Tim Yu on *Why I (Finally) Quit The Poetics List*
Tympan {click here}
Distribution Automatique
Tuesday, March 1
The Unbearable Lightness of Blogging
I've had occasion to mention that the Grand Army Plaza
branch of the Brooklyn Public Library is just a short
walk through Prospect Park from where I live now. Also,
since I've been travelling by subway to my Manhattan
office, I've gotten back into reading fiction, which is
the perfect activity for a train ride. Once or twice, I've
been so focused on my book, I've missed my stop.
Today I was browsing the "new fiction" shelves,
which has become a second home for me. Reading
fiction has somewhat cut into my blog time and
has almost completely eliminated watching t.v.- an
activity I never liked much anyway (except for the
Jon Stewart show, of course).
I noticed the woman checking out the shelf next
to me had a book in her hand I had just read and
checked back in a few days ago. The book,
*The Society of Others* is by William Nicholson,
the author of *Shadowlands*, one of Anthony
Hopkins' more run-of-the-mill movies,
(I take books out of the library by the dozen
and read only a handful of them). But this one
I read in a night or two, and then promptly forgot
about. But when I saw the book in my library
neighbor's hand, I blurted out: "That's a fabulous
book." She said, "Thank you," in a demure, but
grateful way, and we went back to our separate
searches. But then I thought about what I had just said
(I hadn't realized how much I had enjoyed the book)
and I thought about a few other things too.
I thought about the fact that books, libraries
and bookstores have always been my life's
blood, my home away from home. I noticed
I had dwelled on this a bit in my recent interview
with Tom Beckett. I realized, as I thought about
this further, that books, for me, are essentially
links, a way back to other people. They are a way
of being with people, thinking about them, wondering
about them, while also being somewhat away from
them. The are a bridge, Toni reminded me, and then
I thought again of Donald Winnicott's concept of
the "transitional object." Books are such objects
in the best possible way, because they offer
both a refuge and a mode of connection,
disconnection and reconnection,
and a center for concentration
and contemplation of self and others
Anyway, you can check out the first chapter of
the book at First Chapters-NY Times {click here}
2.
Gary, Nada, Toni and I enjoyed a day together at
Central Park this past Sunday checking out the Christo/Jeanne-Claude Gates. On the way up there on the train, Gary helped
me figure out how to use my
(relatively) new digital camera, since
he has a very similar one of the same brand. It was
fun to do this and I mentioned to him that I wondered
why it was that it is so much easier to figure things out
like this with someone else. Gary remarked simply-
"That's just the way it is. People need to do things like
this with other people." There it is again- just about
everything we do, everything we have and enjoy or love (also)
serves as a bridge, as a gate between us. Maybe it's
true, as someone said, that "good fences make good neighbors."
But the fact is, one of the most fascinating aspects
of it all is how these things
reconnect us; as Gary said, "this is how people are."
Gary reminded me also on this trip
that he had mentioned me among
his "influences"-I appreciated this-
and was reminded how much I had enjoyed Gary's
blog about the history of his influences, including
some photos of the books that had
been important to him, as well as a photo
of Nada.
3.
One of the books I took out earlier today was:
*The Unbearable Lightness of Being*
by Milan Kundera. The least I could do is read
the book, the title of which
I've been enjoying for years - and have recently have
been, in a way, (respectfully) parodying, for this column,
as you can see.
4.
Time to go- the Jon Stewart show
is on now.
I've had occasion to mention that the Grand Army Plaza
branch of the Brooklyn Public Library is just a short
walk through Prospect Park from where I live now. Also,
since I've been travelling by subway to my Manhattan
office, I've gotten back into reading fiction, which is
the perfect activity for a train ride. Once or twice, I've
been so focused on my book, I've missed my stop.
Today I was browsing the "new fiction" shelves,
which has become a second home for me. Reading
fiction has somewhat cut into my blog time and
has almost completely eliminated watching t.v.- an
activity I never liked much anyway (except for the
Jon Stewart show, of course).
I noticed the woman checking out the shelf next
to me had a book in her hand I had just read and
checked back in a few days ago. The book,
*The Society of Others* is by William Nicholson,
the author of *Shadowlands*, one of Anthony
Hopkins' more run-of-the-mill movies,
(I take books out of the library by the dozen
and read only a handful of them). But this one
I read in a night or two, and then promptly forgot
about. But when I saw the book in my library
neighbor's hand, I blurted out: "That's a fabulous
book." She said, "Thank you," in a demure, but
grateful way, and we went back to our separate
searches. But then I thought about what I had just said
(I hadn't realized how much I had enjoyed the book)
and I thought about a few other things too.
I thought about the fact that books, libraries
and bookstores have always been my life's
blood, my home away from home. I noticed
I had dwelled on this a bit in my recent interview
with Tom Beckett. I realized, as I thought about
this further, that books, for me, are essentially
links, a way back to other people. They are a way
of being with people, thinking about them, wondering
about them, while also being somewhat away from
them. The are a bridge, Toni reminded me, and then
I thought again of Donald Winnicott's concept of
the "transitional object." Books are such objects
in the best possible way, because they offer
both a refuge and a mode of connection,
disconnection and reconnection,
and a center for concentration
and contemplation of self and others
Anyway, you can check out the first chapter of
the book at First Chapters-NY Times {click here}
2.
Gary, Nada, Toni and I enjoyed a day together at
Central Park this past Sunday checking out the Christo/Jeanne-Claude Gates. On the way up there on the train, Gary helped
me figure out how to use my
(relatively) new digital camera, since
he has a very similar one of the same brand. It was
fun to do this and I mentioned to him that I wondered
why it was that it is so much easier to figure things out
like this with someone else. Gary remarked simply-
"That's just the way it is. People need to do things like
this with other people." There it is again- just about
everything we do, everything we have and enjoy or love (also)
serves as a bridge, as a gate between us. Maybe it's
true, as someone said, that "good fences make good neighbors."
But the fact is, one of the most fascinating aspects
of it all is how these things
reconnect us; as Gary said, "this is how people are."
Gary reminded me also on this trip
that he had mentioned me among
his "influences"-I appreciated this-
and was reminded how much I had enjoyed Gary's
blog about the history of his influences, including
some photos of the books that had
been important to him, as well as a photo
of Nada.
3.
One of the books I took out earlier today was:
*The Unbearable Lightness of Being*
by Milan Kundera. The least I could do is read
the book, the title of which
I've been enjoying for years - and have recently have
been, in a way, (respectfully) parodying, for this column,
as you can see.
4.
Time to go- the Jon Stewart show
is on now.
Sunday, February 27
Interview with Tom Beckett
Please check out the current edition of
e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s {click here}; Tom Beckett and I have been
hard at work on this interview for awhile now,
and I hope you like it. I have to mention that despite
that fact that I was a most difficult interviewee, Tom
stayed the course, remaining staunchly at the helm
through thick and thin. I must say I appreciate his dedication and
fortitude immensely. Thanks, Tom!
Please check out the current edition of
e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s {click here}; Tom Beckett and I have been
hard at work on this interview for awhile now,
and I hope you like it. I have to mention that despite
that fact that I was a most difficult interviewee, Tom
stayed the course, remaining staunchly at the helm
through thick and thin. I must say I appreciate his dedication and
fortitude immensely. Thanks, Tom!
Friday, February 25
Opening "The Gates"
Although Toni was very enthusiastic about the Christo
and Jeanne-Claude Gates on our first two visits,
today's jaunt finally left me ebullant as well. Toni had
heard that the Harlem Meer (up around West 110th Street) is
one of the most beautiful spots for viewing the Gates in the park.
The sun breaking through clouds, looking out
across a huge open area covered with snow,
with the venerable Central Park residences serving as a backdrop,
the Gates stuttered across the snow, like orange frames in a silent movie,
while we excitedly discussed our responses, when suddenly
one of the long pointer-with-green-tennis ball bearing
guides came up from behind and spoke to us. Had we received
one of the small pieces of cloth being given out,
(we had asked a few guides, unsuccessfully for these)
and had we taken a picture of
Christo himself? She handed us each one of the
sought-after little golden squares of the vinyl material
that forms the cloth part of the gates, saying that when
it's over, all that will be left are are the photos, the little pieces of
material and our memories. We never caught sight of Christo,
but we did learn that all the materials will be recycled.
The guide explained that Christo wants the memories and
photos to be the only physical remains of the artwork.
I admire this, just as I admired Robert Smithson's work, like his Sprial Jetty,
made to be exerienced and understood outside the gallery and museum system
then to disappear into time and philosophical musings.
Toni and I had shared plenty of these (Toni liked that I called the Gates
"philosophy in a bottle"); plenty more discussions like this,
I am sure, will keep taking place during and well
after the disappearance of the 23 miles of columns,
their golden pennants rustling in the wind.
Then Toni took me to the Art =/ Functional Design show at the
Cooper-Hewitt. Toni was disappointed that most of the
Albers furniture pieces were taken off view due to "problems with the humidity."
Toni is a textile designer and explained that
Annie Albers is her textile design mentor and guide.
We were delightfully
surprised to discover in this show numerous examples of Richard Tuttle's
drop dead beautiful furniture designs, as well as
striking pieces by Scott Burton, Dan Flavin, Sol Lewitt and
Rachel Whitehead. I spent some time copying out some of the
thought-provoking quotations printed
on the wall as accompaniying inspiration
to the show. Sorry that we went only on the
Friday before the closing. But if you haven't been,
hurry over soon: you have until Sunday.
On the wall at the design show were the words of Richard Tuttle,
Scott Burton, Joseph Albers,
Oscar Wilde, and others.
Albers: "Thinking in situations is just as important as thinking
in conclusions."
And Wilde:
"I have found that all ugly things are made by
those who strive to make something beautiful,
and that all beautiful things
are made by those who strive to make something useful."
The Wilde quote brought me back to our conversation obout the
towering, time and culture defying/defining/expanding artistic accomplishment
of Frederick Law Olmstead and this current tribute
in the form of Christo and Jeanne-Claude's Gates.
What I loved about the Conceptual Art movement of the 70's connects
not only to the Gates and to the ideals behind the Minimalist design show-
but in part has to do with what I most loved about the 60's themselves. For a brief
moment, the less material, more generous, spiritual side
of recent social and artistic movements were in the ascendent.
The Gates, after a quite a bit of looking, and quite of bit of
walking, a little luck with the weather (hadn't Christo said that the orange
was meant to been seen against crystal reflections of the snow?)
and a willingness to let some of the cynicism, billiousness and jadedness of our own
relatively narrow era subside in order to allow those orange vibes to
penetrate the eyes and soul, leading, hopefully, to an opening
of The Gates. These gates are surely the same as the famed Blakian "doors
of perception", not merely the Gates so temporarily hammered into the
Central park pavement, but the ones that reside,
more or less permanently, in all of us.
Maybe a trifle corny for the year 2005, but, as Blake put it,
echoed by Aldous Huxley, and, more recently, by Jim Morrison:
"If the doors of perception were cleansed,
every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite."
Anyway, two more days for both shows.
Although Toni was very enthusiastic about the Christo
and Jeanne-Claude Gates on our first two visits,
today's jaunt finally left me ebullant as well. Toni had
heard that the Harlem Meer (up around West 110th Street) is
one of the most beautiful spots for viewing the Gates in the park.
The sun breaking through clouds, looking out
across a huge open area covered with snow,
with the venerable Central Park residences serving as a backdrop,
the Gates stuttered across the snow, like orange frames in a silent movie,
while we excitedly discussed our responses, when suddenly
one of the long pointer-with-green-tennis ball bearing
guides came up from behind and spoke to us. Had we received
one of the small pieces of cloth being given out,
(we had asked a few guides, unsuccessfully for these)
and had we taken a picture of
Christo himself? She handed us each one of the
sought-after little golden squares of the vinyl material
that forms the cloth part of the gates, saying that when
it's over, all that will be left are are the photos, the little pieces of
material and our memories. We never caught sight of Christo,
but we did learn that all the materials will be recycled.
The guide explained that Christo wants the memories and
photos to be the only physical remains of the artwork.
I admire this, just as I admired Robert Smithson's work, like his Sprial Jetty,
made to be exerienced and understood outside the gallery and museum system
then to disappear into time and philosophical musings.
Toni and I had shared plenty of these (Toni liked that I called the Gates
"philosophy in a bottle"); plenty more discussions like this,
I am sure, will keep taking place during and well
after the disappearance of the 23 miles of columns,
their golden pennants rustling in the wind.
Then Toni took me to the Art =/ Functional Design show at the
Cooper-Hewitt. Toni was disappointed that most of the
Albers furniture pieces were taken off view due to "problems with the humidity."
Toni is a textile designer and explained that
Annie Albers is her textile design mentor and guide.
We were delightfully
surprised to discover in this show numerous examples of Richard Tuttle's
drop dead beautiful furniture designs, as well as
striking pieces by Scott Burton, Dan Flavin, Sol Lewitt and
Rachel Whitehead. I spent some time copying out some of the
thought-provoking quotations printed
on the wall as accompaniying inspiration
to the show. Sorry that we went only on the
Friday before the closing. But if you haven't been,
hurry over soon: you have until Sunday.
On the wall at the design show were the words of Richard Tuttle,
Scott Burton, Joseph Albers,
Oscar Wilde, and others.
Albers: "Thinking in situations is just as important as thinking
in conclusions."
And Wilde:
"I have found that all ugly things are made by
those who strive to make something beautiful,
and that all beautiful things
are made by those who strive to make something useful."
The Wilde quote brought me back to our conversation obout the
towering, time and culture defying/defining/expanding artistic accomplishment
of Frederick Law Olmstead and this current tribute
in the form of Christo and Jeanne-Claude's Gates.
What I loved about the Conceptual Art movement of the 70's connects
not only to the Gates and to the ideals behind the Minimalist design show-
but in part has to do with what I most loved about the 60's themselves. For a brief
moment, the less material, more generous, spiritual side
of recent social and artistic movements were in the ascendent.
The Gates, after a quite a bit of looking, and quite of bit of
walking, a little luck with the weather (hadn't Christo said that the orange
was meant to been seen against crystal reflections of the snow?)
and a willingness to let some of the cynicism, billiousness and jadedness of our own
relatively narrow era subside in order to allow those orange vibes to
penetrate the eyes and soul, leading, hopefully, to an opening
of The Gates. These gates are surely the same as the famed Blakian "doors
of perception", not merely the Gates so temporarily hammered into the
Central park pavement, but the ones that reside,
more or less permanently, in all of us.
Maybe a trifle corny for the year 2005, but, as Blake put it,
echoed by Aldous Huxley, and, more recently, by Jim Morrison:
"If the doors of perception were cleansed,
every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite."
Anyway, two more days for both shows.
Thursday, February 24
There's Always A First Time
Since you're reading this online, of course
you probably have, but if you never have
try publishing online- we think you'll enjoy it.
Tom Beckett's issue of MiPoesias- submission page {click here}
Since you're reading this online, of course
you probably have, but if you never have
try publishing online- we think you'll enjoy it.
Tom Beckett's issue of MiPoesias- submission page {click here}
Tuesday, February 22
Drunken Boat #7
Ravi Shankar, editor of *Drunken Boat*, just
posted a terrific international edition of this
online mag; includes quicktime videos,
sound art, web art, still photography, prose, poetry
and translations.
Right now at Drunken Boat #7 {click here}
(via SUNY/Buffalo Poetics list)
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Poetry Movie
Mark Young's witty contribution to
As/Is {click here}
Ravi Shankar, editor of *Drunken Boat*, just
posted a terrific international edition of this
online mag; includes quicktime videos,
sound art, web art, still photography, prose, poetry
and translations.
Right now at Drunken Boat #7 {click here}
(via SUNY/Buffalo Poetics list)
*************************************************************
Poetry Movie
Mark Young's witty contribution to
As/Is {click here}
Monday, February 21
Visual Poetry Show Opens at Dudley House March 3rd
One of my photocollages will be included in the upcoming show in Cambridge, Mass which will be posted as a website on March 3rd as well. Click the url below to see the website for last year's show, which included work by Miekel And, Nico Vassilakis, John M. Bennett, Michael Basinski, August Highland, Steve Dalachinsky and others.
Dudley House at Harvard Visual Poetry Exhibition {click here}
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Against Interpretation
Susan Sontag {click here}
We recently posted a quote from Yeats' poem *Second Coming* and a few words about the poem that
led to some interesting discussion among the blogs. A google search on Yeats and the poem
led to some interesting information. For one thing, it is one
of the most frequently posted poems (no surprise, considering its relevance). While some of
the interpretations, based on Yeats' own life and ideas were valuable, one of the links brought to mind the famous Sontag essay , worth reviewing; also in honor of her recent passing,we felt it worthwhile to take a moment to recall Sontag's many important contributions.
One of my photocollages will be included in the upcoming show in Cambridge, Mass which will be posted as a website on March 3rd as well. Click the url below to see the website for last year's show, which included work by Miekel And, Nico Vassilakis, John M. Bennett, Michael Basinski, August Highland, Steve Dalachinsky and others.
Dudley House at Harvard Visual Poetry Exhibition {click here}
********************************************************
Against Interpretation
Susan Sontag {click here}
We recently posted a quote from Yeats' poem *Second Coming* and a few words about the poem that
led to some interesting discussion among the blogs. A google search on Yeats and the poem
led to some interesting information. For one thing, it is one
of the most frequently posted poems (no surprise, considering its relevance). While some of
the interpretations, based on Yeats' own life and ideas were valuable, one of the links brought to mind the famous Sontag essay , worth reviewing; also in honor of her recent passing,we felt it worthwhile to take a moment to recall Sontag's many important contributions.
Sunday, February 20
"The Hardest Working Husband In America"
Adding a cool and touching photo,
Michael Gates offers a few words about Arthur Miller
right now on
Twists and Turns {click here}
Adding a cool and touching photo,
Michael Gates offers a few words about Arthur Miller
right now on
Twists and Turns {click here}
Friday, February 18
re: The Centre Will Not Hold
In addition to a thoughtful response from
a reader, Jordan Stempleton posted the
following response to our Yeats discussion
on his fine blog, Growing Nation {click here}
In addition to a thoughtful response from
a reader, Jordan Stempleton posted the
following response to our Yeats discussion
on his fine blog, Growing Nation {click here}
Thursday, February 17
The Centre Will Not Hold
These lines from Yeats preoccupy me lately
(lots of other people are thinking about them also, I’m quite sure)
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity..."
Who knows why, but even when this poem, or
what it is telling me, creates quite a
degree of dark anxiety, it helps to see, in such
a poem, words that encompass a great degree
of how it feels to exist right now in a confused
and confusing world...
Today I thought about the line: "the best
lack all conviction." The difficulty in experiencing
so much ambivalence (example: I like where I
live but I despise and fear many
of this nation's governmental policies) is that
it becomes so necessary to seriously question,
repeatedly, all my basic convictions. This, in
turn, makes feeling whole hearted about anything
more and more difficult. This is the challenge
of this amazing poem, and even
more, the incredibly challenging
contemporary existential situation
it so succinctly describes
These lines from Yeats preoccupy me lately
(lots of other people are thinking about them also, I’m quite sure)
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity..."
Who knows why, but even when this poem, or
what it is telling me, creates quite a
degree of dark anxiety, it helps to see, in such
a poem, words that encompass a great degree
of how it feels to exist right now in a confused
and confusing world...
Today I thought about the line: "the best
lack all conviction." The difficulty in experiencing
so much ambivalence (example: I like where I
live but I despise and fear many
of this nation's governmental policies) is that
it becomes so necessary to seriously question,
repeatedly, all my basic convictions. This, in
turn, makes feeling whole hearted about anything
more and more difficult. This is the challenge
of this amazing poem, and even
more, the incredibly challenging
contemporary existential situation
it so succinctly describes
Saturday, February 12
Everything for Everybody
Every now and then, a link appears
on my site meter that
jumps out at me. Today I noticed
eye peasant-written creation links {click here}.
and sure, especially around
::fait accompli's:: birthday time,
I was happy to see we were listed.
But also, something about that list of links, and
also probably because I'm reading
Bob Dylan's autobiography right now, I was
reminded of something that only could have happened
in the 60's called
Everything for Everybody {click here}.
Everything for Everybody
was an idea that
reeked of hope, that sent
out good vibes whenever
you saw the name.
I also thought of it because I noted
Josh Corey's (Cahiers de Corey) {click here}
disappointment to see so many blogs close
down recently.
Blogging reminds me a lot of
*Everything for Everybody* because
nearly anyone
who wants to can participate,
and because the emphasis is
on freely giving and sharing; just the thought
of it seems an impossibility right now, but,
there it is, and here we are! The point is to
enjoy it while we have it, and welcome new
bloggers and blogs. And that's the idea behind
eye peasant-written creation links {click here}.
As in the 60's- we are everywhere! So just
let them find us!
Every now and then, a link appears
on my site meter that
jumps out at me. Today I noticed
eye peasant-written creation links {click here}.
and sure, especially around
::fait accompli's:: birthday time,
I was happy to see we were listed.
But also, something about that list of links, and
also probably because I'm reading
Bob Dylan's autobiography right now, I was
reminded of something that only could have happened
in the 60's called
Everything for Everybody {click here}.
Everything for Everybody
was an idea that
reeked of hope, that sent
out good vibes whenever
you saw the name.
I also thought of it because I noted
Josh Corey's (Cahiers de Corey) {click here}
disappointment to see so many blogs close
down recently.
Blogging reminds me a lot of
*Everything for Everybody* because
nearly anyone
who wants to can participate,
and because the emphasis is
on freely giving and sharing; just the thought
of it seems an impossibility right now, but,
there it is, and here we are! The point is to
enjoy it while we have it, and welcome new
bloggers and blogs. And that's the idea behind
eye peasant-written creation links {click here}.
As in the 60's- we are everywhere! So just
let them find us!
Friday, February 11
Today is Our Second Birthday!
::fait accompli:: opened on 2/11/03 with this post
first post {click here}
Thanks for your links and responses, and for reading
::fait accompli::
write to us at: nickpoetique@earthlink.net
or click on the word *contact*
on the welcome bar above
snail mail, including books or magazines
to be listed or reviewed to:
680 West End Avenue, Suite lF
New York, NY 10025
::fait accompli:: opened on 2/11/03 with this post
first post {click here}
Thanks for your links and responses, and for reading
::fait accompli::
write to us at: nickpoetique@earthlink.net
or click on the word *contact*
on the welcome bar above
snail mail, including books or magazines
to be listed or reviewed to:
680 West End Avenue, Suite lF
New York, NY 10025
Monday, February 7
Paging Dr. Mayhew, paging Dr. Mayhew!
of Bemsha Swing {click here}.
Dr Jonathan Mayhew says he got his Ph.D. in Comparative Lit and he knows what he's talking about; he says Bruce Andrews is a hip-hop artist. Well, he may be right. Although i read every word Bruce wrote in the 70's, I read him now about as often as i listen to hip-hop, maybe less, because I hear hip-hop sometimes walking down the street, and on the subway, and I read an Andrews poem now if I come across it for about as long as I willingly listen to hip-hop- about 3 seconds. Except, of course, on the Dave Chappelle show. That is different. But if what you need is kick-ass writing, and you like it in- your-face, then BA is the poet for you.
Also, Dr Mayhew told us he didn't much care for Karl Shapiro, who gave him his only B in college. Now, he tells me, he doesn't remember what he said about KS. I took out a book of Karl Shapiro's essays recently from the library and it made me want to vomit. Possibly the most dogmatic, narrow-minded baloney I've read in years. Glad I didn't buy it.
Keep those prescriptions coming, Dr Mayhew!
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I Sure As Hell Need A Laugh Department
Donald Barthelme on the Rise of Capitalism
Barthelme {click here}
via wood s lot {click here}
of Bemsha Swing {click here}.
Dr Jonathan Mayhew says he got his Ph.D. in Comparative Lit and he knows what he's talking about; he says Bruce Andrews is a hip-hop artist. Well, he may be right. Although i read every word Bruce wrote in the 70's, I read him now about as often as i listen to hip-hop, maybe less, because I hear hip-hop sometimes walking down the street, and on the subway, and I read an Andrews poem now if I come across it for about as long as I willingly listen to hip-hop- about 3 seconds. Except, of course, on the Dave Chappelle show. That is different. But if what you need is kick-ass writing, and you like it in- your-face, then BA is the poet for you.
Also, Dr Mayhew told us he didn't much care for Karl Shapiro, who gave him his only B in college. Now, he tells me, he doesn't remember what he said about KS. I took out a book of Karl Shapiro's essays recently from the library and it made me want to vomit. Possibly the most dogmatic, narrow-minded baloney I've read in years. Glad I didn't buy it.
Keep those prescriptions coming, Dr Mayhew!
*******************************************************
I Sure As Hell Need A Laugh Department
Donald Barthelme on the Rise of Capitalism
Barthelme {click here}
via wood s lot {click here}
Sunday, February 6
*still. harmless enough*
*here. and here*
*tattoos .all kinds*
(all from *finish your phrase*2003)
*first line index.03*
are three stunning page turner chapbooks by Brother Tom Murphy whose
finish your phrase {click here} remains one of the most compulsively readable weblogs on the internet. Prescribed for all that ails you. Read one, three times a day, and call me in the morning!
published by
Cat Press
999 mclinley avenue
mundelein, illinois 60060
(from *here. and here*)
"can you for once give up the lines...a ploy
to convince no one...that yr modern enough...
unsingable lines...without artsong credentials...
lines...sizzling to waukegan...taking no chances...
in a book...yr theory went blue...and coughed blood"
*here. and here*
*tattoos .all kinds*
(all from *finish your phrase*2003)
*first line index.03*
are three stunning page turner chapbooks by Brother Tom Murphy whose
finish your phrase {click here} remains one of the most compulsively readable weblogs on the internet. Prescribed for all that ails you. Read one, three times a day, and call me in the morning!
published by
Cat Press
999 mclinley avenue
mundelein, illinois 60060
(from *here. and here*)
"can you for once give up the lines...a ploy
to convince no one...that yr modern enough...
unsingable lines...without artsong credentials...
lines...sizzling to waukegan...taking no chances...
in a book...yr theory went blue...and coughed blood"
Saturday, February 5
Tympan {click here} is back
with a long awaited update from Tim Yu. I'll let him tell you all about it himself,
but I am glad to congratulate him and applaud the good news about
his wife Robin.
with a long awaited update from Tim Yu. I'll let him tell you all about it himself,
but I am glad to congratulate him and applaud the good news about
his wife Robin.
Wednesday, February 2
This just in from Heriberto Yepez:
"Remember that piece you wrote on your blog and I translated for a magazine? The mag is now out--really cool one--and your piece is in it. You can see a fragment of it in the mag's web:
Bush, la represion sexual y la politica dela paranoia {click here}
Saludos!,
h."
________
Heriberto Yepez'
post on
Mexperimental {click here}
Bush and The Politics of Paranoia as posted
on ::fait accompli::
November 7, 2004
Bush and the Politics of Paranoia {click here}
"Remember that piece you wrote on your blog and I translated for a magazine? The mag is now out--really cool one--and your piece is in it. You can see a fragment of it in the mag's web:
Bush, la represion sexual y la politica dela paranoia {click here}
Saludos!,
h."
________
Heriberto Yepez'
post on
Mexperimental {click here}
Bush and The Politics of Paranoia as posted
on ::fait accompli::
November 7, 2004
Bush and the Politics of Paranoia {click here}
Tuesday, February 1
Three things in human life are important. The first is to be
kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.
- Henry James
*************************************************************
Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in
life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the
graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved.
The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the
door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff
around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured
by these.
- Susan B. Anthony
kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.
- Henry James
*************************************************************
Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in
life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the
graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved.
The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the
door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff
around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured
by these.
- Susan B. Anthony
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