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2020/12/20

The J, hotel

 

 

I think Ill be calling this suite of poems The Interstate Motel, No, the The wig between the sun, Your Legs Your love,


Crippled I am and crippled you were,



 you've been  been   like with guitar , stand up bass, kettle drum?     doing __



You  added a character named May \


 to the hotel's cast of personages, and Jill, who is a perceptual persona from the Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari, a series I wrote over a period of a couple of years maybe 5 and which are dormant  .. at this time,  None of th at is


true we are not using it with the music,


don't even think of it  for cying out loud!





ANd no more periods please!   ,  comma comma ,



  Blog it!

  of course as all my readers know only you can access these mysterious poems! which ae secretly written in the voice of time,



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2020/11/01

That place there,

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Welcome to  this litel blog

  new readers and old to

  thee poetic machine, poetry machine,d esire 

match, machine whirrin.  humming , spinnin'n

pumping out goods! day an night! our workers digging, drilling

and shelving, scopping!

winding and unwinding

composing  and recomposing,
labyrinth the rhizome maid, the elected poetic

 the burrowed Butler,

the subconscious,  preconscious reconscious   electronic maze of poetry


and word, breath and pause, the heartbeat

of language as it is lived in the moment of the electronic live

 

   s              t                   u                 d          i              o

 

 welcome to the intimate

place

of your own tenderness

and love

 

 

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2020/10/29

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 I love an ancient work for its novelty.... albeit I don't post as often to              this blog
 
the consideration that it's still here has its own attraction so bouncing back and forth here
 
After all Here for the time being is described a s a satellite

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this poem (was)is from a small? series  You were..I am writing , it refers to stories in the different books that were not included in the official list which makes up the volume, or canon of the Bible. o r in your most recent book of which blogs re numerous ...

 

Other gospel stories, like those of Mary, and doubting Thomas, Judas , Pilate,  gave me the idea of trying out these poems which are like conversations between the characters and myself and the ideas most of us are familiar

 

                                 and so let us say

 

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_---m  luter

 
 
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 (Cp How long did it take you to write that..
C:  About a half hour?... yet you see... i was practicing in my head a few days? before writing it out a moment like that might be in the-making months ahead a genesis of thought then it words itself out, shaping the head, and
then
i come along and fiddle with it later,)  (in live performance it would be tweaked al l  lover   )
 
CP it sounds like you're pulling my leg!
  C: yes
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(Tail Plateau.. the primary prose... before C.  Before Christ was Jesus ... B.C.)

2020/08/25

On thé breath of many,

 On the secrets of lovers and time,G

                the hidden place the secret bodies & locations,
                          the night  air between their mouths,
                                                tenderness on their fingers,
                                                         holding the air,

                                        ___________

2020/03/12

'this blog and ..'



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I'm no longer posting to  this blog in a regular basis
                      
                                                                   but  moved
                                                              2to 

hereforthetimebeing.blogspot.com



     People an blogs move as nations do

                         as trucks,
                                           clouds,
                                                           and
                                                                              rings,

 

 

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  Location: British Columbia    _____________

2020/02/29

reborn




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 you __ i hate sonnets the digital backbreak of the dumb|dead|mute sign|  no condign like that|
  14 pretentious lines with their gew-gaws the abbabababbbauue,askakld   and the little
turn-key at the near end the closing copulating couplet but not Eyetalian mister Tallinn 
nor the intaglio of the radicel volute  its crisp in the inside of    y'our love  sending 
sensitivity vibes over the atmosphere each one following her skirt up the staircase|
  your work  abababbaba has been summoned to the  rascal  or the rogue in atten-
dance like  a cheap curb| come off she say where if we go it happen| what if no
one show|if weather permit|cling to the ought |no one has given birth least of 
pat red begobbing in wedens  |a fake you never met  a better con | fat
 as canny|

of the sensitive one i dream she was born before  i was yet reborn
in the line of parallel incarnations along the railroad of self

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  were she born before me as  my sister then reborn as my daughter she's my younger mother
now  in the  raisin of the sun her handy gown clutching the wind of its horizon


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2020/01/25

oetry foldiNg OsIP oSiP

In a discussion concerning the distinction between Book and Notebook, Nadezhda Mandelstam makes this comment about the collection which goes under the name of Tristia. Turns out that it was not assembled by Mandelstam.


" In his younger days M had used the word "book" in the sense of "phase." In 1919 he thought he would be the author of one book only, but then he realized that there was a division between Stone and the poems that came to be known under the general title Tristia. This title, incidentally, was given to the collection by Kuzmin, and the book itself is a miscellany of jumbled-up manuscripts taken to Berlin by the publisher without M's knowledge. " Hope Against Hope page 192.


She is not critical about this fact (what a relief not to have criticism!) , but simply points it out and in the next chapter of the book, Cycle 41, she continues to discuss the poems, and their relation to M's sense of phases, and what it was that constituted a book for him, or a cycle of verses and the interplay between the varied strands .


--------------------- I came across this striking cover of Tristia. It would be interesting to know how the editions of M';s have fared since she wrote her memoir, and how this edition came to be. Did the editors know that the poems in it were not organized by the poet, and if they did, how did they consider this?



__________________________________ this photo of Mandelstam in a happier moment ~




One must not forget the great Joy in the Poet,


and the self - humour of laughter
in spite of all ~


(them versers that
themselves to o
seriouslee become
bad poets)



"TRISTIA", d'Ossip Mandelstam. Livre de poésies publié aux éditions "Pétropolis" (Berlin- St Pétersbourg) en 1922, à 3 000 exemplaires dont 100 numérotés. Illustration de la couverture de
Mstislav Doboujinsky.





'The past and the present do not denote two successive moments, but two elements that coexist' ... Professor Deleuze on Bergson


so each past of the poem
runs ahead to its future
in the receiving loving hands of its reader
lips


So all poem co-existing in the folding and un
rolling





"Only in Russia is poetry respected – it gets people killed. Is there anywhere else where poetry is so common a motive for murder? "- M says this to Nadia in Hope against Hope.... that is, Mandelestam says this to his wife.


(ah, but they say the time 's changed Osip but it's not its everywhere this killing)





indeed ~ Russians receive poetry vividly ~ in bushels of heaps it ~ and take it to heart. we once did . memorizing , thank god, huge swathes of verse ~


George Stein er in a talk I heard once speaks of Russian audiences reciting along with a poet as he recited to the em one of Shakespeare's sonnets...



Now that must have been
something


imagine
what beauty
and audience
of 4000 or more
reciting together

that


Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


but we amnesiacs recall in fragments of bitter pieced our memory and memorized snippings...


us aphasiacs an failures

us readers of delirium....

------------------------ Steiner the impassioned polyglot



and Wordsworth too was able to cite from memory great chunks of poetry ....


but us half wits we can barely read our reaching hands spacing for text.....


now having said all that terribly sad truth

one has to imagine another side to the memorization view and the sometimes specious
perspective which claims poetry was once based on oral traditions... true as it is.....

One cannot imagine Finnegans Wake being memorized and handed down

even by the author....

It had to be written

and its written-ness is

its memorization


the writing is the memorization
and the fact of
ecriture is the act of heart and variety which makes its

memory as text the tongue licking backward as its speaking self composes
the written word ~

hands which love
hands which hold
and those that clutch
and
most living those hands
which write...
(this is a memory of a verse by Tzara written
in the 50's).

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I've also come across this blog

devoted to reading Russian books Lizok's Bookshelf

and this connecting bridge to the Anna Akhamtova Museum


------------------------ et voila Tristia
Recited in the original Russian, followed by a reading of Joseph Brodsky's English translation





The act of writing is memorization. The text as written is already the memorized tradition. The reading writing tradition and the
oral forgotten
tradition




________________________ __________________________________ poets, including myself, should not be

afraid to make mistakes, in deed we ought to make big ones the bigger the better the larger the wider as the tongue's far and wide _______________________
beside which we make them anyhows. as tense to verb is clutter to vein, and vain is not vase to its hoped for rip. the mouth roars, the god calls yes
the god calls ~ _________________________

2020/01/02

tell us



_________________ _______


 tell us about your trips to:

1: Lebanon,


   Luxembourg, Spain, Gibraltar,



2: Denmark,    ____( Greenland?)

3: Holland

4: Norway

5: England

6: Wales

7: Ireland

8: Iceland

9: Finland

10 Latvia

11: Estonia and Lithuania

12 Russia

13: Mongolia,

14: China,

15 South Korea, Cambodia, Vietnam, Thailand, Myanmar, Laos,

16 Japan

17 Indonesia, Micronesia Philippines,

18   Indian ocean adorning ,    

                                                                   South sea island off here an there,

                     (the islands later of the Caribbean)

      was that the Atlantic or Atlantis bearing there  under all and sheathed?



19 A tour boat off  the coast of Antarctica,

20 India,

21 Nepal,

22 Former eastern countries

of former so called eastern block ,


23  France,  to see ___  and to _____Genoa, Naples, Florence,


____Zurich,
                                           Budapest               Berlin,
                  _______
  Rotterdam,



24: Did you forget Sweden


      How could I how could I

  or India ancient of the vales,



25:

Don't forget Bulgaria nor Albania

and how about Zagreb?

  Sarajevo,

                 and this spot or that one tucked off behind an island, a mist far forged,

forgotten


Moldova,

 and the plains or tundra Siberia,



 (Poland, O yes Poland a country and a half and more to explain )



and other spots near the Adriatic coast,

 tiny hideaways,

wee villages,

with trombone players

and lovers

trumpeting her wares,



Mexico,


(for old gods,)


Egypt,
(perhaps older)


  Kenya,

&

     South Africa,


&


And New Zealand,


 South America,

 the Andes, Peru,

  Paraguay, Brazil,

Chile,

  Argentina,




 a whole array of continents and   coigns, countries and cities

                 with languages abounding,





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