Monday, January 3, 2011
"With / no sound of metals this tundra sings..." / Baseball Poems in the next GlitterPony / Chapbook Announcement
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Mrs. Ted Hughes, the writer
Re-reading Miss Plath's 84 page The Colossus and Other Poems ( Random House, 1960 ). A gorgeous construction of pieces - "for Ted" - in the same way religious passages are gorgeous.
I am lulled by the acute attention to rhythm of the short line and the manner by which single sentences are skewed/tugged into three, four, five shorter lines, pulsing along, prompting a series of re-reads, evaluating a re-surging connectivity ( the entire of "Man in Black" joins three line stanzas to exhale 21 lines from a single sentence ). Stabilizing this trail of impression is always a period at the end. Always a capital letter begins the flushed-left line. One is placed within the poem, directed to sense, intuit from the conditions, on the terms, of the poem.
The manner in which simple lists of noun become surreal landscapes through an exact diction akin to meditation spurring epiphany. Lulled by the corset of the stanzas. They are trim. There's a taxing and archaic, but/therefore genuine, quality to the poetry. I don't use the word surgical, or deliberate, or reasonable ( though the poems are all of these things ), I say painful, and that which is painful deserves to be considered directly in composition, post-composition. That Sylvia informs me how to engage and disengage my own aggressions and maddenings is only one compliment.
"The Eye-mote," "Suicide off Egg Rock," and "Full Fathom Five."
Thursday, December 16, 2010
"Let's be close..." / Book Just Out
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
"Being someone who still dies in fires, All has the hour..." / Winter Poems Up at Blue & Yellow Dog
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Get That Loot Kid, You Know My Function / Insulation Poems
As per the title of this venue, I've been chewing the fat of the voice. The assumed/conjured voice, rather. If agency is nowhere, or with the spooks (Spicer), or with me, who am I to unfold? If the "me" is not I, if the "I" ain't me, is a trick being played? Do we not enjoy tricks?
As a response to the charge that contemporary American literature is simply too insulated (Click-Me), I placed myself firmly within the equation of utility (user+subject=used subject) that develops away from utility toward exploitation. To see what's what, and... who's what. Stories of platform (you know, for conjuring over) I stuck with:
-33 Chilean miners trapped a half mile underground for 70 days.
-Red toxic sludge flood in Hungary.
-Mexican bicentennial amid nationwide drug war.
My response (American, to be sure) was firstly in the very approach. My efforts to keep informed of the Chilean miner situation involved simply reading the paper and collecting clippings, eyeing the telly, catching online updates (as they arrived at me, akin to how an average (?) American might've stumbled to them), discussing the stories with friends and strangers.
Secondly, the method of composing a response was a sort of conjuring, allowing the writing to respond for and about itself: several references to purchasing. Mentionings, also, of the agony of citizenship, beer, significant periods of time spent in alleys, fog horns, solitude, colonialism, blind dogs, elections, outsourcing dangerous industrial practices, crooked politicians, general and acute paranoia, rejection of the body as representative shell of character, insomnia, wondering where they buried Garcia Lorca.
I stuck with these stories for as long as they were carried by The NY Times, SF Chronicle, and USA Today.
What is ultimately, though not solely, fascinating is the fact that in the case of the miners, they began to exploit the system that championed their story, then marketed themselves to become compensated through it. Holla.
They became agents of their own exploits. Kardashians without ever having to... do whatever the Kardashians did to become The Kardashians. Had they and their dyer situation not been utilized, exploited to sell papers ( comment on mining conditions in the country, reflect the efficient leadership of the Chilean president, even showcase the global engineering technologies industry to the whole wide world ) they would not now have the opportunity to utilize, exploit that same audience to get that chedduh by selling interviews, sponsoring themselves out to various causes/products, signing autographs at malls, appearing on Letterman.