Sunday, March 07, 2004
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Republic of PoetryFor
me, the essence of writing poetry is an act of retaining time;
poetry is a form for preserving time. Therefore poetry is memory.
Every time we read poetry we can decipher and revive the passage
of time at that particular moment. We can live through it again.
When I left China, I was old enough to take the best of China
with me the words, the language, the imagination and the
remembrance of the past. Everything I miss has been stored in
my memory. So I don't think I have lost China. I keep it all intact
in my memory.
(via poetry hut blog
how odd... and interesting... Spiritual
neurologyIn the first
of what he hopes will be a series of experiments, Dr Beauregard
and his doctoral student Vincent Paquette are recording electrical
activity in the brains of seven Carmelite nuns through electrodes
attached to their scalps. Their aim is to identify the brain processes
underlying the Unio Mystica-the Christian notion of mystical union
with God. The nuns (the researchers hope to recruit 15 in all)
will also have their brains scanned using positron-emission tomography
and functional magnetic-resonance imaging, the most powerful brain-imaging
have been enjoying john latta's Hotel
for some time... full of thinking and stuff... of course...
but fresh language too... like waking up
think about this... Stamen
... why some poems... mine too... feel like unfinished
lists even when they've got verbs in them somewhere...why so suspicious
of pronouns articles ordinary breath and such... still... fun
to tumble with the dictionary
Friday, March 05, 2004
in a great dickinson dash... Loren
has read all of Miss Emily
... in a fairly compact span of
time... i love her stuff... but such a marathon read would make
me dangerous enough... to be handled with a chain...
read this Biography
of Franz Kafka
... at the world's greatest modern lit site...Despite the fact that he performed
well, he believed himself to be the dumbest student in the class,
and was in constant fear of having his stupidity unmasked. He
imagined that every examination would result in a tremendous failure;
but in spite of this pessimism (or maybe because of it), he always
passed, and sometimes even excelled.
i ask the apes why Beloved ends as it
does... with this coda you could call a prose poem... rather than
with the last interaction between sethe and paul d. ... silent
space... then a few of the usual suspects pick it up... comes
to me through this discussion that morrison is reasserting the
broader scope... reminding us that this particular story is not
just about these specific characters... (and ooo wasn't it creepy
and ooo wasn't it gross) but about a community... a haunted community...
one that wants or needs to or just does forget... so the book
has been wondering about the intricacies of "rememory"...
which is what haunting means if it means anything
Thursday, March 04, 2004
story of a literary squabble... gardner
versus barth... Baltimore
City Paper: War of Words (March 3 - March 9, 2004)Barth introduces Gardner and gives him the floor.
Gardner starts off with his usual spiel. He explains to Barth's
class why, in his opinion, modern American literature has lost
its way. Art, he claims, is about values--a process of 'moral
affirmation.' The major writers of the '70s have lost touch with
the sense of mission that propelled Melville, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy,
station. The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language:
Fourth Edition. 2000.service
A retail establishment at which motor vehicles are refueled, serviced,
and sometimes repaired. Also called filling station, gas station.
2. A business or branch of a business where services, especially
repairs, can be obtained
last avant-garde - d. lehman
digressions on some
poems by frank o'hara - j. lesueur
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
King's acceptance speech at The National Book FoundationThere are some people who have
spoken out passionately about giving me this medal. There are
some people who think it's an extraordinarily bad idea. There
have been some people who have spoken out who think it's an extraordinarily
good idea. You know who you are and where you stand and most of
you who are here tonight are on my side. I'm glad for that. But
I want to say it doesn't matter in a sense which side you were
on. The people who speak out, speak out because they are passionate
about the book, about the word, about the page and, in that sense,
we're all brothers and sisters.
extracurriculars for next year... wonder
if this school could use something like a poetry club... bunch
of kids who want to write it... read it... perform it... argue
about it... probably couldn't/shouldn't call it "the poetry
club"... what a turnoff... cuz poetry's for losers... as
everybody knows... might have a bigger draw with a
... but... we're a catholic school... and all that implies...
Day in History
... matt neuman's a smartass..
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
big congrats to erin over at Lose
I was offered my very first book deal.... What's this book going
to be about, you ask? Well, not surprisingly, it's about weight
loss. But the book, tentatively titled "Diaries of the Mad
Diet Bloggers: Tales From The Frontline," goes deeper than
just losing weight. It deals with the issues that come with losing
weight or being overweight -- clothes, sex, past and present body
image and more. I wanted to do a book that stopped trying to tell
women and men how to lose weight, but simply commiserated about
... cool... and a touch more transcendent than mr.
berardinelli grants...John Wayne's teeth... John Wayne's teeth...
Are they plastic? Are they steel?
what was i doing just then at fyp with
those skinny pieces... full of nothing... they seemed sound-driven...
i had these phonemes stuck in my head... like water in the ear
canal... stand up... jump around... shake it out...
so this is my book of scraps... how you
like my scraps, mr. bones?
talking funny everywhere... never was
much of a funny talker... but bobby is pleased by my laugh...
cherry orchard scenes were not half bad...
we'll use tomorrow for some "fine tuning"... which consists
of me saying "don't jump up there"... "don't wander"...
"slow down"... "speak every syllable distinctly"...
heady stuff like that
tuesday after school in computer lab
505... yearbook is happening... and i am here happening with it...
more or less... some writing problems... and now a string of machines
have just crashed... seems related to PageMaker... ouch... and
i'm extraneous in any emergency...
Monday, March 01, 2004
dr. mardy grothe of chiasmus.com
will be interviewed on npr's talk of the nation (91.5 here around
chicago) this thursday 2:40 central... i'll probably miss it since
it's right in the middle of my last period... but... who knows...
ah... heavy good rain... buckets and
actually... that last should read "snow
dirt"... since the actual snow is mostly gone... just these
sad little black and grey piles here and there... thunder more...
rain rain rain... come on
thunder just now... the first thunder
of whatmightbecalled spring... and that theatrical light we get
just before a good rain... come on... wash all this dirty snow
schedule e today... curiculum planning
meetings... stage three... assessment strategies... i am groaning
worldlit folks are practicing their Cherry
Orchard scenes... set to be performed tomorrow...
in today's post...
Wendell Berry's A Continuous Harmony
pretty quiet in ape-land when i posed
today's question about Beloved... was i that obtuse... had they
done the reading? pretty quiet...
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