I just received Joe Brainard’s I Remember in the post today. I am sure many folks have read it. I am late to the game. It is a classic of conceptualism and NY School Poetry. I am sure the French writers have already been influenced by it. It seems NY School Poetry has much more in common with French poetry than anything at all British. British poetry is very isolated. It is stuck in the 19th century with a few early modernists. Agh. Too bad for British poetry.
I just finished the following NY School Poetry books while commuting on the tube/subway. I highly recommend all of them.
Great Ball of Fire (Ron Padgett)
Poetry State Forest (Bernadette Mayer)
How To Be Perfect ( Ron Padgett)
My plans for next week’s tube reading:
Tulsa Kid (Ron Padgett)
I Remember (Joe Brainard)
NY School Poetry is of course a united singular aesthetic. But is seems, without getting into scholarly nit-picky mode, the poets do have some things in common. I especially like how so many of them, Ron Padgett and Joe Brainard especially, use their everyday lives. An attempt to bring art and life closer together. The original avant garde art project.
So here is my everyday life today.
There was a Polish birthday party in Leicester Square, followed by crowd immersion at British museum. Currently, I am experiencing acid reflux.
My friend Joe, just back from living and teaching English in Portugal, brought his own blow up mattress to stay with us in London. Our place is very small. Maybe it can fit a blow up mattress.
I thought about fish and chips tonight but there is no fish and chips tonight. We are trying to eat more healthy.
I also looked at LOOT for place to live with Ewa. If I can keep a job for decent amount of time, it would be nice to have a place, even a small one, but a bit bigger than this small bedroom we share in North London (Wood Green).
And so we tread forward. Nomadic travels await. Ewa has made some green tea.
Tea helps to centre me.