what the brother said...
Sunday, December 14, 2003
now i've listened again to Jesus' Blood
Never Failed Me Yet... it requires 74 minutes of careful listening...
when used as ambient sound it will drive you looney... as it almost
did to me... it requires a prepared receptivity... a ready brain...
i guess... i'm distracted...
o man... did i really post links to stuff
at evil amazon... yep... and i'm thoroughly ashamed of myself...
yep... next thing you know i'll be shilling for mall-wart... or
some such... thing
listening to tom waits growling and wailing
the title tune on Go
Tell It on the Mountain
with the great Blind Boys of Alabama...
a fine set... despite the presence of the eternally obnoxious
little drummer boy... which has never ever been (may not be capable
of being) well done and needs to be put out of its (and our) misery...
pa rumpa pum pum...
the waits cut reminds me of his old work on gavin bryars' Jesus'
Blood Never Failed Me Yet
back in... uh... 93... 74 minutes
of "minimalist" magic...
aw right now the blind boys and chrissie hynde are crooning "in
the bleak midwinter"... nicely... and now aaron neville warbles
in with "joy to the world"... good stuff... mavis staples...
Saturday, December 13, 2003
nyah nyah nyah nyah nyaaah nyah...
i've got my semester exams all writ... but... of course... it's
a long road to christmas... and a short one to quarter's end...
how does that work... ?
Friday, December 12, 2003
of Illinois Laureate Announcement Press Release"Kevin has translated his life experience
into rhyme, rhythm and verse and has the wisdom to know that poetry
can have as much a place on the factory floor as it does in the
lecture hall," Blagojevich said in introducing Stein at the
Illinois State Library, Gwendolyn Brooks Building, which was named
earlier this year for the state's last poet laureate. "I
know you'll inspire young people to put pen to paper, to translate
their experiences and observations into writing as powerful as
Poets, Worldly Acts
Public and Private History
in Contemporary American Poetry by Kevin SteinLooking through the lens of the careers of Robert
Lowell, James Wright, Frank O'Hara, Adrienne Rich, Philip Levine,
Yusef Komunyakaa, Rita Dove, David Wojahn, and Carolyn Forché,
Stein illuminates the various ways contemporary poets redeem a
vision of personal, aesthetic, and social relevancy from the shadow
of traditionally narrated history.
poem by Kevin Stein
at the Colorado Review...
ILLINOIS PORTFOLIO - Kevin Stein
: Little Puddles, Spring Buckets, the Earth Awash
by Kevin Stein
bees, green tea leaves and sassafras,
mint so pungent the shut window
can't shut it
out --- we lie there, bathed in sweet wet breath of angels
who envy our lips' blessed rush of flesh
flesh they must turn their eyes from in pain of their own want
of a body
we step out of when making love,
vessel we hover above in spent moments, so sweetly
deep we've thrashed to come
out this other side,
flushed and astonished
to have plucked ourselves
free of want: pink and hardy weed whose roots sprout
puddles on breast and belly
and thigh --- tomorrow's
and another poem at the site...
his bradley u information...
Tribune | State's latest laureate crafts verse in a garage
Though Stein has received
public acclaim, many poets privately appraise his work as overly
sentimental and unpolished. But most agree his affability and
drive to form new programs qualify him well for the laureate post,
which is unpaid.
that sentimental charge... against feeling... or a certain kind
of... "unearned" emotional payoff... pushing the buttons...
i don't know this poet... kevin stein... where might his stuff
Corpse - A Journal of Letters and LifeHarvey's Index
of attendees at Harvey Senate's funeral last October 12th,
excluding the priest and altar boys (two): 4
Percentage of attendees bearing the Senate surname:
: Walter Benjamin
understood that like the growing
masses of moviegoers ,
thronging masses of bloggers
stand with insourciant
defiance towards the overall capitalist
of the function of
information and history.
i'm guessing that nyah nyah nyah nyah nyaaah nyah
quite the insouciance to which nick refers.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
really good christmas listening... right
now... leon redbone: christmas island... the whole dang thing...
it seems i'm the only
guy in the school with a christmas-decorated door... a great big
snowman cut out of big white paper... snowflake beadstrings...
paper snowflakes... thanks to one eager artistic senior named
a cool walk under a nearly full moon...
kind of like strolling with yr own personal streetlight... moon
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Emily Dickinson Random Epigram Machine
: Myself was formed - a Carpenter -
My plane - and I, together
Before a Builder came -
My Tools took Human - Faces -
Bench, where we had toiled -
Against the Man
- persuaded -
We - Temples build - I said -
we write into a world
is dry at sunset
has made something beautiful... sad... mysterious... enough
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Lecture - Literature 2003
to read this... it is said to be... something (via language
i remember a moment last year when i
was trying to help the sophomores write against their one-word
title... i said things like "when a natural thought comes
to mind, write its opposite"... "don't surrender to
the cliche"... "make no sense... if you are making sense
you are doing it wrong"... this had at least one poor kid
in tears... so desperate to give the teacher what he wanted, so
unable to "make no sense"... i felt mean
non-poet type person actually already has a poetic template in
place. To learn to write the person must unlearn this set of assumptions.
yes... this is good... i find
these templates everywhere in my students' reading... as well
as writing... the unlearning process is a long arduous tear-stained
path... for most
and yet... isn't it all there... because
yr doing this thing called "the poem"... how do you
suck the thing out of its own context... pretend yr writing a
memo to the boss... a get well card... trick yrself into thinking
yr no poet at all...
: I dream of a
poetry without any poetic vocabulary. That is, no word or phrase
that's there in the poem because I am writing a poem.
boyo... i know what you mean...
i've had this in mind too... probably impossible... how do you
get that intensity... past the flat boredom of simple saying...
without goosing yr diction... even just a bit... and what about
poems where yr taking on the poetical itself... going nose to
elbow with the expectations... which are of course yr expectations...
as if this weren't the tuesday before
the last tuesday... the last day... of the first semester... then
exams... and christmas
Monday, December 08, 2003
ConceptionIn the Constitution
Ineffabilis Deus of 8 December, 1854, Pius IX pronounced and defined
that the Blessed Virgin Mary "in the first instance of her
conception, by a singular privilege and grace granted by God,
in view of the merits of Jesus Christ, the Saviour of the human
race, was preserved exempt from all stain of original sin."
... and a holy day OF OBLIGATION...
much obliged, ma'am...
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