Neurosis, Poetry, and the Present A Workshop with ..



A Workshop organized by Daniel Katz (Warwick) and Benjamin Noys
(Chichester) at CPCT.

 Saturday, 18 March 2017
10:45am - 6:30pm
DTH 109, Goldsmiths, University of London

The current theoretical scene has often swung between invocations of
affirmative joy and melancholic meditations.

This oscillation is figured
in the assumption of a joyous continuity between philosophy and
politics, or the melancholy and chastened consideration of their

sundering. Instead, this event focuses on neurosis as a missing term, a
form of 'blockage', of delay and prevarication, which could open-up the

tensions of the present moment.

In particular this also involves a
re-consideration of poetry as a site that has witnessed a resurgence in
political engagement and the thinking through of the damaged

subjectivities of contemporary capitalism.

Poetry, often dismissed under
the signs of neurosis or of lack of relevance or popularity, offers

another 'minor' site for interrogating the theoretical and political

moods and affects of the present moment. This unstable combination of

neurosis and poetry is a deliberately fragile construction that we hope

can allow the exploration of the fragilities of our subjectivities and


10:45-11:00 am - Introduction

11:00-12:00 pm - Professor Emma Mason (Warwick)

12:15-1:15 pm - Professor Daniel Katz (Warwick)

1:15-2:45 pm - Lunch

2:45-3:45 pm - Dr. Natalia Cecire (Sussex)

4:00-5:00 pm - Professor Benjamin Noys (Chichester)

5:15-6:15 pm - Roundtable


Berardi, Franco, The Uprising: On Poetry and Finance (Semiotext(e),

Noys, Benjamin, 'Long Live Neurosis!' (2016):
https://www.academia.edu/27780212/Long_Live_Neurosis_ [3]

Katz, Daniel, "'I did not walk here all the way from prose': Ben
Lerner's virtual poetics", Textual Practice online, 24 March 2016:
http://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/0950236X.2015.1119987 [4]

Lysack, Krista, 'The Productions of Time: Keble, Rossetti and Victorian
Devotional Reading', Victorian Studies, 55.3 (2013), 451-470.

Mason, Emma, 'Entanglement in fir: thinking matter in Peter Larkin's
"praying // firs \\ attenuate"', in Religions, special issue ed. by
Kevin Hart (forthcoming).

Seltzer, Mark, The Official World (Duke University Press, 2016).

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Re re re 2016_17

: re re re 2016


  do ra me fa so la di so

                                                             re  is re  as in  prefix

                                     not suffix

 and a blog's not a book, but something,  better, perhaps something not understood, nor ever seen previously
  where words roll off the screen,

  remember you used to say the internet is not a visual medium?

                 well, take that example ample example medium and the

we'll  return later


          my life's often a sequence of it     interruptions
                                                                                    a person's got to eat from time to time
                                              piss, crap, go for  a walk,

i can t live in the blog  2 4 hrs a day a day is a year, a year's a book

                     what would the publisher say to this disorderd sense of  ,

                     things and wigs,




re re re 2016


    re re re 201 6

                                 became   2017

                                                              Wednesday became Sunday




Re: revisions

CP: i  got lost back there  a moment  wandered off a diagonal across the page the blog space camping 
                  elsewhere also it's hairline fracturing ...  So CD were you suggesting you do revise? cut, refine, undo and repair?

CD: ___________________  refine redo recompose cut up fold out and around mix and shake stand and recook repair and unrepair, research and palpitate, ____________________ but it's a live performance right? you see,

                     it's like when you take off your clothes, and i'm there watching you, seeing  seeing for the first and last time

                       and each time you're better ,

                                      you're more naked,  more loving,
                                                   even if i've never seen you,


Re revisit revisions

CP  O CD you're making me blush      ..  

                    she reaches over to the tape recorder turning it off, for the fifth time,


revisit revisions


 you revisit visit and time winds unwinding a vision
revision's your second name a word come a wound
    from a fiacre a fair set of lies worrying the spent luck
           of other days

revise that head-dress recompose that hair undo that face that
  tear like smile which pulled awhile as she returned a 2nd
a third time round the rhyme of your come together my stand-
up bass pounds the floor
  her feet are pinned to place
          not time claiming she'd come this way
   knowing the venture wasn't likely to pay off
  fooling oneself there's a future from some crying bother
   minding the second hence the hour her body lank
             was pressed up against yours in this day mist
                               night and day day and afternoon


CP: however,

CD: hence

CP: thence

 CD:  there's touch ups, erasures,  violations of spontaneity,  returns, doctoring,

  CP:   she's reaching for the tape recorder   ..




where are you


   you ask where am  I
                      I was here here always beside below
                                here beside below your subconscious
                                        the one you dream   'about'  'of'
                                               about working in a factory  in '76
                                                 down the boulevard on St. Lawrence

                                                                                         where are you?
                                                                                   where am I     
                                             how did one go? my body in this subconscious
                                                           beside before                in the subconscious blog  before behind
                                                                    i heard it in my dream                             before






wet trap
 vent stack,

wet vent

and you were writing  a verse
(it was a love poem or a list poem a poem saying or speaking )

or length last night in your going asleep bed
you were writing,

and Sussex came back 

  it came back with its poems and gleams 

                      shines and dream,

Sussex or some other poem

 guarded by the labor of,

word list peeling off the top of your head,

like a pope making unions of disparities

or like transcendnece returned its beauty never lost, never grasped

and it was time for toast

winter mornings


 winter mornings start eartly

                at the crack of dawn,   like a postage stamp about to go the 'wrong' way wrongheaded about

  the time of day or night, and rememebering those wrong or right, and there is a g od a goddess

  right here of the nowaday world in the personafictations of I I and I  and you cannot rip that off,





Wednesday's is winter's beauty and gratefulness

                                                                  winter the long echo of time!

             t he bending of seasons

                                                                               the ringing of hopes and letters

                                  the hustling of the sun,

                                                                   the realization of the limits of  secondaries

                                        the modesty of aims

                                                                      the adjustment of flames

                    the breath                       of sun blanketed behind cloud skies



' __Winter is icumen in, 'où sont les neiges d’antan?



   this is likely a reference to the winters of canada



Svmer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu
Groweþ sed
and bloweþ med
and springþ þe wde nu
Sing cuccu

Awe bleteþ after lomb
lhouþ after calue cu
Bulluc sterteþ
bucke uerteþ

murie sing cuccu
Cuccu cuccu
Wel singes þu cuccu
ne swik þu nauer nu

Sing cuccu nu • Sing cuccu.
Sing cuccu • Sing cuccu nu

Modern English

Summer[a] has arrived,
Sing loudly, cuckoo!
The seed is growing
And the meadow is blooming,
And the wood is coming into leaf now,
Sing, cuckoo!

The ewe is bleating after her lamb,
The cow is lowing after her calf;
The bullock is prancing,
The billy-goat farting,

Sing merrily, cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo,
You sing well, cuckoo,
Never stop now.

Sing, cuckoo, now; sing, cuckoo;
Sing, cuckoo; sing, cuckoo, now! (Millett 2003d)

 This piece was parodied as "Ancient Music" by the American poet Ezra Pound (Lustra, 1916):

Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.


Prince, n’enquerez de sepmaine
Où elles sont, ne de cest an,
Que ce refrain ne vous remaine:

Mais où sont les neiges d’antan?


Ballade des dames du temps jadis



re _reading and


I've also been reading and re-reading Augustine's City of God  (his latin I can read unlike Virgil's __ 

strange bewitchment and enchantment of languages forgotten and recalled    at       )

, a very old copy that I own,and it's much better

 and simpler to read than Empire. which I did start over ten years ago, and to this day I can say it's badly written

 in the sense it's too convoluted and unnecessarily 'compliatecd ' in  misleading way. their god intents

are not excuse,

 Hardt and Negri are both teachers and academic who ought to write better  and if not they ought to have found

someone to make their rather simple ideas come across Simply.

There are moments in that book, as with Empire and Commonwealth when I feel i am reading the essays of students

 that never quite got it,

                     Now that's not something i care about here

                 but i do in books,

                                                   that pretend to care,

       which theirs does,

                      so it goes!

                                                     Kick that can!



reading or re-reading

           r eading or re-reading   as if for the first time  the book Empire

                                          our sovereign status even as individuals is comprised by t he State by Empire

as for commas and colons,

                                         semi-colons and run on sentences,

                    let your writing be a construction as it goes along

                finding what works and doesn't


tell ...


  tell   about the lady from a year ago

              what happened?

         tell a tale,     it'd be long  to say   repeating and retracing, the ins and outs,

                     the fronds and frails,
                                                                                       the calls and wails

                                            the eyes and ears,
                                                         and a sound never heard,
                                                                           a breath not whispered in ears close by,

 and   since ,

                                since time has passed and passing

                     i'll say it went south

                                                    and went off the middle as i understood it,

                       from there on in,

                                                          it was my fault  things  going,

                                                                              went off kilter,

                    my fault being the greater,

                                         and i wish her well

                                         and great blessings to her,  to her family

                                                                 to those she loves,

                               to her and her heart ,

                                                        well and wishing well,

                                                                                                  a well of blessings

                                            high and low, plumage of smoke

                                                                           high tidings, and green hopes,

                                          each fragment,

                                                                        each fragment a cloth  of    gift
                                                                    and the tell won't be told here ,

                                              like this, in this small space
                        of the announcement ,

                                                                      of rainbow and sky clearing




via donuts and conduit


  through clicks, and            ,                                           clues,                        an keys,

                                                 winking mirrors, displaced selves

   wired room  s,                                                                 twisting surface ,

                              slippery  glass

                 it's how you walk  through the world,

                                        it's how i've walked

       could a woman know that

                   could  a lady know this

                        o  these choices

                  once on t he sun in a winter day
                                  she grew her brain
                                green as grapes
                                                  knocking out the soup tureen with her foot




__the innermost __layer


                     the 'deepest layer' is really beautiful

                                                                              it's really quite beautiful


                                                                       the colour the arrangement

                                      i saw it
                                                         through   a  series of magic mirrors

                                                                 here and there

                                over hills and valleys

                                                         through not so secret lens and clandestine pulleys

                              what was it called that  most recent one

                                                    but O so lovely and the red and  the color going sideway
                                                                                  side along


                                  how to       make beautiful           t            h            i           n            g             s