tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52572672012-01-17T17:12:30.506-05:00So is the war over, now? Or did I lose my nerve?Mennohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908330075764065600noreply@blogger.comBlogger6211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-58381433082253541632011-08-12T16:18:00.011-04:002012-01-14T13:07:13.425-05:00

My dear excellent adventure(S) amigo John Roche and his Road Ghosts is interviewed ever so eloquently and wonderfully here at Charlie Coté's blog, Flying for the Window: The Bloggings of a Curious Man.

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I read poets like philosophers, psychologists, and other serious thinkers. If you’re full of shit and you don’t cut it, then fuck you and your poetry.Look, A-hole, this isn’t a fucking “game” and I don’t approach you and your fugging “poetry” as if I’m enveloped in a delusion that you’re “a name in a book I had to buy at the university,” and just because of that, I should distinguish between “

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That’s a bang-bang dang nice piece/poem, bit of poming you sent me in e-mail the other day, by the way. Was just revisiting it again a minute ago – and able to give it good concentration, j/j hastain:A piece I composed yesterday for the sake of--like lavender being poured over a section of purring rice. globules emerging. something like a hymen being reborn through dreams of being lifted in

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j/j hastain and I collab on "Close/Closet Read" of Aldon Nielsen's MIXAGE:Steve:Jesus, this is a smart, wise (and also FUN), intelligent, serious book.There’s SO MUCH new, (C)old reliable, mature Nielsen in it that I almost cannot recognize who the pomer was or what he used to write in that previous time when few would have been ready for this, anyhow, that now forgotten era during which he also

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Big, big apologies to Ken Warren and others that this is, for now, just a first draft, quick notes response, but I do want to post some of my early, infinitely appreciative response to his outstanding scholarship and analysis in his most recent essay on Olson's and the Black Mountain poets' poetry and on the Clarke/Glover "Soul" project. I'll word this better later, but for now, these quick

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Ron will be dropping his blog (which is of course sad, but, like his dropping the "Comments section," he probably must do in order to get back to writing activities that are most and more primarily fulfilling and necessary:For example, having by now arrived at more than 1,300 followers on Twitter, might it not make just as much sense to forego the massive link dumps here for individual posts

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Some more of Crag Hill's 7 x 7, in case the book isn't in hand and one can only GET IT via the internet (ne me téléphone pas à mon travail).

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Cool! Yeah, it’s really, really good. Well, ya know, there’s an amazing and inexhaustible variety and range of fantastic writing in the last 10-15 years. Maybe 5-10 times as many really, really very good poets and poetries. (And I believe A LOT of the “playing fields have been nicely, considerably leveled,” which is mostly a fantastic thing, though of course “in-betweeners” like me and I

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YOU         may be able to see                 nothing but         blank white page                 SPACEI may only be        ableto feel                a braille        translationof the conceptof the soundof frail        rhymes        unrealin theory syntacticallyI touch you, your        lips myfingertips rounding upand down the curves of soundI can only feel and

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Apparently, deaf dumb blindtoo,          you require24 hour sevenattention from                meBut    I    needyou,   &nbspplease pleaseI beg you tosense somehowme, too.Where    I beginor youend we mustlearn to know betterI knowyou loveme you saythis is trueall the time I have come to my senseswhether deaf or blindbut seldom dumb,     pleaseplease won't you for meuse your good ears and eyesThe

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-23321279640090893252010-12-16T12:22:00.002-05:002010-12-16T12:31:05.933-05:00

Good-good, Jerry, and glad to hear youse guys are, too. :)Nice "title," too: "here's a pOm," of which I particularly love your turning me onto that spelling with three letters and the center O capitalized. Ideal! AND "the Answer" I've been looking for for a few years now, trying to make an alternative to "poem." :) Nice going!Well, hands in several pots, as usual. And we got a new puppy dog

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Well, for one, totally want a copy of Mark Young's At Trotsky’s Funeral (Kilmog Press, Dunedin, New Zealand, 2010) after reading Eileen Tabios' surely EVER-deserving and right-on rave review/ENGAGEMENT of this latest NewZealand/Aussie pomer's fine-lined poetry: Tabios' review. Man, Mark Young uses delicate, short line form about as adroitly as anybody writing anyplace on the planet, doesn't he?

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-3063420453225184722010-12-05T20:58:00.009-05:002010-12-17T16:04:46.121-05:00

        Andrew    we'll go to sleep now        we'll have our dreams            we'll go to sleep now                 / Little Puppy Dog            we'll have our dreams        They'll have their schools          / we'll have our dreams          we're just the doggies                they're only humans

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-67765445769233376742010-11-29T16:50:00.001-05:002010-11-29T16:50:16.920-05:00

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(1)What does IT (one's writing/poming) say or DO back to oneself (originally, What does it (your writing/poming) say Back To You)?(2)Or, to whom (or WHAT) is your writing/poming Addressed?This second question is the clincher for me. I vaguely but definitely/vitally want to make a writing/poming that addresses Nobody (and certainly) not the usual suspects -- posterity, Silliman, Frank O'Hara,

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-85089795854256687562010-11-26T13:48:00.015-05:002010-12-10T12:30:21.124-05:00

THREE+ very different, equally industrious, nourishing, bright, elegant books: 22 Skiddo / Sub Tractions (Michael Boughn) and The Book of Frank (CA Conrad).These two books (in fact, THREE, as the Michael Boughn book is really, actually, two books in one) both deserve separate readings and blog posts, but I wanted, for the moment, to just jot down that they are so very different and for me

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-17648231027902966822010-11-24T15:10:00.002-05:002010-11-24T15:20:54.949-05:00

Talk about “arbitrary,” how about the word “beautiful” in the following statement? I don’t know of too many folks anyWHERE on the planet who are writing anything as beautiful as Stephen Ratcliffe’s poetry. Nonetheless, I’m going to start with that adjective, one that means so many different (albeit universally similar) things to so many different (albeit universally similar and beauty-needing)

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The only problem that I have with Stephen Ratcliffe's poetry, albeit a "game-changing" problem (Take that, I took that, Good Ms. Huffington, smiles), is that it virtually makes most all of my own impulses to write futile. I mean, when stuff is this good, what else is there ever to do? It's TOO dang b e a u t i f u l, dang it all, Stephen! Now, AT BEST, I can only hope to renew study of Stephen

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For Chrissakes, BUY this book, will you!Or that one, Grasshopper! Sheesh! What do I have to do, give you a discount as one of my FACEBOOK friends? Alright, then, I will! Steve Tills’ FACEBOOK friends get a $4.00 discount on any new theenk Books selection (IF you must, and if you can PROVE that you are one of my friends). And I understand what it’s like to be poor. I just cashed out my IRA

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-41709047383129684982010-10-15T12:34:00.002-04:002010-10-15T12:43:41.212-04:00

Jim M and Richard L and Tom B were having some discussion about whether their writing (poming) “changes anything.” This question seems to me silly on the face of it. Every day, what we read and what we write changes us, some stuff a great deal some stuff almost imperceptibly – when I first read Henry Miller talking about “spontaneity” in Cancer, Capricorn, or Black Spring when I was 16, I “

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This may be the beginning of a poming series, although I already have half a dozen series already started -- in fact, begging night, day, and yearly for attention/time -- so I'll just call it 1 lame (or maybe "flame") line for now:All 33 miners are out of the hole, NOW, and we're crying,K., about Ron's having closed his Comments section?Tom Beckett sent me a nearly complete set of TEMBLOR some

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I'm reading Crag Hill's marvelous, remarkable, outstanding, intoxicating 7 x 7 (the book is seven miles wide and seven light years tall) presently.I'm also re-reading Sarah Sarai's The Future is Happy. And that's just one of the reasons I am, at present, pretty darn happy, and when I'm not at work here at "the plant" and actually have Sarah's poming/poetry right in my hands, I'm ecstatic.

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Just now (October) learning that you decided to close your Comments Section, something, given what must be absolutely unbearable stress caused by the infinite cranks you must have had to deal with. I fully empathize with and admire your decision. Let the dick-fucks go find some other venue where they can act out their obvious and exhausting anti-social compulsions. And should also encourage/

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-30270169857616808132010-10-04T16:37:00.004-04:002010-10-04T16:52:11.346-04:00

Poming after reading Craig Conrad's rad rad fab tribute/reverence to Emily D:Totally EXCELLENT, Dude!Or since a/the CAPS rankle readers/readingmaybe                     and if in any way detract from the sublimehumility informing this impeccable homageto our                     several Emily’sDickinson, all,                                         how about just this:Excellent poming (AND)

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Ken Edwards, who came to read at our Johnny Otis Club venue/incarnation of the Russian River Writers' Guild in 1994, writing about David Bromige. Ken's Reality Street will be publishing David's Collected. COOL!

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Link to Remembering David web site at WORDPRESS where the best of friends are recording their/our warm and lovely thoughts and memories of David, who touched so many with his remarkable spirit and his indefatigable wit.I, myself, cannot quite yet begin to post here my innumerable cherished memories of this enormously good soul who has passed and now, surely, sits up there in Poets' Heaven, I'm

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-51581290626458869302009-06-12T16:41:00.002-04:002009-06-12T16:47:01.898-04:00

Steve is one fourth asleep (alternatively, "Feeling like Food")after Jim McCrary's "Dub and Neva" "Feel like toast tonight, or butter?" "I feel like steak." "I'll just be a glass of water." "You like that, don't you? Part impervious transparency. And the other part unadulterated and liquid opacity. You like that, don't you?""Beats feeling like over-cooked spaghetti drowned in watered down tomato

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-14637188054582378862009-05-26T07:37:00.005-04:002009-05-26T08:35:11.500-04:00

It won't get much better than this, friends: My 3,000 Loving Arms, Sarah Sarai's new blog.

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-66946619968918411652009-05-21T21:49:00.003-04:002009-05-26T07:42:33.667-04:00

In Eileen Tabios' terrific Review and ENGAGEMENT journal Galatea Resurrection, #12, my review of Tom Beckett's This Poem / What Speaks / A Day

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-58064736324348817992009-05-07T00:40:00.004-04:002009-05-26T07:42:44.142-04:00

David-Baptiste Chirot's launched a challenging new blog recently called Nos Obras Otros, and he kindly invited me to participate in this neat new group venue and post some notes, thoughts, explorations whenever I felt I had something worthy. I immediately thought of this little essay that Sarah Sarai liked a lot when I posted it in the "Comments" section of a Note by FACEBOOK friend Dorianne

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Rugh Stuff reviewed by Gerald Schwartz in Jacket magazine! Wow!

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Alex Gildzen's It's All A Movie:This is a classic "one of a kind" book, like Michael Murphy's Golf in the Kingdom, or Henry Miller's The Colossus of Maroussi, or Edwin LeFevre's thinly-disguised biography of Jesse Livermore’s trading life Reminiscences of a Stock Operator, or any given volume from Anais Nin's incomparable Diaries. Alex Gildzen's is a craftman's fine, precise, and exact ear. You

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Over at his course Resisting Poetry, Jim McCrary could be right about the "79 pages" equals score of 79. It IS true that in some of the years when I played some of my best golf, namely those 1990s when I wrote Rugh Stuff, 1996-1998, and was "in my prime," my average score was probably 79. Truthfully, I cannot say that I "intended" the 79 "pages"/strokes equals 79 "score" (both musical and

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Another new brother on the Links having a ball with Rugh Stuff, Alex Gildzen at Arroyo Chamisa, counting strokes, and counting me and the balls stuff among his folks. As good as it gets! :)He writes, "but the chef beneath is all balls out."

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-12002838194384452122009-03-29T02:46:00.005-04:002009-03-29T22:04:59.538-04:00

Very generous and insightful response to Rugh Stuff from Jee Leong Koh, who, happily, "gets it" thoroughly, regardless the golf jargon is of course obscure.Thank you so much, Jee, for your penetrating and patient reading. I'm absolutely tickled that folks get it without being familiar with Golf. :)

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Lacan 30It's not that I // come to vary         you, Seizure, orthat for Stephen Ellisthis want is to tearout your liver, Barrett. Afterall, the last time I saw youfairly recently, in fact,in Buffalo atyour reading of yourFrame, youwere actually quite friendlyand signed the books of yoursthat I purchased to readand to add to my collection of othersof yours, and you rememberedmefrom the days at

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-81641359453272717722009-02-22T21:20:00.006-05:002009-03-08T23:23:46.509-04:00

New, latest, FINAL cover for RUGH STUFF, which is "At The Printers," now, finally:If you click on the image, the generous back cover blurbs that Chris Murray and Stephen Ratcliffe wrote expand to regular size and become readable...

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I am reading, and re-reading and re-reading (for, after all, this book is a composite edition of his many excellent chapbooks over the decades), Jim McCrary's All that this morning."Ad Astra Poetry Project #24," by Kansas Poet Laureate Denise Low, is just one essay that spells out some of the singular merits of bro Jim's poming, most all of which, frankly, I would stack up next to the best of any

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Lacan 29New YorkCityis like an all-powerful headsevered from itsbody. Ithas no feelingfor its extremities,like Iowa, Oklahoma,California, or Dayton.Those who kow-tow to it mustpublish workso abstract they can’t explainwhythere’s so much violencein the newhurricanesthat rain forests emitwhen they get really pissedon and offoroff and on.

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Shoulda coulda wouldaI probably really shouldread Poundnow,so thatI can truly say thatI have read Poundand hang outwith those who have read Poundand can always say thatthey have read Poundand doeven tho, though,I have read manyotherswho read Pound,even thoroughlyand whateverin Pound was truly newswas passed downthrough those othersmuch closer to whatis newsnow.

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Lacan 28If your poetry was genuinely good, wouldn’t it make you healthier? Wouldn’t it make your town, your culture, your species, the planet, healthier, at least spiritually? If it doesn’t and you continue to produce it, what does that say about your world view?I’m not saying that increased “consciousness,” or its sister, “awareness,” is articulated and clear and paraphrasable. The terms

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Steve is one fourth asleep (alternatively, "Feeling like Food")after Jim McCrary's "Dub and Neva" "Feel like toast tonight, or butter?" "I feel like steak." "I'll just be a glass of water." "You like that, don't you? Part impervious transparency. And the other part unadulterated and liquid opacity. You like that, don't you?""Beats feeling like over-cooked spaghetti drowned in watered down tomato

Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130438006583799672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257267.post-61346916265372796362009-02-17T08:49:00.007-05:002009-02-17T09:04:27.315-05:00

Halvard Johnson sent me this excellent poming by Gerardo Deniz:Manifest DestinyUpon burying my mother the other day I contemplateda point in space--prism, three-dimensional volume--where credibly soon I must decompose.Since the company won't affect me then,it won't matter I've forgotten how the discriminating get on.Given that, I declare: the emptinessdidn't seem bad, not bad at all;it's in the

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Pal, you better go backThe CPR class you took all Fallhadn't targeted the fat cat at Kodakwho ran over that thin little squirrelthe same morning of the very sameday he returned from Whyte BriddeCountry Club drunk as a harmless homeless man and struck your dadand killed him, a tea-totaler, not a two-timing, three-DUI exec at Merrill-Lynch the same year the mobs losttheir stuffed shirts, but you

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Halvard Johnson sent this stirring tribute for his dear friend Keith Wilson:Keith Wilson died the other day. He was a friend I've known since the mid-60s, when I spent some years living in El Paso while he was living in southern New Mexico: Anthony, right on the Texas-New Mexico border; then San Miguel, farther north, up the Mesilla Valley of the Rio Grande; and then Las Cruces. Any house of

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Lacan 27Y -- So let me get this straight! You're a Department Head (English or HumanitiesDivision) at a top community college and you've won the state's top Distinguished Teaching award, yet the date stamps on your e-mails to the EPC Buf List and the multiple Comments columns on 30 or so high fashion literary blogs clearly indicate that you must be logged into a computer and bouncing around the

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Lacan 26Y -- So how do you actually Feel, now, Z, Trash-ing everybody you don't really even know all that well.Z -- I don't know. Leave me alone.Y -- What Good does it do?Z -- It's what everything is based on. Take an existing body, body, even, if you will, if you want, and take it apart, locate it's defects, ring changes upon it, change bad money to good, turn the laughback against the jester.

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Lacan 25Y -- Sounds so fucking simple,doesn't it...Y -- Well it is, of course,like most all rhetoric, drivel,doggerel, and pomposity.

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Lacan 24Attention!The more ya gotthe less ya want. TrueLove: one attends to an-other, and one's other, in turn,attends or doesn't; it doesn'tmatter sovery much. Eachdisappearing Selfunconscious, attention itself ALLya really, really, really want outside of your body, Morethan self-conscious Desiredares attend to. More than allthe world means to you whenyou so small think that you needyour

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Lacan 23Y -- Actually, it's just plain Ugly, Boorish, Rude, Ugly, ALL the truly worst things. It's not merely "flat," X. And yeah, sure, YOU can put it in "a Poem or poetry," Z, like the salt the Romans put in the Carthaginians' soil, farmlands, Gardens. Yep.Or compare to something that is true poetry, like D. Smith's Black Stone. Even YOU will cringe, Z, when you see how Ugly you are.

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Lacan 22Z -- Why can't WE put this in a poem:Zizek and Lacan. Zizek and Lacan. Zizek and Lacan. C'mon, GUYS, get your fucking headsY -- You're going to use linebreaks for this fucking slosh!Z --out of your asses! Get out of your Heads! Lacan lived in his fucking head! When you live in your head, you don't explore your Unconscious and discover yourself or your personality. You only discover

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Lacan 21You mean, "Freed laughter."

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Lacan 20Y -- You're not finished with "Lacan 19," you know.Z -- I had to work for a living.Y -- We all do, so why do you call this "work."Z -- I don't. I abhor the term "work" for one's "work." It isn't labor; it's avocation.Ghost or somebody on television, John McEnroe, maybe -- You cannot be fucking serious!Y -- No, YOU cannot be serious and fun at the same time. Well, actually, you can, but

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Lacan 19Y -- I feel absolutely wicked about perhaps having hurt him and...Z -- Do you have any idea how much you might have hurt him and...Y -- I thought "I" was the one who felt snubbed...Z -- I don't know... It could be that you were so Intense, as usual, that he became overwhelmed and he may have gotten so enraged by you and your notes that...X -- He may have simply had Zero interest in our

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Lacan 18Y -- And why would you be trying to deconstruct your own so-called "narcissism" in the first place?Z -- You mean, like, Others?Y -- I mean, I Mean, a lot more than that, as you well know.Z -- You mean, like, why did I suggest mySELf, uck, in the first place?Y -- No, Other Fucker, I mean like THAt, Idiot, that Fuck Self there just now. You are not a bad person, and you actually already "

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I need to "close/closet read" this poetry by Anne Boyer:Lines like this in Anne Boyer's poem, "25 Things About North American Mammals":24. One skunk longed, as many do, to be gentle and beautiful, but found herself attracted to the strange, brave, and scarred. She grew evermore impatient with beauty, as if beauty (unaltered, as it is, by struggle) was not just banal, but dumb.Absolute, complete

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Nada Gordon informed me that she never in fact got the Comment that I wrongly and hastily assumed I had successfully posted at her blog.I should not also have so hastily concluded that she was being "selective," then, either. Sorry, Nada. My fuck-up. I need to slow my ass down, sometimes, to be sure.

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Reading Harriet, today (no less predatorially than what I decry in poems of mine last week's "news" or Dale Smith decries in his "Robot" poems, surely), I read someone who deserves far more "Attention" than I do, a lot of the time, David-Baptiste Chirot:This is why poetry of the language and post language etc varieties are so perfectly suited to the institutions of Power— Because they offer no

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Well, for one thing, the incredible greed of the professorial and administrative classes at the universities, like in Nevada, where they are talking about raising tuition 200+ percent, and apparently everyplace else, also, up on average $6500 per year. Where on earth does the money to pay for college educations come from? If for example, people like me make $30,000.00 and Take Home from that is

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I am four pages into your Black Stone, thus far, Dale Smith, and it is Very SWEET. It is good, and it is wholesome, and it is genuine, and it is Trustworthy, as I expected it would be.What is the Beef? What's everybody's Beef. Including my own? Why is everybody so, ummm, paranoid, still? Shouldn't everybody be deconstructing, ummm, Exxon-Mobil?I'm quite moronic today.Your Black Stone, however

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I share this vision of Anne Boyer's, as well as another cousin, paisan, from the same family, Gabriel Gudding's "Kind" poetics. I think that you are indeed on the right track, Anne:It will somehow organize itself around the notion of committing one's life to soothing and assisting, but this art will soothe and assist in ways as yet unknown. It will not soothe like base sentimentality or luxury

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In the early and middle 1990's, I wanted to (re)Write/right an entire newspaper, mostly Satire and Parody, to be sure. I never followed through on that ENORMOUS, and perhaps a bit grandiose and overly ambitious, project, but I did start with several pieces whereby I "revised" articles from The San Francisco Chronicle in my own The World Chronicle. Here's a jpeg of one of them, called "Language

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EverHistory is moving twice as fast as ever, but ever still maintains a significant lead.

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Lacan 17Just a thought like that could set you back two-threecareers; the fellow from the other by the lakehe never wronged you, brother,filling out the apps that youignored.The men have wives and kids and licked youfair and square. You theenk them squares;they merely lick the stamps thatyou neglect; they say theirprayers.The men that you’ve rejected looked like rivals,the women that they loved

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The other thing that would be cool but probably isn't going to happen:It'd be incredibly neat if various pomers formed a broad coalition, including several poetry journals, presses, think tanks that focused on the American Constitution, the Supreme Court, and the Justice System. A 10-year program, or for as long as it takes, systematically working to truly understand and refine Power and Laws and

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Here's something that I don't understand (or I do, and I'm being coy, but) why is it that we pomers are not on Countdown and Hardball and other such genuinely influential news shows. They ARE quite smart, the folks directing and hosting those shows (whether we pomers want to admit it or not), and we delude ourselves thinking that we're smarter and we perhaps cheat ourselves staying in our little

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Lacan 16And yet, if you're,if you are, ifyr, if u r, if yerweak, well,then the big cats, theydo have to clear out the jungle, every NOWand then becauseif you and maybe your whole prideor pack of fat catshas got flabby and prettyfucking weak,well, in that case,Jesus Christ I hate this!you're prayingtheir preyingit IS going to be survivalof the fittestor the luckiest(sometimes just those

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Lacan 15All I want I needto knowis this, Jacques, Whatwere you thinkingin 1938, the year Sig's jaw droppedoff, he "left Vienna on the Orient Express"(No, Flarfists, that's not the movie, actually,this IS a cheap, cheap dig, more deconstructionof myself) and, according to Elisabeth R., "he left behind his four sisters, Rosa, Mitzi, Dolfi, and Paula. Allwere to disappearinto the darkness of the

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My dearly dispiritedfor Richard LopezIt will pass.AND you will replace itw/ among other ('s)thingsnew habits reviewing moves, movies, andrights, writing,pomingTrust me,on this one thing, at least:I did the same damn stuffsurfing msnbc.com and cnn.comuntilNovember 4th, and one of thewars was finally overand I just walked backoutinto the world againor maybe golf season 2008(my first with Hope in

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Lacan 14for Dale Smith and Kent Johnson, or notDarling Niece, How will I protect youfrom the predators, they"never attack nor apologiselooking you in the eyes,in person, in the First Person,Ann Lauterbach."I could burnevery book on my shelveswritten by a male, butonly some of them deserveto be cited           closely.They'll tear you and your innocence,your humility, their own,your every eighty

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Scott Pierce's Effing Press and DaleSmith/HoaNguyen's Skanky Possum have in a joint production published a great new, little Amiri Baraka book recently which I definitely recommend for any reader of my own beloved "tradition," the New American Poetry tradition. It's titled Ed Dorn & the Western World, and it's a great piece of history and poetics for all sides and even those who don't want to

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Congrats to and for ALL OF US, ALL of Life on the Entire Planet:

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Lacan 13I should not have kicked that lady in the teethNor raised the ardor of the hard-ons of perpetuity.

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Does Flarf contact a new range of “content” or perhaps represent, rather, an altered approach to content? Does Flarf engage a new range of subject matters, particularly subject matters that are neither concerned with the media of poetry, language, and representation nor concerned principally with “theory” and “criticism” and “aesthetics” and such? Is a typical Flarf poetry “about” language (for

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Or the hard ons of perpetuity...

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Lacan 12We lacked the following laser jet toner cartridges, I lackedsufficient explanation for using so much ink, youlooked far and wide for a gaffein their wholesome exuberance.I should not have licked that lady in the lake, she knewher nipples would show through that man’ssimple white Hanes tee-shirtall wet with April in Canandaigua.Behold! He lurks in the afterthoughts of that nonsequitur,

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Lacan 11Mixed Criminal      Mixed Kremlin            Mixed Gremlins                        Mixed Grumbling                              Nixed punch lines& Nixon punchlines

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Hysterical good three-liner, what he and, I think, Eileen Tabios and Jean Vengua call hay(na)ku, over at Tom Beckett's Slim Windows:Youfucking trope.You fucking trope.Actually, this three-liner of Tom's could easily be ME (yes, Steve Tills!); the second person pronoun and the way I employ it habitually; the "trope" and tropes that I, Steve Tills, habitually harp on, as well as the actual trope of

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Lacan 8X -- It occurs to me, more and more often, that writing poetry, or for that MATTER, Poming, should not be "contaminated with Anger." Why not a new magazine called Anger.Z -- Go ahead, Dude! Just DO IT! Like most other, not other, things that you do DO and especially things that you do NOT DO.Y -- Oh, go fuck yourself, Doo-doo!Z -- Dude! Dudeler! El Dudeathon! Le Dudeutification!

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Lacan 10Y -- Watch out! How about "the Poet" who habitually chooses and reengages "hysteria" IN ORDER TO create "Poetry" (Cap P, of course), whereas Clarity, leading to INSIGHT, is what s/he truly requires?Z -- Yer Spicer, again?Y -- Yes, if that's your prerequisite for framing it, of course.X -- I don't think that Hejinian does Poetry (no scare quotes, there, needed) via "hysteria" at all. I

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Lacan 9Y -- poetry is to hysteria as clarity is to insightZ -- does that mean poetry is to clarityas hysteria is to insightX -- I think that you know hysteria, clarity, and insight; I think that others, who know poetry, do not distinguish between clarity and poetry.Z -- I think that you suck.X -- I agree that Clarity, as you've experienced it in psyche sessions, engages a mental/emotional tenor

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Lacan 7Y -- Just a blast like Mr Progress, alone, can get you cut out for "good." Why do you b---o---t---h---e---r?Z -- You truly think anybody would ever even notice? You're nuts! And that's the thing... If anybody DID notice, they'd ostracize you. And the ones who can't notice, or won't, who are too straight to notice, aren't able to read that closely in the first place, so you're fkd either

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Jay Rosen, in his essay "Swallow Hard: What Social Text Should Have Done":Social Text is an institution of the academic Left. It should have taken itself apart and put itself back together again after the Sokal debacle.It should have taken itself apart and put itself back together again.It should have taken itself apart.It should have taken itself apart and put itself back together again.It

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I've found more of what I am digging and digging, Allen Bramhall's at his Simple Theories blog.

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Of course, you've got to have some sympathy for this guy, too...

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Peter Middleton's essay "What’s new in Lyn Hejinian’s new sentences?" is an excellent resource, very much worth "the read," as it were.

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Lacan 5That year I discarded my virginity but misplaced my innocence,you were searching for it, aid to a feeling of memory experiencedneither before nor since. Not to avoid response ability as Fritzcalled it and "get" personal all over ya, Lass, but had "you"and Mr. Progress and his wife not estranged, not so easily tossed off, dabble-crossed, angsty antsy albatross guys like me, Imight have

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And on OTHER hands, I believe I've come across Andrew Ross, and he's a nice guy, too, so where do I go from here...(Actually, my wife says that I'm "too passive," so there's something to That, too...)

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Lacan 4The plunging temperatures descended upon the cool Parisian nomenclature with a fury so 1789that even seven days in NYC couldn’t be describedas commensurate with 1 week in western New York,where the taxes were paid by the lower middle classand shunted off for sunny urban cultures by a formulaJulia Kristeva regarded as pure poetics and Julia Childcalled mixed vegetable.

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Of course, guess what, yeah, plenty of peers already been discussing the "sokal hoax" for over 13 years at EPC Buf List, actually. Hmmm, cool, actually Marjorie Perloff, among others had some of the same responses to Sokal, and sympathies with him, not with Andrew Ross, THIRTEEN YEARS AGO, so maybe I'm not so far off -- I'm just, behind the times sometimes (but does that mean that if I read So&so

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Alan Sokal, from "A Physicist Experiments with Cultural Studies,"Politically, I'm angered because most (though not all) of this silliness is emanating from the self-proclaimed Left. We're witnessing here a profound historical volte-face. For most of the past two centuries, the Left has been identified with science and against obscurantism; we have believed that rational thought and the fearless

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Seems a regular, nice guy to me, this Alan Sokal." . . . and I also consider myself on the left and consider that to be a suicidal attitude for the American left.""It’s important not to exaggerate what the parody shows," stresses Sokal. "As an experiment it doesn’t prove very much. It just proves that one journal was very sloppy in its standards. I don’t know what other journals would have done.

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Interesting, this, from Anna Shane's "The Technique of Lacanian Analysis":Years ago, when I was a graduate student in psychology, there was a popular film used in training seminars. In it there were three famous therapists: Albert Ellis, Fritz Perls and Carl Rogers. Each interviewed the same woman, who had volunteered to act as the patient for this film. Each 'demonstrated' his specific

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Have been reading a good deal of Eric Selland's The Condition of Music lately, and it occurs to me that in this superb, and perhaps "pure," prose poetry (a "hybrid" as Cole Swensen would call it?), there is no violence. Thus, one doesn't want to write a sentence like "there is consistently in The Condition of Music much truth, if only because it so frequently strikes such gentle, graceful chords.

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From Baudrillard Studies:Jean Baudrillard is among the most important theorists of our time. He has been employing theory to challenge the real for many years.Well, have fun, Guy! But whatever you do, don't get outside and take a walk and put your fucking hands on the bark of a tree or in soil upturned by some lowly farmer who doesn't know what the fucking Sorbonne is and doesn't need to and

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Another superb short review/essay in poetryfoundation.org today, "This Is the End of the Poem," by Geoffrey O'Brien.

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I love this essay/memoir piece by Fanny Howe, "My Father Was White but Not Quite," in poetryfoundation.org, consistently great source of intelligence about poetry.

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Adam Fieled, I like the way he theenks here.

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Paul Taylor from nous.org.uk on Baudrillard: When Baudrillard is being literal, he seems to be just wrong. When he is being metaphorical, he is being wilfully obscure for no conceivable reason other than to bamboozle the reader. This might be called "play", but aren't his supporters admiring his insights into the workings of the world, rather than merely watching him play in some academic

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