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Wednesday, July 23, 2003

Remarkable, sense as calculated as
roman nose

See Human Verb for an explanation of the last post.

Jeez, Kasey. You're only a 2.5 rating in the easiness category?

Leslie Scalapino from Crowd and not evening or light:

young
boy or man terrorist - flaccid - having old rule
that will
create that action - and him - affected - right -
negatively - not - by - his view


This is a wonderful excerpt from a wonderful poem, but I'm trying to get the hang of the dashes. More to say about it later. Is anyone out there very familiar with her work? I fear that I haven't read enough to speak to why she uses dashes, except to say that it creates a nice disjointed sense within the poem. Many writers (think Joyce) have tried to capture a street scene or such (Woolf at the start of Mrs Dalloway) all happening at once within the text, a full painting, employing different devices. I think that's what I read in this poem in part, but it may be that Scalapino is attempting something else and I'm entirely missing the point. The mind of the artist at work? Something not as physical as I'm getting from the words? It probably says more about the way that I read that I'm always looking for things, actual physical things, in poems like this, when perhaps I should be letting go of those conceptions. My own work doesn't always deal with such facts, so you would think I could read the same way I sometimes write.

Is it possible to read differently than one writes? Different part of the brain?

I need to post a better example of what I'm talking about. Will do so this week.

To all my little blogger friends I say hello. No time to write lately, no time to post the nothing I wrote (didn't write?). Not a problem with inspiration but time.

One thought: Jim Dunn is very bad for me. I am very bad for Jim Dunn. Jim Dunn is very good for me. I am very good for Jim Dunn. Jim brought me to Wiener's apartment and we stood there awhile, pondering should we or shouldn't we ring the buzzer and let the new residents of his Joy Street apartment know who the previous resident was and what he meant to so many? Alcohol was, obviously, involved. We didn't do it.

John's apartment was right on the underground railroad. I didn't know that.

They closed the supermarket where John bought his things. Jim has told me over the years what those things were, but I can't remember at the moment. Soon they'll close his Burger King, I suppose. Who knows what next. Why should the closing of a supermarket make the eyes water?

Sunday, July 20, 2003

from Classic Environment:


Books OR Politics

and no small compensation
title of this is single


Bazooka OR Book

dependable both
gotta go do my job


Legendary Legendaries

like Sinatra sublime
toast for everyone


A Straight Line OR Two Crosses

intersect or don’t
you and I in the foyer


Misdirected Entries

sandbars in winter or
other solvents


Congressional Mealtime

make up in texture
what it lacks in taste

No, not dying of thirst but
embedded in rock, drinking from a
straw what water
can be had from pudding stone

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