Sunday, July 17, 2005
have had
some interest to paraphrase jordan's centos over at
Growing
Nation ... i put them in the comments ...
as i told jordan, i'm not sure these are precisely
paraphrases ... in that they don't follow the detail of the poems
but try to state the path of an "argument" ... which
may or may not exist in the poem itself ...
a sample:
a
cento for br tom murphy:
first line index
.03 I.knowing what to call the plants along this path
here a dire need to compact in grey wool...here
a wind...
mark the line...how it stutters into
night...
constru ed loosely these comments prepare
us
if we had tried with more care to unravel
or under orders not to remember the punch lines..not
to remember/
it's nothing...not broken...not
loose at the third spoke...not
if a toad were
darker...the morning would pass...
pleased to
be...among the inessential harrumphs...
meeting
a cardinal...whorling...and known
Paraphrase
IIn the botanical world one moves
unprotected in all weather toward limits. Even limits of speech
which murder speech. One moves toward a condition of not knowing
much of anything. Not even of the nature of not knowing.
Then one feels better. Even brighter.i'm not sure what purpose this
serves ... but it's fun to see what comes out when you squeeze
...
and o ... i wouldn't say
that a student (for example) who had read this paraphrase rather
than the cento itself would have "gotten" the cento
in any way ... the student may have only "gotten" the
paraphrase ... and he/she would, of course, flunk the test:
What
color was the wool? How many spokes were there? How much depends
upon the brightness of a toad?posted at 10:45 AM
The
Globe and Mail: A Dylan doc that truly rocks ... Containing
a full-length interview with the recluse, and lots of juicy footage,
Martin Scorsese's portrait is intimate, tender and raw, writes
ANDREW RYAN ... getting psyched for september 26-27 ...
posted at 9:43 AM
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Watch
Out World... Here I Come!! ... says niece Karen who has landed
au france ... but has not yet found time to blog the arrival.
posted at 7:39 PM
posted at 3:28 PM
why does
this bother me?
posted at 11:04 AM
The
Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel was instituted
by the Carmelites between 1376 and 1386 under the title "Commemoratio
B. Marif Virg. duplex" to celebrate the victory of their
order over its enemies on obtaining the approbation of its name
and constitution from Honorius III on 30 Jan., 1226 (see Colvenerius,
"Kal. Mar.", 30 Jan. "Summa Aurea", III, 737).
The feast was assigned to 16 July, because on that date in 1251,
according to Carmelite traditions, the scapular was given by the
Blessed Virgin to St. Simon Stock; it was first approved by Sixtus
V in 1587. ... such a
strange formulation ... "to celebrate the victory of their
order over its enemies" ... institutions ... gotta love 'em
... sigh
posted at 8:54 AM
Friday, July 15, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
two birds
... woody's birthday and my recent crushing on wilco ... done
in, of course, by mermaid avenue ... right now "california
stars" ... then "how one little boy could get so ugly"
off "minor key" ... kid stuff ... "ain't nobody
that can sing like me"
posted at 9:12 PM
a strangely
productive last couple days ... finished Tess yesterday appreciative
of Hardy's prose ... how he can pack a fairly florid victorian
diction into a compact modern syntax ... or some such thing ...
feels like a transitional style ... or is that just because i
know a few things (& probably not enough) ...
any rate ... both
film comment and
english
journal arrived in the post ... had unexpected coffee with
kaiser ... received email (& editorial request) from an old dutch
buddy ... and here's the big thing (you won't understand how big
this is) ... i cleaned the cat's bathroom ... i mean this is BIG
...
on the other hand ...
pomes at fyp seem to suck lately ... major shift or minor phase?
we'll see ... and i'm already on the verge of deciding to rescind
the new
this one
... as a moderately good idea that needs more commitment than
i can offer...
posted at 8:42 PM
Paula
remains my favorite special operative in the secret worlds of
plants and toasters
posted at 11:01 AM
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Rick
Santorum is identified as a carmel grad here ... but nothing
in his online biographies (the ones i've seen) indicates that
he or his family ever lived in illinois ... the missing years?
posted at 11:49 PM
Sharp
Sand: Politics of Ignorance ... lucky for us that one cardinal
does not a Church make (nor does one pope, nor one bishop, priest,
sister, brother, other) ...
posted at 10:57 PM
You are Wallace Stevens. You love everything,
especially the sound of things. Too bad you
are so obscure that at times even you don't
understand what the hell you have written.
Which
Famous Modern American Poet Are You?
via Quizilla
ha ... sure
posted at 11:24 AM
posted at 11:08 AM
People
hear that kind of hateful preaching and believe they are acting
as faithful Christians as they torch churches or beat up gays.
... via
paula's
house of toast:
I have no patience with theological homophobia.
I simply cannot bring myself to respect the opinion of those who
propound it. It is an execrable opinion, unworthy of respect,
unworthy of enshrining in articles of faith. amen, sister.
posted at 10:43 AM
altered booksposted at 9:35 AM
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
The Blog of Henry David
Thoreau ...
Thoreau's Journal: 12-Jul-1851
Now at least the moon is full, and I walk
alone, which is best by night, if not by day always. Your companion
must sympathize with the present mood. The conversation must be
located where the walkers are, and vary exactly with the scene
and events and the contour of the ground. Farewell to those who
will talk of nature unnaturally, whose presence is an interruption.
I know but one with whom I can walk. I might as well be sitting
in a bar-room with them as walk and talk with most. We are never
side by side in our thoughts, and we cannot hear each other's
silence. Indeed, we cannot be silent. We are forever breaking
silence, that is all, and mending nothing. How can they keep together
who are going different ways!posted at 8:38 PM
fait
accompli ...
The craving for what is no
longer
possible in conventional life- a feeling
of
personal significance, however, returns
the circle of makers of private language
designed
to discourage conventional
readers to the social
dynamics of team
sports. posted at 11:05 AM
Google Earthposted at 10:40 AM
Monday, July 11, 2005
if
you haven't lately or ever read amy's
everything
quinn ... you need to do it right now
posted at 8:25 PM
just
as i was admiring
paula's
resolve in trimming back her blogs ... just as i was pondering
hdt's dictum to simplify ... i decided to generate
this
one ... partly because i'd heard good things about the french
blogSpirit ... partly because
i wanted a spot for a different kind of writing ... so there it
is ... we'll see how far it goes
posted at 12:13 PM
so
the trip was good ... mom & meg run the state's best full-service
inn ...
thursday we stumbled around Prairie
Archives ... i in shorts got a chilly wet nose up my leg from
the store's mascot ... but i found a brand new good cheap copy
of the norton Winesburg, Ohio ... and a good cheap copy of The
Collected Poems of Hart Crane ... 1933 Liveright ... good poems
on good paper ... subtle design ...
friday we played at the lincoln
museum ... and saw almost everything ... too long lines kept us
out of "the white house" but we were able to see the
razzamatazz Ghosts of the Library and Eyes of Abraham Lincoln
technoramas ... Ask Mr. Lincoln was educational and good for us
... temporary exhibit
Blood on the Moon was an extensive and coherent
presentation around the assassination ... in itself worth a trip
to springfield ... memorable: a simple note in pencil ... hatemail
... something like "May the Hand of God strike you down.
Damn you" ... eternal violence of the self-righteous ...
god help us still ... we did the whole tourist thing ... posing
with the family ...
then we visited the WWII memorial
at Oarkridge Cemetery ... took a look at dad's brick ... from
certain angles the monument is not bad looking ... but it doesn't
work so well from others ... such as straight-on ... the aluminum
handrail dwarfs the globe and clutters the scene ... out of place
in the black and white ... i'd lose it ... and the site needs
many more trees ... wisely placed ... mom says she thinks there
will be ... but i'm doubtful
back in petersburg jay & i explored
the sorry old graveyard at the top of the hill ... kitty corner
from st. peter's church ... i'd always seen it from the street
... but this was the first ramble through ... very old for these
parts ... very dilapidated ... lots of fallen stones with evidence
of attempts to fix them ... lots of illegible stones ... mostly
sunbaked ... on the far side it leans down to a shady ravine ...
i heard some kids playing in a swimming pool nearby
friday night we celebrated
beth's birthday with a fiery mountain of homemade marshmallows
... to accomodate beth's recently arrived lactose intolerance
... yum ... we had some local corn too ... they say it's probably
the last of the good stuff for the season because we've got a
drought going on ... we need water ... & are hoping the remainders
of dennis will get this far for a few days' soak ...
posted at 11:07 AM
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