Dream 1: Stuck in a village in the middle of the desert. The village resembles the salt lake city shopping village. White church in the hills. The village is full of prisoners and I am one of them. I ask around and no one knows how we got here. The guards do not know how they got here. I ask if we can escape and the guard says there’s nowhere to go, it’s all desert. Except the church with the glowing white cross. “The church could be nothing or it could be a sanctuary,” the guard said. The guard told me we were all going to the lagoon and we would be swallowed by a giant blue snake. The choice was between the giant blue snake or the church with the white cross. All of us decided to stay in the village and face the blue snake.
Purchased an old imac (233, 160mb ram). I hope it works well when it arrives. Tired of laptops. Pulled in by the marketing/design of the old imacs. The macs are artistic outsiders. Form and content not seperate for the mac (for pc it’s all content, form is secondary). So very ugly mass produced pc’s. So as a writer I buy an imac because imac markets to the ousider status of my status as outsider outsider poet.
On what level does the marketing strategies of the avant guarde persuade/convince young poets into their discourse communities? What are the marketing strategies of the avant guarde? Perpetual youth. Revolution. Change.
Still stuck on language. Language is stuck to me. What percentage of my brain processes images versus actually sound language? Do I see images more or hear words more? Is it possible for anything prelinguistic to be called thinking. Images without rhetoric. Can too much non-authorial intention crash the reader/writer contract? (yes, this could be market place language. But contract does not mean cash in this case).
I think maybe i’m finally done with my 1st manuscript (although it is more like a third book manuscript). Not sure. Never sure.
Can anything prelinguistic be called thinking? Can too much non-authorial intention crash the reader/writer contract? How much is too much? How much is too little?
If everything is a text, what isn’t a text? If everything is political what isn’t political? Is the political a continium? Is a text a continium? Are some texts more political than other texts or is it just a matter of different types/modes of the political. Are some texts more textual than other texts?
Why do artists drink? Is drinking marketed to the artist? I drink;therefore I am (this, that, or the other). Is drinking the drive of the mystic. The root of the artist is the spiritual (however defined). To drink to get inside or outside?
Dreamt about the word incredible last night. For some reason the in would not realign with the credible. perhaps it has something to do with reading Mr. Paz for two hours before falling asleep. The silent motor of my little word engine that could.
cheers. Happy new year. Welcome 2003. I will soon be part of the outsider community of mac users (therefore more artistic). It’s all about color. The artist as individual.
Went to a used bookstore today. I can’t seem to stay away. Almost always overwhelmed by boring poetry section. Then again in the last few weeks I did pick up:
Nice to See You (Homage to Ted Berrigan) $2
The Dada Market (anthology) $4
Routine Distortions (Kenward Elmslie) $5
Mercurochrome (Wanda Coleman) $5
Charles Simic (Selected Poems) $6
Numen (Cole Swenson) $3
The shepherd, The Hunter (selected poems of Tomaz Salamun)
So, I guess sometimes a good find happens.
I read so much theory for my MA comps I find it hard to pick up a theory book now. Don’t know if it will pass. Didn’t read any theory for two years while finishing my MFA. Got a lot more writing done. A lot more. Maybe it’s internalized.
Someone’s blog (sorry after a while blogs run together) mentioned the good fumes from decaying langauge poetry. Are we also enjoying the good fumes of surrealism and DADA poetry? Or, (i.e. the Fence debate a while back) are we misappropriating? Decontextualizing etc.
I am teaching a class in Irish literature in the spring. I keep looking for other poets from my homeland who are not elegiac etc. Surrealist Irish poet? I do enjoy Matthew Sweeney.
A lot of Irish love Billy Collins. That’s the latest innovation. Easy going poetry and confessional poetry (Rita Ann Higgins). Salmon poetry is so stuck in the past. So much Romantic nature poetry. Irish poetry is stuck. Poetry Ireland Review only publishes the poetry of limited perception. Quiet voices. The weight of tradition. The weight of history.
Paul Muldoon may be an exception and Randoph Healey, Joyce (honey press etc.)
Implied narrative. Everything has an implied narrative. That’s what I hear. Some narratives are more implied than others. How do implied narratives within lyric poetry work differently than linear, straightforward narratives. Subjectivity?
The energy of image. Image is static. Does not move much outside the poem. How to light up images, make them move. Rhetoric, a tad. Or perhaps moving image into metaphor. Details into figuration. But slippery pile-ups of images meant to resist the intelligence sometimes “work” and sometimes seem not to “work.” “work” can’t be all relative, although much of it certainly must be. Maybe dramatic situation (implied narrative) can aid the slippery pile up images meant to resist the intelligence. Maybe narrative in a straight way is one tiny slice of reality and the backlash against it is a freeing of another reality seriously neglected.
“That’s silly. ”
That’s what I hear from many people who read Nice Hat Thanks or some Fence poets. First, who says it’s easy. Second, if it’s easy what does that have to do with whether or not it’s good. Good, not best, good is different than best. Best never exists, only good. I hear defenders of clarity ringing and they say clarity is a reaction against political doublespeak. Stephen Dunn and Billy Collins are clear cutting the language.
Language, language, language.
Who said if ain’t a pleasure it ain’t a poem?
“Images are not ideas, they are stiller than that, with less implication outside themselves.”
A t.v. show called “Jim’ll Fix It.” Boys and girls wrote letters to Jim explaining their fantasies like drinking a fresh bottle of milk while riding upside down in a roller coaster. Other winners included eating forty different kinds of cheese at a factory in the midlands and singing with the whales in the Baltic Sea.
We always want to break out.