is it not Protestant secular visions of language that seems, at least in a lot of American poetry a need to 'justify' itself as it were, the secular protestant unconscious is still religious , and in the US , that unconscious is packed with the range of American religious experience and ways of being in the world
but there are movements of all persuasions in the big potlatch of AMeRIca and Canada
But since there are no coincidences, and Canada the word is close to the word Canadada
we are a sort of Immanence culture a patchwork, a here and there a here and thereness of it
a culture of 'limits and lots'
spades and pieces, morsel cracks
stutter bots, and bits, if , no Wait I am groping here
poetry poetry poetry and more poetry and where the wolves cry
where the wolves bend their dig and song
I can't get this page to lay out the way I'd like it
Shall then Canada be the site of the great big ImmaNence Flows???
Yes I think so.
Take the Québécois thing for instance, for a moment it was a flow of immanence then it, or rather for decades now it's been a reactive reterritorialization
of forces of flow
the lines of flight spin spin they flight and flow everywhere
one
two
and
three
a milk tree
Now you're wonderingoff into vagueness. But 'Canadian' poets have been doingthings some understand for years and that others don't
where is the voice then that is one's own
can one speak of one's own when you are a part of something that is not owned, that doesn't have the usual trappings of ownership as its definition
always the same old question , Tweedledum and Tweedledee castor and pollux,
cain and able
iamblichus and his brother riamblichas
Hahahahah
There's no suchthing I just made that up
Laughter the food of the gods the good of the gods
So now let's see what this looks like
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