night calls a city. a foreign flute in your own town. in the ache of your heart. you go elsewhere. here is the prison. the city 's a prison. this city's a prison.
our goal's to escape. yes. get out. this city's a prison.
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the poetry's strike's over
we strike gold
in its place
Duchamp once said if the artist says something is Art,
then it is.
Tristan Tzara wrote, in 1935.. end of dada and so on
'It is perfectly evident today that you can a poet
without having written a line.'
The essay from which this comes is worth reading. But iCant remember its title...
the story of the recording and Joyce's arrival at the studio is told in the Ellmann biography officially yet rumors abound regarding the superstitious Joyce entering the studio nervous and anxious at the thought of of thunder (or worse yet lightening) looming outdoors; in spite of all the recording went off without a hitch; judging by the results, which are fine, just refined, but alas, too rare! Aside from the two excerpts of Finnegans Wake and this there are no others, More's the pity!
Lorsque la langue est si tendue qu’elle se met à bégayer, ou à murmurer, balbutier…, tout le langage atteint à la limite qui en dessine le dehors et se confronte au silence. Quand la langue est ainsi tendue, le langage subit une pression qui le rend au silence. Le style – la langue étrangère dans la langue – est fait de ces deux opérations. […] Le style est l’économie de la langue.
Face à face, ou face à dos, faire bégayer la langue, et en même temps porter le langage à sa limite, à son dehors, à son silence.
G. Deleuze, Critique et clinique. Paris : Minuit, 1993
first draft
seconde raft
sailing draught
fourth keel
fifth....
tacking....
call windy breezy
these words on parole
these texts here images here.. there around texts and prose to poetry poetry prose prose poem
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'Let it reign..'
gia co me tti
Poetry as a Way of Life Expression _this poetry of the future_ what are becomings to be exists now yet exists on aural virtual visual plane and is a process of definition in and fiction| and other spaces of desire |clicks the rhizome space. criss cross frontiers mix melodies perform verse machines magics boundaries as usual A Recalltopoetryisawayof life and so many others et tant d'autres et tant d'autre_
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about
Recall to Poetry is the flagship of Clifford Duffy artist_ none of the blogs are necessarily chronological all told --- at the present time _ there are seven active blogs __these other blogs are linked in the side-bar under the title-Clifford Duffy Other Blog Thing.. What now Sir, a sail in a battering bay?
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---- blog Opening at different hours of day & twilight &morn @night it depends on the dyad, the dooda, the rebop and the mopop, in chronosville a lot happens/ so its sense & move off vector or transom plane window pane, no periods svplait
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The blog work is one element __mactching revising doing undoing redoing. Combines recombing recombining _ making again and re again. the Again word is the Camber road of create _ welcome here reader ~
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je pense à la chaleur que tisse la parole
autour de son noyau le rêve qu'on appelle nous ~
l'Homme approximatif - Tristan Tzara
autour de son noyau le rêve qu'on appelle nous ~
l'Homme approximatif - Tristan Tzara
les routes sourdes perdaient leurs ailes
et l'homme grandissait sous l'aile de silence
homme approximatif comme moi comme toi et comme
les autres silences
-- from l'hommme approximatif
t. tzara
the lost and now out of print early works of Clifford Duffy
William Blake - Homer - Manchester City Gallery - Tempera on canvas c 1800
Plato's navel
Zag__ GRoUp Blogs ___an Pages
M'ore desire machines dec_onnecting reconnectin'
tic toc tic tocdublinmallowtlondonurinparissevillecreusewestport montreal
“All my poems were__[are] on parole “
subways
Montreal
Paris
Paris
the poetry's strike's over
we strike gold
in its place
Duchamp once said if the artist says something is Art,
then it is.
Tristan Tzara wrote, in 1935.. end of dada and so on
'It is perfectly evident today that you can a poet
without having written a line.'
The essay from which this comes is worth reading. But iCant remember its title...
peace
Joyce reading from the Aeolus Episode of Ulysses recorded 1924
the story of the recording and Joyce's arrival at the studio is told in the Ellmann biography officially yet rumors abound regarding the superstitious Joyce entering the studio nervous and anxious at the thought of of thunder (or worse yet lightening) looming outdoors; in spite of all the recording went off without a hitch; judging by the results, which are fine, just refined, but alas, too rare! Aside from the two excerpts of Finnegans Wake and this there are no others, More's the pity!
alll my poemsare on vacation
holiday
on Strike
do leave cash
'je parle de qui parle qui parle je suis seul
je ne suis qu'un petit bruit j'ai plusieurs bruit en moi
un bruit glacé froissé au carrefour jeté sur le trottoir humide'
l'homme approximatif ~ Tzara
je ne suis qu'un petit bruit j'ai plusieurs bruit en moi
un bruit glacé froissé au carrefour jeté sur le trottoir humide'
l'homme approximatif ~ Tzara
Lorsque
Lorsque la langue est si tendue qu’elle se met à bégayer, ou à murmurer, balbutier…, tout le langage atteint à la limite qui en dessine le dehors et se confronte au silence. Quand la langue est ainsi tendue, le langage subit une pression qui le rend au silence. Le style – la langue étrangère dans la langue – est fait de ces deux opérations. […] Le style est l’économie de la langue.
Face à face, ou face à dos, faire bégayer la langue, et en même temps porter le langage à sa limite, à son dehors, à son silence.
G. Deleuze, Critique et clinique. Paris : Minuit, 1993
what is 'hiatus'?
Several blogs were, are, on hiatus _discontinuous. it's the average, norm, middle, comma,
hiatus is a rhetorical term
it's a point of view
_____________the idea of hiatus is a course in redirected thinking or tinkering or what is memory? but of the now...
pli
yes Mona and Jill and Franny discovering new ways of folding,___of becomings-text __ newer employments,
akin to new envelopments […]
but what always matters is folding, unfolding, refolding.Ravelling rapelling composing
first draft
seconde raft
sailing draught
fourth keel
fifth....
tacking....
call windy breezy
these words on parole
these texts here images here.. there around texts and prose to poetry poetry prose prose poem
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blessing to any who visit here
c.C.
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