2010/08/31
lettre livre et ... .
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Le livre ...était un cadeaux ... et tu est libre et je dis ça avec beaucoup de tendresse même avec toutes les complications d'une situation comme le notre...... tu n'est pas obligée... tu était jamais obligée tu est libre tu est vrai comme moi je suis vrai dans mon corps dans cette ville et toi dans ton cœur dans ta ville
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2010/08/27
washed
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Mary Magdalene washed Jesus' feet
wiped his feet with her hair
poured water & nard
(from the alabaster jar)
(from the alabaster jar)
washed
and dried
kissed his feet the one she loved
her lips
her hair
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(Blake illustration)
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2010/08/23
wa y
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this way your body speaks
love
and knows
the notes of noise ~
but let no further speak you
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2010/08/21
frank kermode
The literary critic has died Frank Kermode ~ a perpetually affirmative reader and writer of texts.
it is a sad moment in time
as it will be when Harold Bloom passes
The guardian writer
has
written a tribute
to him
of which
this excerpt ~
'the literature he himself liked best to play against, and master, was
complex. He had little time, for example, for Thomas Hardy. Why? Because
he felt Hardy gave up his meanings too easily.
The modern poet Kermode
most respected was Wallace Stevens – never a writer who yields to the
reader without a struggle. Once at Edinburgh in the 1960s (I was there),
he mischievously asked the audience if they wanted his easy or his
difficult lecture on Stevens.
We stuffily opted for "difficult" and
tried, desperately, to keep the bamboozledom off our faces over the next
hour. Kermode was hard to keep up with in those days. '
and
'In the long years of his retirement at Cambridge he capitalised on his
uniquely well-stocked mind to establish himself as a stylish literary
essayist. He had, with Karl Miller, helped to found the London Review of Books in 1979. It became the principal outlet for what, in one of his gathered collections, he called Pieces of my Mind. These essays ranged from meditations on the penis of Jesus to Kazuo Ishiguro's Nocturnes
and speculations as to whether the resurrection actually happened or
was Christianity's finest fiction. A good, though by no means complete,
selection is found in his last collection, Bury Place Papers, published at the end of last year.'
and
at the london review of books blog
Frank Kermode and the origins of the LRB
The Editors 19 August 2010
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'Frank Kermode died yesterday. He was the most erudite man I’ve ever
known, and the best company. He had a lovely sense of humour and a
smile that — literally — seemed to twinkle. He first came into my life
as a distant presence — as General Editor of the Fontana Modern Masters
series, ideal material for an autodidact like me. It was only in the
1990s that I got to know him in person, for it turned out that we had a
good friend in common. '
from Memex 1.1
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2010/08/19
thither~
the rain
comes
(two are not sure)
herd of thunder
comes
(two are not sure)
herd of thunder
passing wheel of night
hither and spawn their gracious
capturing
temporary
the fog
beauty's mist
temporary
bumpily
the fog
beauty's mist
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enunciate predicate
shift the vowel
take care of that teething onion
small word
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2010/08/15
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I saw you (from the performance)
I saw you
I saw you
'n two
nd they tell you you don't work
where are you working now?
are you doing this that and some other obtuse thing... doing dishes .. say... messenger man..
g
arden tiller
mail man
(feemaleman~body&soul)
(feemaleman~body&soul)
H ow to make the surface of the poem work
Her Uncle lived at
but her uncle was her brother
and Inluding in all movies
nd they tell you you don't work
where are you working now?
are you doing this that and some other obtuse thing... doing dishes .. say... messenger man..
g
arden tiller
mail man
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here you go roun'roun dancin
maniac ~
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Now for dis to make sens e you gotta dance around it like
flyin' feets in the floooor <>
flyin' feets in the floooor <>
|Les etapes... les pieds _ the floor _
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2010/08/14
ferrule
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/ (he ) /
enters the face(of) beauty
enters the face
that way
finding the rest space of love ~
if the lyric
wont speak
breath's the road
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Danse
Danse
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2010/08/12
2010/08/10
've 2
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my breath comes to you like a child
the mouth cry forbidden wor~s
Carte Natale~Postale non envoyée
non envelopee
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've
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the nights and days you've been alone
what does that do to a body
w h e r e does i t find col d h e a t
d e s i r e
as hunger and meaning have their way
meaning gets lost
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2010/08/08
_____________And
CD_ __ 2 years wandering in the old Europe then to India 1974 we headed and across the continent and into the other places.. we did not name.. the around the places temples then finding Angkor Wat and over up 'round the
Khyber trail -- camped outside and headed over and around the lines cutting across the
mother body of India to the Deer Park Benares and the Bo tree ~ Buddha Saint Bodhisattva .. wanted to get back to the fall lectures.. o ver in France...and the heat was devastating and no deva-sura could handle it... as the grand voice would speak.. again but we were caught in the drift...
and we jaunted runnin g the trails the foothills of the Himalayas
and we'd heard of the place Tibet.
but there was no time and there were soldiers there... from China invading packs of wild armies on the mob patrol.. headed by Mao's henchmen.. so aiming back to Europe the long way through the Balkans and into Zagreb and then over to Beograd.... here was the city of Tito's country and G. said to me do you understand it , that's when we picked up our first cat. ..
CP: these were the early cheap travels?
CD: Aye, aye. there were in them far off times.. our persian maps kept the clock..
On the return we stopped over the Greek islands and over the waters of Priapus.. past the Cyclades and boating over the water.. inland moving on the water.weaves .. on some weird boat... and I made a friend then an English guy and we hit the sea burst waters turned out he'd been a guy on a sail boat gone all the way to Canada with it... over the Atlantic we swapped stories... and we moved along closer to Israel.. .the holy land...
... visited to Jerusalem.. into September and I'd met a poet older than me some years or so and she'd been there before 1967 war and there was a haunting quality to it and her visit's recounting said as much she'd met men who ridden with Lawernce.. .and there was a strange mist rising from the past...
and the skies surely of Jerusalem have never been forgotten in my head and eyes and ears and hands and tasting the dust of that place the sky..
CP Did you both make it back to France , and in time , too?
CD Aye aye but barely just with enough ..
CP and your passport from those days?
CD that passport sweated in out life and death in those days all over the place...
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imperfect adjustments of night
the sea's day is thunder
dog rose wandering
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2010/08/07
Panagoulis
they brought him to the garden
outside of somewhere to see ~
the garden is what it was ~
smiling the man in there ~
Pana ~ you ~
nigh
night
somewhere in the time ~
after the abandoned , what? , the cage
jaw bone
moved , felt ,
moved , felt ,
it's been long
don't know how
(one cant be ashamed for disappearing jaw ) (felt what was not skin there ) (but an empty glory hole ~)
no one nun
alone done
your life is this
a body empty in space
walking alone the weight
then the pain begins
it's the
rocks ~
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it's the
rocks ~
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this is a man who's been punished
for willing the impossible
seeing the blind
punished for being punished
punished for being ashamed
You are punished for being punished for being punished for being
punished
guilty to breathe
to alive
to look
guilty to want ~ guilty
to be guilty ~
removed low god dead low
guilty to breathe
to alive
to look
guilty to want ~ guilty
to be guilty ~
removed low god dead low
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the cage? the dirty cage
think Fallaci meeting Panagoulis
think Fallaci meeting Panagoulis
after ~
2010/08/05
Working towards
Pound Milton _____________ ExPress the train of sound glory and words
I am working towards completing a longish post about Pound Milton and others. the negative in criticism is what drives me crazy.
negative meaning it is not constructive and its fundamental ground work is refusal reje ction, destruction ___ the sense of negate is to push away what is there and pretend it does not exist __ why does an artist do this? for his own purposes only the rest is gravy and perhaps any pretences to objectivity at that level are just gravy and patch work, soup mix, spuds and potatoes....
__ whereas in reality i think it is not so much criticism as polemics poetic polemics the shifting of one aesthetic to another
__ whereas in reality i think it is not so much criticism as polemics poetic polemics the shifting of one aesthetic to another
__ it is hot too hot in mOntreal these days. this sort of heat makes no sense. heat like this is a bad poem. ! what? a bad poem weather? weather a poem? of incalculable dimensions
2010/08/04
li v in
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livin' alone
eating alone
born alone
dying alone
alone
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