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Whose lil shoes got bigger during sleep?
'P i d e r II - New, Vague, Omniscient
* Or sure go ahead and go back to its previous, first - 'P i d e r 1
Nashville narrows and expands, width feud depth and contraction. August has the teeth of summer this way. More whom than where.
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'Ol Sam Langer and his Steamer are at #4, and saw fit to stash a bit of mine in there. One can order ( ? ) this zenith booklet ( a set of two ) from him directly ( ? - probably cheap, plus it ain't nowhere online nor even goggle-eyed with at by googling it ) - steamereditor@gmail.com
You will not be unexcited, unembarrassed.
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Have not been sending work anywhere for months now, finishing 'o n e' and configuring 'See, they return' into a chaptered array of facets...
And lo our 'P i d e r II is coming to y'all quiet soonish, with work from some seasoned comrades, and a newborn musico. Keep your eyes open, be looking good ( tambien check 'Pider #1 in case you don't know what's what eh ).
Yah the 'poetry/literature is dead/doesn't mean crud anymore' issue limps on, skewed by people that wanna get things off their chest. The issue is made heavier by some jacked up numbers: the writings of ladies are less presented than the writings of males. On and on and on this thing goes. What is reflected by this, the anger and zeal over a literature that does not reflect anyone anymore, that people don't feel represented by literature, that literature simply cannot represent anything?
Internet, the pervasiveness of literature, via the internet, to literature corrodes/has corroded the question of privilege to some great degree, has it not...
Internet is the equalizer of culture, technology is the alteration of culture into symptom, poetry/literature is the symptom of us now.
Poetry/literature with a pre-understood set of intrinsic, nonequivalent, jacked up facets regarding receipt, audience, readership, affect, riches, respect, recognition is no new skinny for people engaging in it.
For a straight whitesh male to say such inelegant things is bad taste, but taste. Taste, in the arts, the notion of taste in art. America is a kid with no taste buds, and no appetite for nothing neither.
So much attention to who is what, seems a waste. Make the art. What is 'getting access'? Getting access to being read, getting access to being appreciated as a writer, getting what and how. Has it not been that poetry/literature is less dependent upon getting something for its production than its coming into being, its existence...
There is a great decadence to the pessimism that seems necessary to write anything of importance.
An unyielding, inarticulate, obscure sense of inadequacy and anger foreground the art I understand as 'good'.
Doom. We are not the we we talk about when we talk about we. Poetry/literature is in this way always deathing. Because the power and exclusive importance of the straight white male to make himself always so is waned. Those for whom an optimism is a necessary part, those to whom an outward still warmly cares are split then.
Skew that which creates symptom, virus, narcotic is a moment of poetry/literature, connected to the drugs they they they.
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I know who Amanda Bynes is when other people know who Amanda Bynes is and not before.
o brother, egypt, egypt direct, egypt linear
we had here our red chests on the young men hovering on top of the slip n slide, potato salad, beer, rains, firecracker demos, lady dances for the 4th
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Plus the Jonathan Richman show was delightful, humid, unimpeachable, acoustic roars, gypsy americana.
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these are complicated images - a side effect of google earth's massive project
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The radical, insightfull English Language Notes, and Language in Society each tossing me bones of late months, each aiding, each for me to play catch up, to forward, each and neither available easily on line
(where does one acquire out of print books for very cheap? Bunker Archeology - from which these
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Third Man hosts a PoetrySucks! reading on Sunday, 7/7, should be myriad entendres happening, with Paige Taggart reading, also Sampson Starkweather
And and and The Big Beefers, Burg In Your Eyes, Pseudo-Omnivore, Beef Oven is doing up The Stone Fox on Wed, 7/10
Tao, Mingus ( I've bee'd through all of Yo La Tengo, their bests always are the 8-14 min songs, with mantra chant bass lines repeating under/around distortion ), Oppen, Aime Cesaire's Notebook. Don Delillo!
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Namaste houseshow friendparty bday keg-in-the-el-camino went swell - Kin Ship, The Beef-Hags, R. Ghosts, Clear Plastic Masks stirred such a hotfoot party brew that everyone sloshed in the cup, backyard cuba 50's DIY economic setups mingled abuzz atop ourselves, we all split into sounds just pushed through each other unbodied then rebodied in materials leaned out on, I did.
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Missed B&N's Lyrical Brew this last saturday. These things happen.
PoetrySucks! to host an open mic at where else Dino's on the 6th, go sure, sure.
Toubab Krewe is playing at my house ( also Exit/In tonight )
and tomorrow, May 25, duende forces Josephine Foster w/Victor Herrero play The Stone Fox with Honey Locust. Go there.
Also the Owl Farm is three for three on delivering straightup fun and delightful, stimulating, eccentric shows. I'm going more often.
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Day the less objects jammed back into themselves, drum close wind, altered. After waking from men construction everywhere adjacent windows, I find little bones in the streets. Olsen's Maximus never got done, in face I owe money for re-re-re-rechecking it out /plus spilling coffee into her and quick bits of head hair during hair cut reads. Onto and re-into George Oppen, his brevity, linearity, machinations.
Our 'Pider, ya'll made this list of experimental journals- Selby's List
As per norm of late, missed last nights Poet's Corner at Vanderbilt. Jamie Collins read, uh, his, uh, po, uh, etry. Also, I missed sentry Toni Morrison read at the Barnes & Noble last week too.
O, PoetrySucks! is doing an open mic thing at homebase Dino's on the 6th, June.
*Recommended reading/listenings - explore yr tear ducts, compounded by the quality of his writing: Larry Eigner at PennSound. Pull up the written along with the vocal.
