Sunday, March 1, 2009
where she's wearing the A on her chest
and then they hang her in the park or atleast
throw stones at her worn out tattered clothing it
doesn't even hold a body anymore it
only shreads of doing the right thing and
then being chased
so glad this isn't current gossip
every happy facet in life and pitter patter
rabbit feet on a trail to some desolation peak
where your heart drops like eyes to the ground, cartoon
eyes infatuated with your heart or persona -- aren't they
the same? i never know what to think when i don't get
nervous anymore -- i like that but i want something to
quake under pressure and demand explosion or atleast
tempt fate because he said it is all predetermined and i
haven't even established political prosady yet i
i want you to know that i want
you to believe in yourself to not
need me or anyone else and to
not feel alone or like anyone's gunna
leave you or not have breakfast = let's face it
there's always gunnabe breakfast even it it's just the sun
and a broken egg yolk in a pan with some t.v.
i want to know about your dehydrated fountain bed that you stood
locked above in your prison
i saw your self frozen in time and lost
a tree that never blooms that part of your face
passion aint unknown to the free air and cherish is a lithia water facet
vaulted ceilings invite every experience and none at all
take chances to stab at a universal entrance
everything else takes far too long ( and DNA never changes)--
only you missed one part, the one that never discloses friendship
Saturday, February 28, 2009
what is slam poetry?
its ordinary. its usual. its conversation that has been taken apart and put back together. it follows a general structure, rhyme pattern, similiar content: rise up from oppresion, uplift, common exerience; it's accesible without study of other poetic materials, tonical, event related. (source: physical therapist at evos & i engaged in "criticial community conversation" (C.C.C.) on the subject)
Such thing as a pertetual motion machine : wherein all things are changing.. or is this an illusion?
First of all, Bruce Andrew's concept of the P.M.M (perpetual motion machine) has to do with words. The P.M.M does not support an inherant crystaline purity of the word. There can be no inherant trust in the word to do its job of conveying, thus the perpetual motion machine creates movement and a new structure (of word to convey idea)
I'm not sure if any of that makes sense.. but i'll tell you.. that actor had an entirely different set of commentary -- which i do appreciate. something to the depth of "the perpetual motion machine itself is an illusion because..." and the idea that "material can neither be created nor destroyed -- it just changes form". he went on to say that a woman has all the eggs in her body and thus her daughter already lives inside of her. so my question for the actor is: does each character live inside you?
Dropping into that poetic space or inbetween breaths like a saturday morning with music in the coffee shop or fresh european brew. in and entry = people engage. some want beyond transformative and seem to know god, while others experience others as ordinary and structured. once, there are bars between me and a survey i hop up a distinguished water bed with a rabbit. that's the best, cause its towards the actor and as an afterthought, i liked the bars
bars == does structure lead to openess? In my survey yes, structure to climb and papers passing through black space between bars, once, twice and a third with a rabbit. Given structure language poets respond with dramatic openess: RAdical Praxis within structure: as in words floating through space and syntax, a perpetual motion machine.
most people said yes structure leads to dramatic openness, but No, when my life is ordered and structured it is NOT more free. two diff. answers to essentially the same question. what's the diff?
thanks, thats all for today -- i'll have to organize somemore
Friday, February 27, 2009
true -- i've got the rabbit with me and katya even liked it..she's eight. they like to hold it and its a teddy bunny or something -- atleast that's what i had in mind for her birthday. can't keep consciousness streaming any longer-- the nap in the park today was my highlight and sometimes i pretend that i know what i'm saying about gossip and community involvement -- though i do believe in its potential to unify
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
"sometimes words themselves don't have any meaning & what we really want is a show on the page"
lyrics are like "all the children of the land of snow pay absolute tribute to you" as they speak to the poet, sister of the dali lama. the songs are of exile of the sun --> dali lama, and the moon & stars --> other dali blanks. gossip is not idle talk like wiki says -- it is so cohesive and grounded! my god, this is community building! i had a weekend last week and i had all gossip and no community. is there a poetic community? yes, more poets now than ever, thanks to blogs and cosmic spider webs. is there a community? is ashland a community? this weekend didn't show me that -- there is potential, and i've a community, but as for the larger spectrum -- help us please
in the spirit of talking points, which really orders reality (i.e) = equals = "writing responds with dramatic openess" when undergoing contraint, i will proceed: first of all, i was an escort. Brook needed to go out and she couldn't walk alone. she might have been left there in the house had the street to her duplex not led me there. she washed her hair in a bottle of tibetan rose water, obviously not banned due to political content. it's imported and fair trade, and i know she doesn't have a lot of money, but she just had to do it for spiritual reasons -- well said. next, while escorting, the stars shown. and when arrived, me very capricorn, though in a piscean manner, checked the carriage/bike trailor for a child. i had been with the bike-trailor-child's-mother eariler in the day, having found her at the food store. she beckoned me to her house where we smoked a spliff with zach and the framed indian picture.
from the deck we left the bike trailor from our thoughts and brook smoked some american spirit tobacco from the blue pouch. she prays with tobacco, but when she gets distracted and forgets to pray, she just gives thanks, on the deck to the tobacco gods and the framed indian picture, although she doesn't know it.
1. i go to the food store when i'm looking for someone to do something with -- it never fails
2. i hover around dari, the child who rides in the bike stroller, and it was his mother who....
continuing, as any good escort, i walked brook to the door. i would have stayed but i didn't have my ID or anything, even though brook brought me $3 for the cover. the door guys took her in, and i, in any sort of demuir manner a capricorn, early in piscean adventures, psychically moved in to hug brook good bye, although not physically, at which point the door man said, "and you're both 21 i suppose".. so brook gave him the $6 bucks she had and he didn't seem to mind the cover was $5 .. each obviously to his own.. "all night you're going to find out why you're here" brook told me, i knew for a reason she was a truth speaker because all day (since 5) i had been trying to go home and people held me out until now...
night proceeded with some friends by the fire and brook even got one of them to buy us drinks although i'm not so inta horny toads... deschuttes was off tap.. the music was alright until later and that's when we started to dance. yay, but inbetween this we hung out with our extremely horny friends who bought up horny toads.. somehow they have money... and are horny... horny money.. yes...
jason took us outside and we watched through the windows, like any good aquarian counterpart.. (always enjoying watching and exemplifying the connatations of language.. 'i want to do you" versus "i want to bed you" like the actor said to me.. doing you happens in the laundry room, between the dryers.. and bedding.. well that's the shakespeare actors' tongue for ya.. but jason thinks it has to do with granny panties and hot cereal. hot cereal and getting tucked in.. sounds warm :)
when we went to go back inside.. all smitten and so.. (i just saw jason in my third eye as i wrote that..) we saw a cop by the bike trailor... there was fog on the zipped up front part and when people breathed we could see their breath in the air.. i stood by and Brook supported and i gave the cop a word or two.. though the mother said I WAS babysitting.. i told him.. "i have been a caretaker for the child" when he asked me the very same question. i'm open to talking to DHS for her, it's not a matter of anything but the truth and give or take some ill decisions, i know she loves that kid more than most things
the music got better, my sisters were raging and i didn't even know it was them on the mike.. they brought the truth straight and live and true, like the arrow i've left at home in it's quiver.. raged and raging.. we lost jason to the wind and ali soon became part escort. i tried to bring them to MY house for some warm milk.. it is a couple mile walk through the forest.. and we scarcely made it past the plaza. though once at ali's (warm) house we slept in a bed of velvet pillows and dreamed common dreams. we had warm (chocolate) milk, and dehydrated kale "chips".. that rah, mon. what's the point of all this?
i have a community but i'm dissapointed in ashland's. Why were the cops called? crucial question one. whoever called felt like shit and he should have been more couragous. it takes courage to go up on the deck and say "hey! hey you bitches! whose baby is this? i'm so worried, i wanna call the cops!" .. but no, the cops were just called without warning. when does the community step up to make sure everyone is accounted for. fuck me standing over the 13 month baby at two am outside the bar with the fog on the bike trailor cover!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Zukofsky and Stein
Controversy over name
1. Michael Greer's article, "Ideology and Theory in Recent Experimental Writing or, the Naming of 'Language Poetry,'"
2. Bob Perelman, The Marginalization of Poetry
3. Lyn Hejinian, The Language of Inquiry,
4. Barrett Watten, The Constructivist Moment
5. Ron Silliman, The New Sentence
6. Charles Bernstein, My Way: Speeches and Poems.
· Language Poetry, Language Writing, Language centered, L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E , what is
1. (before) Pent up and stuffy - “challenge ‘natural’ presense of speaker behind text” (Wiki) "I keep painting until i've painted myself out of the picture"
2. Disjunction - texture - reader is important
3. Materiality of the signifier (what?)
1. Metonymy, synecdoche, paratactical structures
2. Engage with what you’re reading (message)
3. Texture and you’re important (three dots) participate in creation!– 4-D
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
endangered species list 2012)
cultural preservers of lang. be
for primative vibrazeshuns
mon root indigenous rattles
late tulips cold frost distinguish
trilobyte bloom and shrivel, die! die!
Is poetry going extinct, mon --
rattles rattles the moon me list)
computers sound computers poll-
ution - blogs sound bite ruckus
wonder ever so hear me voice
rattles rattles and primitive vibraze
shuns indigenous root mon, die! die!
Monday, February 9, 2009
"Ursonate" i'd say is akin to fantasia somehow -- sounds project balls on a black and green stage and it's really something magical -- straight out of the seventh dimension (that's some high consciousness) "Messa di Voce" puts me at his mercy and i am a believer
Kenneth Goldsmith drives me nuts! so disorienting, such an audio picture of the media, a moment in the air, the ears of the bees and humingbirds flying sideways and jacked up on soda pop -- akin to free radicals in the air and our bodies -- painful-- sneering-- praying -- then i just can't take it any longer -- this is worse than waterboarding (maybe not) -- very important representation of society, and sound, and sound abuse, thanks kenny g
more action below the pink suit:
Hugo Ball germain words floating through space and nice to listen to it's melodic -- like something to listen to when i'm staring at the wall or doing the dishes -- scrub scrub and melodies like sweetness -- the woman though, Marie Osmond, she's got some conviction -- i stop the dishes and remove my apron to chop some veggies or turn an ear of corn though rich lavious butter... butter...
i can get into Tristan Tzara especially L'amita Cherche Une Maison..." which i'd say stands proud against some of his other works because he's brought in his friends here and i'm at the opera with my theatre glasses and all -- i love the opera and i love the voices -- he embodies all though a unified sound -- he says DADA is a virgin microbe
not much on Kurt Schwitters though i don't do the dishes with him.. i watch his art
i'm writing a nursing essay on them
only difference is that here they relish
in their niche filled crack undefineable
by the structures put in place by the
establishment to be different is to be
the same and to be yourself is to be
something surviving in a crack i think
of cockroaches since they would survive
in a crack if the entire infostructure
collapsed in on itself i really enjoy the
lack of infostructure and this crack
enjoyed my niche there that's said:
cultures no writing rather poetry as tradition passed
down fr performer to performer to the best of one's
memory the performer held template in mind and fr
remembrance continued the legacy pre-literate pple
Notably a post modern phenomenon organizations like
(National Endowment for the Arts) recognize perform-
ance art though illegitamize performance poetry no no
how to transcribe submit a tape? Inherant probl. & so
we find the meaning implied in performance poetry
Peaking in the 80's hott scenes on the three coasts:
some names: Raul Salinas, Konstantyn K. Kuzminsky,
Joy Cole, Hedwig Gorski, Roxy Gordon, Ricardo Sanchez,
Harryette Mullen click for more info please
Plurality evokes audience participation never a loss
for input and ever evolving renditions poet in control
and such as to remember the origin in tribal lands
communities pre-literate and performance oriented
"the poem on the page was like a musical score; not fully intelligible until sounded"
akin to Olsen's emphasis on the breath .. tha ...
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Entitled: "Obama '08—Act Like We Know"
This really deserves some introduction -- i know its so true that the sixtys are past us that the activists don't fill the street spouting poetry through their limbs in a manner of expression and exploitation of a system failed to them... i really get this and so Baraka is the standing man to account that this actually happened.. pple be so disorganized these days.. words don't carry the same damn meanin.. harder to get a rise.. a raise.. a rise... not so suprising and totally fragmented bording on schitzo... still baraka... he attests to the times... the activism brought forth by poets of the past and he's got some things to spout out his flower hole:
first: private monies and lobbying -- "the less we do the less we can expect Barak Obama to respond to us" and Baraka attests that yes, money does speak the loudest but that ain't shit cause Obama dowin' the big monie fronts at the heart of Capitalist shenanigans!
second: capitalist shenanigans! Obama is changing the U.S. political structure -- he ain't gonna let even his best of pple standing by him to represent if they got tax fraud -- like OBama said - there aren't two laws: one for priority people and one for the common people
i'll stop numbering now -- i just wanna point out that Baraka is tellin it how it is - he's got a political voice and i don't think he'll ever stop puttin it to use -- isn't this the direction we want to take - -is he someone we can draw from to come together?
I will make a statement about the generation much supported by the lazy american too large culturation: there is a whole hell of a lot of talkin and not so much action : baraka is telling us this is what haunts our movment - the error -- the talking about the revolution and the balking
he empowers the blacks and i appreciate that esp. now that we got a black man runnin things and i'd like to see some black pple stepping up cause we sure as hell ready for their flava -- he spouts on that our earlier black leaders are delusions -- they be like a "negro is a bow to the civil rights movement" -- he supports Obama in the same way he supported lincoln-- his former incarnation
Absolutely explicit, trying society's preconceived notion of security through his own absense of preconceived notion of writing. The "All is permitted" vibration, Baraka demands complete freedom in expression through poetry - all of which introduced in "How You Sound" 1959.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
So what if a poem can't "be got at with one reading.." --surely something is gonna get on with the the earnesty to "take your chances and avoid being logical" --
Personism implies the function of aries -- like happens through [in-ur-shuh] in a velociraptor vacuum -- implies a.) the property of matter by which poet retains set state of velocity so long as un acted upon by set external force be it sunshine docks bay god bagel-- there is no forethought and no regret -- instinctual action warrants instant rewards unlike formulas persistant in the pace of the fittest winged renegade of freedom -- for regret is not in the flow and you shouldn't be either way
Last night someone told me that nature is perfect a dot or something, maybe tetrahedral blot marks -- i still can't remember why she said room last time
i actually really like Frank O'Hara, i talk to him while i ride my bike and i quote personism to my imaginary wind friends
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
DADA supports the artist as genius -- reminds me of the "poet as God" phenomenon and the greek idea of poetic madness -- the place from where creation comes... DADA gives flavor where before the rice was bland.. DADA spices up everything, even the petty old ladies with their muesuems and tea.. just imagine:
"A manicure salon of fine arts characterized by tea drinking old ladies trying to revive thier vanishing sexual powers with the help of something mad" -- that something mad is DADA -- live and in charge as a urinal on the wall ... (DADA by Rudolf Kuenzli)
Why do we put our faith in DADA.. is it the "primeval strata untouched and not reached by logic" as the utterance of 'dada' from the baby's lips... or is DADA a name "which does not mean anything" hoping rather to "invalidate all meaning?" (17). The term having been sanctioned in 1916.. Ball empresses upon us that indeed DADA does mean something, internationally infact, it is 'hobbyhorse' in French and 'yes, yes' in Romanian! In his DADA manifesto of July 14th 1916 Ball tells us that DADA is indeed "the heart of words" (19).
So what can this "i-don't-give-a-damn" attitude do for you? I'll tell you in the words of "Invest in DADA" from an Anonymous Being in 1919 --
DADA... is the comfort in dying
"When you are dead, dada will be your only nourishment, even the ancient Egyptions fed their dead dada..."
"Dada is fertile and multiples. Only dada is the savior from misery and sorrow, Invest your money in dada"!
so take all those force fed religious convictions and simply replace the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.. with DADA!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
december wash wash basin
bare nothing lavender launder
scrub scrub cotton nothing
dry hard bendy part of leg
stuck on square hard parts
small view seer open exit wet
scrub scrub mold moist moist moist
mold hard parts bendy leg parts
Monday, January 12, 2009
The creation of one image involves objectivity, that is , the true portrayal of set "thing" as if examined as a molecule itself. Pound speaks of Optics, "the lens that brings the rays from an object to a focus," as a sort of formula to begin with in modern poetry ("An Objective" from Prepositions). It is clear that the imagiste must logically, melodically and visually recreate and make re-complete the image before an audience -- then we receive set image. This endeavor is better than t.v., yet similar in function.
The economy of words speaks to the fact that through choice words we transmit an image. Pound reminds us that as poets there is a "...faith that the combined letters are absolute symbols for objects, states, acts, and interrelations...". However, Stein's "Poetry and Grammar" from Lectures in America confronts this faith based approach and questions the validity of some of these combined letters, namely nouns. Stein discourages the use of nouns, as well as their counterparts, the adjectives.
Instead of nouns, it is good to use feelings. "How are you feelings inside of you?" and "Do you always have the same kind of feelings in relation to the sounds and words that come out?" -- i.e. poetry. This kind of attention to the three forms phanopoeia, melopoeia and logopoeia is exactly what is asked of from the imagistes -- A poet should know what is inside a thing and write about that instead of using a name. Stein says that as humans we know this intensity of understanding and explanation from when we are in love. In her words, "a writer should always have that intensity of emotion about whatever is the object about which he writes,"she concludes "one does not use nouns".
a few thoughts on "tender buttons" -- images and things are tactile, we can "handle" them -- they can carry our feelings
Friday, January 9, 2009
12th of Jan. 2000:
fifty eight 1/2
8 years pass
and like the
shaky legs of
calf, the lands
act had 1964