tijuana, mantiene al menos dos blogs: el primero, border blogger, es una bitácora bilingüe donde comenta principalmente literatura mexicana nueva (sobre todo poesía), cine y otros temas de cultura. Este blog es un buen punto de partida para explorar los weblogs de lo que Yépez llama el "Tijuana Blog Front"; el otro es ampersand, y donde Yépez et al traducen "poéticas" y textos críticos de diversos autores norteamericanos y europeos de vanguardia. Como se señala en la página: "Ampersand es un espacio-tiempo para la traduccion de textualidad experimental de literaturas escritas en inglés o portugués".

Jordan Davis:

1) equanimity: equanimity.blogspot.com;

2) million poems: millionpoems.blogspot.com.

Poeta de la "New York School", Davis tiene dos sitios, uno dedicado a mantener sus ideas fijadas "en su hábitat natural" y el otro, million poems, es un laboratorio poético que, según el autor, "no es un libro, sino un depósito para poemas en ruta".

Fait Accompli: nickpiombino.blogspot.com

Blog del poeta Nick Piombino. Mezcla de diario poético, bitácora social, laboratorio y plataforma de discusión poética. Es interesante el diálogo que se genera con otros blogs poéticos y literarios.

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I don't like the summer the way I used to. First of all, it's cold, cloudy and rainy most of the time. Secondly, a lot of my favorite bloggers are taking well deserved vacations- but I miss them quite a lot. Two of them blogged on Tuesday, June 17:

Heathens in Heat ...David Hess

Bloggedy Blog Blog...Katie Degentesh


Hi Katie; Hi David; nice to see you!

ululations... Nada Gordon's words of wisdom:

( 9:10 AM ) Nada  
Some Babies


Some babies the avant-garde tradition throws out with the bathwater:

**epiphanies

**human beings in difficult situations in which they are compelled to make ethical decisions

**descriptions of suffering


**the mechanism of identification #

7/5/66

It is a case of thought versus action
Poetry is close to life in the sense
that it more closely depicts the
banal and tragic, ideal and magnificent
moments of thought (and I must admit,
sense experience). Sense experiencee is
put in for verisimilitude- that's why I
used to find it annoying to add. I
still don't enjoy it. In "Seascape" I
developed the ability to depict characters
in terms of their thoughts as part of
landscape. I have in large part to
thank Jerry "the objecs need not be there
but the mind must be"- and
Durrell- the effect of Alexandria on
its inhabitants. It's a weighty framework,
this landscape, and I will endeavor to
make it still more minor- as it should
be-"touches" as visual experiences are
to me. I go in the world blind as a
bat listening to every word and emotion
of every friend. If I could see through
their eyes (my eyes) I could write of
landscape. Jerry said I was his eyes,
ears adn heart in New York.

Of course my eyes are not theirs. But
my own are so impoverished- I'm sure
it's a matter of fear, like my childhood
fear (desire) of going blind,my
voyeurism, the act.

I feel less lonely now.

Thanks to Durrell for his "character squeezes"
Otherwise, I am sure I would not bother,
a welcome shorthand!

*Ed Marks*- mystery, vivaciousness, the
urge to share, teach- great energy-
a volcano of pain. (like Clea-still
waters of pain.") Laughter."I can talk
to strangers but not to friends."

*Ed Small* Fatherly kindness, a
warming smile. "Strangers you have known all your life."

*Jeanne McCord* Impatient searching
glance that turns away. Loneliness.

Of course, TS Eliot's *Prufrock* is the
unconscious driving force in my poetry (can't
say I"ll go beyond this in myself)

8/29

My *Seascape* poem is also related to the
use of weather and landscape in
*The Stranger.*

8/28/66

Birds along the edge of the roof,
thoughtless,
carelessly wing to flight.


Family

it is the prize of giving
In the shape of meaning

Bread, love and talking

8/28

I looked deeply into the eyes of the girl
on the train. She gazed back, without
flinching,not turning away until she
got off the train. It was a great relief
and I don't know why.

Ed Small- Kindness, great kindness, and
innsight with compassion. he understands his
own eyes.

"A woman of generous character will
sacrifice her life a thousand times over for
her lover but will break with him for
ever over a question of pride- for the
opening or shutting of a door."
Stendhal

8/20/66

Nothing is alone but God.This parting
is good (not without fear). I will
see her-
.

7/5/66

Writers venerate life- because they have
been murdered at one time and are
seeking proof of their own an others'
existence.

Bob Dylan- in the record jacket- "experience
teaches that silence terrifies people the most."
I am frightened of any pause in the
intensity of relating with people- cigarettes
and fear punctuate my minute to
minute conscious existence. Miller quotes
Emerson as saying "Life consists of
what one thinks about all day." My
thoughts are "peopled" by sadness,
a constant lamenting of my
"dissatisfaction with life." Really, it is a
disappointment, as if I hungered always
for "excitement"- philosophical,
literary or emotional roller coaster
ride:- thrills of personal intercourse
with others. Ed Marks said to Susie
that she was insatiable. This is just
as true of me.

Durrel on writing-
Balthazar-p.115
When Pursewarden "wished to discuss a
bad work of art he would say in tones of
warm approbration 'Most effective'...
'the effective in art is what rapes the
emotion of your audience without
nourishing its values'
p.114-"In questions of art great secrecy
must be observed." What does this
mean? I desperately wish to know
because- I crave instruction.

American writers are lucky because
we don't have to struggle to express
ourselves- in the sense of embellishing
our phrases. We are naturally aphoristic-
Emerson, Miller, the terse statements
of Hemingway's characters, - we have
become or will become the great masters
of short novels- and poetry!- once or if
we recognize that poetry is the best
opporunity for simplicity (sincerity) in writing-
where formal, "neat" elegance is best
used, where muscular, rambling lines
are most spectacular in their breadth.
(I learned today of Wolfe's fear (shame)
of writing poetry, I could add Miller's
condesension (same thing) towards it.)
Poetry is distant from life in the same
sense that consciousness is distant from life..

4/15/66

The center of creative literary expression is, in the mind
of the poet, an expanse of internal vision. One critic I have
read referred to the necessity of the poet being able to
visualize his images. I think this is true, and what follows
from this is a questioning of the individual poet's availability
of visual expanse. I think there is an external component to
this, but the poet is primarily concerned with the internal
componant. In myself (in my poetry) one teacher of mine noticed an absence of
color and I have noted my own preoccupation with the color
gray. In psychological terms this, I have learned, relates to
the *directedness* and suspiciousness of my thought (see
Shapiro's *Neurotic Styles*) classified as paranoid style which
results in a loss of awareness of the "plain face" of things.
I am now strugging to regain this plain face of things so as
to add to the barren landscape of my imagination. It is as though
my internal visual universe had no physical dimension or emotional
dimension but simply an intellectual and esthetic dimension, making
me ill-suited for poetry creation-yet I want very much to write
poetry. I think I will have to develop, in addition to endeavoring
to broaden my inner visual world, a way of associating ideas on a
purely visual level, taking from the esthetic of words themselves
some basis for my imagery. I have previously tried this with my
association poetry of 1964 an experiment which failed.

Enlarging on the internal landscape idea, I have also noticed
that my inner sense of music is intact and extremely sensitive
and employable in writing. However visual imagery is at the base
of poetry- perhaps in developing a mode of verse suited to my own
imagination I might try to further expand the usefullness of this
sound sensitivity- not only on the level of recreating sound (Poe)
but use it in an analogous sense to visual imagery- the symbolic
and the personal and the universal. I think I was inconsciously trying
to do this in my poetry of 1964, in that it is a verse of pure sound,
employing the sound an connotations of words used in a pure sense
(as in abstract painting where color is used in its pure dimensions)
However,I sacrificed continuity and this is not necessary...

6/66

A reminder (when I *need* it least, I
can *know* it) that life need not end
until you are in the grave.

Suicide is, at least, a desperate
attempt to become reborn. But one
can be reborn (simply!) by changing
one's mind about oneself.

Give them time- they will reveal
themselves to you- or you will find the
part of yourself which will let you see
(understand, receive, have, give to) them.

Hi Jack. Good point. The Technorati site with the top 50 sites has been deleted from my links list, though the Technorati search link remains.

By the way, I read your uncategorizable, terrific blog Pantaloons: Tykes on Poetry every day, Jack.

This is not the first time Ron Silliman has thrown a log onto the fire of my motivation to write. No, the first time he did this was in a letter to me in the late 1970's in response to a stapled chapbook Alan Davies had published of my writing. At that time my fire didn't need a log- it needed a match, some newspaper and a few hefty twigs. Ron supplied much more than that by including a work of mine in poetics in his anthology, "In The American Tree." Recently that respected anthology has been published in a new edition that included new bio notes by the writers, including a very nice memoir by Michael Gottlieb.

Thanks, Ron for your fine vote of confidence. Now all I have to do is live up to it!

11/24/99

Douglas, the May reading,
magic, a top hat, a high
table, the stage, the two
crystal balls (one a bit
smaller than the other), doves
flying out of my hands
towards the audience,
a blurb in artspeak,
families, en Famille,
Steve Clay, an explosion
of events so that all
are seen at once as in
a tarot reading. But the
families were in cubicles and its
the cubicles that exploded, an
implosion in the gene pool,
each getting into the act,
one by naming them, for example: (Bob,
Beryl, Michael, Toni on
the beach). A heterodox
instrument, this remembering,
which is always nothing more
than thinking back to a previous
moment, that pleasantly
didactic touch, where
words not only meant
something but touched each
other as well. Yes, there *is* such a
thing as saying a
name for the pure thrill of knowing
the person, sheer incandescence
of individuality, neon personas.
Back to the specific moment,
the specific person being a
specific mass of material
in a specific time and place.
There is an admixture of
molecules for sure, an
utterance that breaks
down class distinctions
into various manifestions
of family gatherings. Up close,
from another perspective "in your
face," the personalities merge to
create the human version of
a dwelling. A moment in a
dance also divides
into an infinite spread
of specificities. "Orange
is open"- the words appear,
so to speak (to speak so).
"Afterwawrds" is a "conglomerate."
Might be one manifestation.
Spills and thrills, riding
full speed straight out into the
sea.

Adjacency is not in question,
just as there is not a pause
in pronouns.

Again, why do the light
particles glittering on the
waves pose a question? Yes,
yes, I realize everything fits together
in order to subdivide. Every moment
is a kind of copying or
documentation. The place going
by in the clouds so sputtery
and small is another familiar
speck we greet hello to (and learn to tolerate).

(Taking notes for the next
Millenium, a spark and sputter
and the caw of a gull,
grateful for the sun not a
cloud in the sky. Hot. Very
hot. Summer hot.)

Yes, I noticed the way
my sputtering on about that annoyed Anochka,
and the way she disguised it so tactfully (Every word,
every time, a specific encompasses
memory, so maybe the
memories are stored in
words).

So that when they implode,
or when the memory
subdivides infinitely, (yes,
again, all three temporal
registers are invoked.)
everything building up to this
and ending with this,
destabilizing numerous
professional identities, what
a quack, what a caw,
a doctor, a shaman,
a poet, a magician,
a thief, a thief of ttime
that is, it's the only way.
Trying to stop time, at least
trying to slow it.

Supplies of time, supplies for
time, matador of time, so
delicately must I brush its
horns, for if I miss I will
be, I mean, if you are
already wondering if I'm
full of bull, there will be
no question if I miss, did
miss, or will miss what
will happen to me...

*

Like a dream, you can only
feel the beach by falling into
it. The sun presses on your
skin, the wind pushes
against it insistently, but
now gently.

The decided miracle
in a small event. Time:
the miniscule containing everything.

Douglas: Bill Simon
suggests you get supply
display cards for the Green
Integer Books. Barnes + Noble
lost the copy they received
for Bill, claiming it fell
behind a shelf.

"In a bureacracy such as
this there is little value in
befriending the important and
powerful. They will watch
you all the more closely."

The ears of the powerful.
Whose ears?

What if they restrain
you even more?

One character cringes.

One character believes he can get
away with everything.

A third character, a woman, is
friends with both of them, and
can't decide which one she
wants.But she leans towards
the man who takes chances.

They try to revise the
"chorus>" (Male and female actors).

"I bow before your fortuitous
and fortitudinous neutrality."

"Your indifference is paralyzing (and exciting)."

"Still, you are glued to your seat."

"Sweets to the sweet and farewell."

"Buffeting me, brusquely
flinging me aside, momentarily
you forget why you ever
listened in the first place."

"There is a limitless well
of feeling, like a fossil, dug
into the heart of all your
forgotten hurts."

"Every one of them was
revealed in a room with
a certain texture, people
dressed in a way particular to that
moment. Even the way
people picked things up
was different than the way
it is now. Take
one to watch and watch
them until they get out of
the chair. Watch their
eyes and watch the way they
turn. Watch the way they hand
something to you. Keep your
eyes slightly averted while
you are watching."

Every time has a certain ambience.
Think of the way "The Ice Storm"
captured the 70's. And, of course, how
Antonioni portrayed the 60's. And the
50's, perhaps John Ashbery (Pollack
then, Ashbery now.)

11/05/99

I keep losing track of ways
to apprehend durations, intervals
of time, relationships between
different types of time. Which
is why "Happy Birthday To
You" is the biggest hit of all
time. No matter what, it comes
down to relating it to your
age, the number of years gone
by.

What of the years when
time meant nothing at all?
When the only thing I could
relate to about the concept had
to do with how long I had
to wait for the adults to
finish whatever endless
thing it was they had to do.
This was "The Day The Earth Stood
Still?" But now it is the
opposite, it is so much better
when there is an opportunity to
slow down.

In a rush, it feels like
you have turned time's spigot
all lthe way. You are grabbing
time by the handfull, using
vast amounts of time to
attend to details- giving
time over to working things out with
or for other people.

11/19/99

Ah, response. So near and so
far away. I thought back to
times, times (unbelievably!)
even now sometimes are summoned forth by
the slenderest, the most gossamer
and opaque of details.

Each assertion actually comes
out to be a nod to somebody.
I climbed down the lines
of his poem as if I were
climbing down a ladder
into his most private
musings, musings which
appear at last on the
surface of a reflective surface,
some frozen liquid, ice
perhaps. Perhaps!
At last, a chance
to bathe in hesitations.
"Procrastination is the poetry
of our lives..." Charles
Bernstein- and a young
Bernstein at that.

Happy Bloomsday, Laurable! -fait accompli- hopes you have a terrific day! Scroll down a bit and find a little Bloomsday surprise waiting for you!

Bloomsday is next Monday, June 16. I have appropriated Bloomsday as my own holiday. This coming June will be my eighth celebrated Bloomsday.

Rule #1: Take the day off work as one does when observing holidays.

Rule #2: With the exception of rule number one, do not plan anything. Nothing. Not before the day. Not during the day.

Rule #3: Be symbolically aware. For further details e-mail me and hopefully I will recieve it.
posted by Laurable on 6/13/2003 03:41:43 PM | link

9/11/99

Behind every spate of messiness lies an undone task. You can tell- because after you've done it you *feel* like organizing.

6/20/99

Dribs and Drabs

1. The fading of ESP similar to the earlier fading of the aura. ESP depends on empathy. Premonitions have their base in the instinct to protect, not aggress against.

2. The hero doesn't really like groups. So s/he rises above them.

*

Quotations are apologies

3. Poverty offers a few
consolations, Seneca reminds
us. Such politics as this
doesn't easily lend itself to
the cause of liberalism, but
that would be a superficial
reading of stoicism. Poverty
forces an economics of use,
while luxury eventually must
resort to a metaphysics of use.
Poverty provokes a situational
or contextual access to
metaphysics.

4. Quotation (on the other
hand?) offers immediate,
while admittedly limited, access
to the sensation of discovery.

*

Premonitions at first appear
in dribs and drabs.They are\
like clues. A clue is like a
legend to an unknown or alien
environment. Premonitions
deepen curiosity, they
incite research.

5. Can "essay"- try to tell-
or report- as in, report
a conversation.

6. Presentiment-
something you notice but
cannot necessarilty comment
on- it has, as yet,
an known significance;
i.e. information you cannot categorize.

7. Going backward-changing
or revising things, as a kind of time
travel.

8. Letters to, or thoughts
toward.

9. An inner dialoge is
going on (Fairbairn: an
originary breakup of the
self as a self-protective
i.e. defensive maneuver.)
Only if I speak up (within)
to my inner monologue can
I answer it.

10. Even the tendency to write on
scraps of paper is an
attempt to evade the
given economy or system of
classification.

9/17/99

Toni: "History only remembers
those who change it."

9/23 Check find file for
poetry into film competition.

9/26 "Time" singing again and again
like a Greek chorus, different
each time, prolonged a little like
a raga.

Jimmy's movie suggestions

6th Sense
The Fallen
Virtuosity

10/2/99

From the standpoint of true
happiness all of the usual
props for enjoyment stand out
as superfluous.

An idea for a sentence
or an idea for a new
category of sentences.

Observe yourself in your
round of lesser events.
You move, again and
again, from place to
place. Look at it as if
you don't know how you
got there. Now, what
does this mean.

10/4/99

"You know much better than
me what is customary in
this land."

The failed poems streak
like falling stars across
the sea of understanding.
This is why a poem must
wear a mask. The poem that
announces itself
risks nol being
heard because somehow
it speaks out of turn.

It's hard to get people
to read what you write.
Keep writing anyway.

10/22/99

I'm less interested in
writing that makes me think
than in writing that
lets me think.

So much around and, even within me,
makes me think: news,
advertising, information. Yet other things,
let me think: music, the sea, poetry.

10/26/99

Toni's "bookstore spirit."

10/29/99

"I will be better readers."
Rod Smith
"In Memory of My Theories"

The Sunday, June 15th -fait accompli-(((((HOT)))))(((((BLOG)))) Bloglink Crush List is divided into four features:

First:* Blogwatch* (These Blogs Just In): They've Caught Our Eye and They Are (((((HOT)))))

Second:(((((Favorites))))): We read these every day: (((((HOT))))) Selections from previous Crush Lists

Third: (((((Bloglink Achievement Crush List))))): Our first choice in a new list of ongoing blogs that are, for -fait accompli- moving beyond Crush into (((((MORE)))

Fourth :Our Sunday, June 15 (((((HOT)))))(((((BLOG)))))Crush List


New Bloglink Crush List Feature: Blogwatch (These Blogs Just In)

These blogs are ((((HOT)))) and are new and exciting to us:

*~Aimee Nezhukumatathil's gila monster~*

Heaven...Mairead Byrne

Polis Is Eyes...James Cook

Whiskey River

Dumb Monkey

Solipsistic Gazette

Boynton

Caveat Lector

Keep Trying

Harlequin Knights

The Nightjar: A Logbook...Jean Gier

Zazie's Zone

this Public Address 3.0

Yoo Doo Right...Mike County

Crush List Favorites (We read these every day)

Scroll *Down* for this week's Crush List (Sunday, June 15)

prrrowess...Nada's Poems

abolone..Li Bloom

Human Verb...Noah Eli Gordon

tex files...Chris Murray

Parking Lot...Chris Corrigan

Chimera Song Mosaic...Deborah Wardlaw Pattillo

The Jetty...Cassie Lewis..

Rutabaga

No Starting Point...Emma Barnes

Never Neutral...Ernesto Priego

We Write To Taste Life Twice...Crystal King

Mysterium...Carlos Arribas

Arm Sasser...Carl Annarummo

Process Documents...Ryan Fitzpatrick

Love's Last Gasps...Eileen Tabios' Poem Journal

Topher Tune's Times...Christy Church

Ruminate...Chris Lott
Word Placement...Clayton A. Couch

Ptarmigan...Alan de Niro

Bellona Times...Ray Davis
Ironstone Whirlygig...Amanda Cook

Mike Snider's Formal Blog

I find it exciting to hear about the explosive growth of blogging, and the increasing public interest, but sometimes I wonder how deep are the roots and how long will it last? When I worry like this I like to think about blogs, particularly in the area I am working in, that contribute something of lasting effect almost every day. When I think of this I think of Laura Willey. No doubt she will win many real awards, but anyway, we have chosen her as the first on our Bloglife Achievement Crush List , Hopefully, there will be many more.

A Laurable Log...Laura Willey

the *fait accompli*- Bloglink Crush List for Sunday, June 15:

xtina.org....Christina Strong

Fuse

Nightjar 2...Jean Gier

Noahglass...Noah E.Glass

Five Fingers Strong...Alli Warren

Hiving...Jean Chu

In A Dark Time...Loren Webster

Wood s Lot...Mark Woods

Hatstuck and House (Arrest)...Stephen Kirbach

poetic grimoire and notions