Sunday, December 04, 2005

from Rue Hazard ... 21 November ... missed it back then ...

Ain't we poets here just to roil the language up, to pet its fine coat tail to nape? The idea that one'd attempt to control the usage of that mess vis-a-vis a word that apparently calls for inappropriate behaviour, seems, uh, inappropriate.

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what sounds like a modest proposal from Stephen Vincent ... just might be the thing ...

As a whole, large generation, so-called "Aging Boomers" begin to move into thier seventies, eighties and ninetes, youthful generations - at least those who do not want to abandon thierr elders - will form "language brigades" to combat the depression and griefs from aging. Similar to the revolutionary artists, the "Constructivists" of 1915 Russia, these brigades, individually or in groups, will join and perform readings among the ranks of their elders. Works by Gertrude Stein, Dr. Seuss, Elizabeth Sitwell will be at the foundation of thier work. Superfially, I suspect, this sounds crazy.(We live in a country where poetry is so marginal). Whether or not the listening experience is a verifiable form of "re-ordering the genes" within one's DNA, I do not know. However, the experience and sight of radiant and gratified elder audiences will be worth its weight in gold - and, oh, so much cheaper to provide than the oppessive costs of mind numbing drugs.

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Saturday, December 03, 2005

good to see suzanne is the Saturday Poet over at The Middlewesterner ... it's a great long poem called Sea'd Saga ... and it begins ...

in this lifetime
I have lived not by the sea
yet the sea has lived in me
in my head
aslosh and tide driven
and shriven
in the bone white chalice
of my skullduggery


so you see it's safe to read ... and won't give you a hopeless mental thrashing like some other poets we know ... who don't care much for grammar or common sense ... and you'll find suzanne's plenty playful in words ... just go read the thing.

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Interview with Michael Ablemen

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Fresh and Local CSA - LocalHarvest

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Friday, December 02, 2005

Fair Use in a Nutshell

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Fair use

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o how could i have missed it ...

It's the birthday of Nikos Kazantzakis, born on Crete (1885). He wrote Zorba the Greek (1946), and The Report to Greco (1961), in which he describes himself as a young man arriving at a monastery in the Sinai Desert, and asking the abbot if he can make a retreat in this holy place, where he will be sure to hear the voice of God. The abbot tells him, "All voices can be heard here in the desert. And especially two which are difficult to tell apart: God's and the devil's." ...

who played chaos ... spun strange shadows ... through my adolescent brain ...

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Thursday, December 01, 2005

Conchology: On the Comprehensive Empathy of Walt Whitman -- and Its Kinship to the Comic Mode ...

I assert that death is a class of destruction. No great news there. But I want to add that death, though a rather complete and maybe even "no nonsense" kind of destruction, is at heart a comic sort of destruction. And I think Whitman, though not himself a comic writer, knew this. Let me explain.

Comic destruction is never merely destructive; it has a levity to it, as if it will be followed by an improving and restorative force. Death to me is like this. Cartoons, also, are like this ...

so i stumble onto this just as ... as you see ... i'm back from a funeral ... and just as the sophomores are negotiating whitman's fresh moves .. and just as the seniors have considered tragedy and comedy ... yes, comic destruction ...

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back from april's funeral now ... as nice a one of those as any one of those can be ... i saw you there too ... so you know what i mean...

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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Poetry Archive

posted at 7:16 PM points of consciousness around the world

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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

there are mangers and cradles everywhere

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from thomas merton ...

Be content that you are not yet a saint, even though you realize that the only thing worth living for is sanctity. Then you will be satisfied to let God lead you to sanctity by paths that you cannot understand. You will travel in darkness in which you will no longer be concerned with yourself and no longer compare yourself to other men. Those who have gone by that way have finally found out that sanctity is in everything and that God is all around them. Having given up all desire to compete with other men, they suddenly wake up and find that the joy of God is everywhere, and they are able to exult in the virtues and goodness of others more than ever they could have done in their own. They are so dazzled by the reflection of God in the souls of the men they live with that they no longer have any power to condemn anything they see in another. Even in the greatest sinners they can see virtues and goodness that no one else can find. As for themselves, if they still consider themselves, they no longer dare to compare themselves with others. The idea has now become unthinkable. But it is no longer a source of suffering and lamentation: they have finally reached the point where they take their own insignificance for granted. They are no longer interested in their external selves.

From New Seeds of Contemplation by Thomas Merton. New York: New Directions, 1972.

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Monday, November 28, 2005

sad news this morning that one of our teachers ... april muellner ... has died after a long series of struggles with cancer ... she stopped teaching after first quarter ... with a hope that she'd be back after christmas ... but that wasn't to be ... april was a model of quiet grace and hope under much pressure ... and one of those people who teach faith by living it in all the important ways ... may she rest in peace

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Kathleen Raine

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