Sunday, April 02, 2006
[after reading the first poem in nick piombino's
(1988) ... which is luckily a new book to me]
not just that i would probably
never use the word "permutate" ...
not just never in classrooms diningrooms cars on
the phone or in the garden ...
exactly never but you'd have to turn me into something orange
before i'd write it ... though most likely i would say it under
the right conditions ... with just enough alcohol and a nervous
desire to impress ... as i have done similarly in the past)
not just that i'd turn myself
in for the reward ...
i'd say something else just to hear myself talk ... as we say
... or write something else with a similar goal in mind ...
and i'd be damn happy in my saying
and hearing ... writing and reading ... happy as a pigeon ...
even if i used it wrong
But my art is just empty words on
a page if it does not, indeed, persuade, if it enters into the
world as self-justification or self-flagellation or aesthetic
ornamentation rather than as interaction, conversation, provocation
(for myself and others).
Charles Bernstein, "Comedy and
the Poetics of Political Form" in A Poetics
Gallery: Little Sparta, Stonypath, Dunsyre, Scotland
sure what this looks like ... i'm posting the link here so i can
check it out in school tomorrow ... o ... back to the fast connection
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Irish Novelist John McGahern, 71
McGahern, whose evocative novels and short stories about the bleak
life of the Irish countryside made him one of Ireland's most respected
writers, died March 30 of cancer at a Dublin hospital. He was
His work was once banned
in his homeland, but in later years, he became a revered figure
for his unsentimental and subtly written tales of a rural Ireland
coming to grips with centuries of tradition and the strictures
of the Catholic Church.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
had a really good time with pete, donna,
john, kathie, and darwin last night ... i should get out more
... finished the berry poetry indexes today ... here
... and here
... and the world stands back in amazement ... cleaned out the
dead garden & found the little baby tulip sprouts have already
been cruelly munched by unnamed critters ... but we all know who
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
turns out ... one of my spring break
projects has become ... to index the poetry of wendell berry ...
first lines and titles ... and i'm almost done ... but am running
out of steam as i approach the collected poems 1957-1982 ... because
the sucker lacks (can you believe it?) (has always lacked) a first
line index ... which means i've got to take it poem by poem & page
by page ... and then there's a certain amount of drudgery for
the web set-up ... but ... it's all good ...
a very productive day begins with getting blood-stuck
for cholesterol &
liver checks ... and the heating/ac guys appeared out of nowhere
to bang & smash & wretch like a cat the old machines down below
... and this afternoon i'm off to plainfield to see rare brothers
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
nice article on doc annis (thanks, mom
& mt) ...Joliet
doctor taught, inspired ...
doctor taught, inspired
By Andrea Hein
Joliet Herald News staff writer
An Extraordinary Life
Annis may have served in the medical field for more than 40 years,
but his legacy is not only that of a doctor.
He was "the doctor who ..."
The doctor who would open up his practice after
hours for a patient in need.
doctor who couldn't stand to see someone turned away and would
take a late walk-in, even if the person wasn't an obstetrics and
who was an active community volunteer.
The doctor who was a loving husband, father, family
"He was a father
to more than just his own children," said Lynn Zajda, one
of Annis' daughters.
passed away at the age of 81 on Feb. 22 and is survived by his
wife of 58 years, Stephanie; six grown children * John, Michael,
Timothy, R. Scott, Lynn (Annis) Zajda and Mary Beth (Annis) Macfarlane;
and numerous grandchildren, nieces, nephews and cousins.
As a physician with the Joliet Medical
Group, Annis was the OB/GYN who was honest with his patients and
If he didn't
know the answer to a patient's problem, he wouldn't hesitate to
refer her to someone else, John Annis said.
"He never let his ego get in the way of his
medicine," John Annis said.
he knew when his patients or staff could use a dose of his humor
that he retained until the end.
one of Annis' caregivers asked him how he liked his oatmeal, he
quipped, "in cookies."
could have kept his golden years to himself and his family, but
he shared a decade of his retirement and more than 1,000 hours
with the area's neediest patients at th as Doctor Annis, he was
also dad and grandpa.
cringed when he wore long black socks and black shoes with shorts,
but smiled when he delivered boxes of doughnuts on Sundays.
He refused to cut grass but loved
tinkering with anything that was broken.
His love for his family could be seen in the way
he tried to console his wife during his last hours, family members
"As weak as he was,
he was trying to comfort her," Zajda said.
Annis said if he hadn't been a doctor he would have
been a teacher, John Annis recalled.
in many ways he was.
rides home from church came with questions about the day's sermon,
and Zajda remembered how she and her siblings would have to bring
a new word to the dinner table.
of the children could get a driver's license until they learned
to change a tire.
his children respect and to greet people with a firm handshake.
"He was always teaching,"
John Annis said.
In 1996 he gave his
grandson Christopher, who planned on attending medical school,
a brass cup with a note saying that he could not drink from the
cup until graduation.
will not be on the face of this earth by the time you have fulfilled
all the requirements to legally drink from this cup, but the challenge
still stands," Annis wrote.
Annis graduates from medical school in May.
Much of the doctor's life was dedicated to Catholic
education and the church. During his last hours, Annis was able
to recite the Our Father, his daughter Mary Beth Macfarlane said.
As their final goodbye, his family
created and participated in Annis' funeral mass at St. John the
Baptist Catholic Church.
was like everything our father ever taught us in life came together
to say goodbye," Macfarlane said.
Since he began writing science fiction almost forty years
ago, Stanislaw Lem has been taking on man, the mind, and the universe,
often courageously, always alone. In that time he has churned
out novels, plays, short stories, screenplays, pieces of literary
criticism, sociological essays and volumes on the science of cybernetics
and the philosophy of chance.
... from The Missouri Review
brown covers ... what could it mean
that just as i'm beginning philip roth's The Plot Against America
i'm almost finishing charles bernstein's A Poetics
this essay "Second War' in which he writes:The Second War undrmines authority in all its
prescriptive forms and voices: the rights of the Father, of Law,
of the Nation and National Spirit, of Technorationality, of Scientific
Certainty, of Axiomatic Judgment, of Hierarchy, of Progress, of
Tradition. It's a chain reaction. No truths are self-evident,
certainly not the prerogatives of patriarchy, authority, rationality,
not reason but unreason that caused the war! It's just a parody
of the Enlightenment to associate it with Nazi dementia, or to
see the telos of science in a mushroom cloud! The Enlightenment
was a force for
toleration and consideration as opposed
to mysticism, irrationality, and theological or state authority.
Didn't the Allies represent these Western values against the Nazis?"
But the matter is altogether more
complicated, and my account risks swerving into something too
grandiose: for this is not a matter of principle but of shock
and grief. If the values associated with the Enlightenment are
undermined, this is not to remove the Romantic legacy from its
undoing. For if the Second War casts doubt on systematicity, it
is no less destructive to the vatic, the occult, the charismatic,
the emotional solidarity of communion.
what could it mean that i am the only
of almost thirty thousand ... who owns a copy of james schuyler's
... what could it mean?
i guess it means ... i'm special
Monday, March 27, 2006
last night i finished wright's The
... and it did not disappoint ... but i'm
guessing it's not for everybody ... not even for everybody who
likes "historical fiction" ... though it's got one of
the freshest erie canal sequences i've ever come across (the only?)
... i'm still wondering about the first chapter ... the one that
ends: There was a gorilla in the White House and a long-tailed
mulatto presideing over the Senate chamber and the dreams of the
Republic were dark and troubling.
got into the garden this afternoon &
cut down the tall grass & back the roses ... tossed the thorny
rose branches over the spots where tulips are poking up ... hoping
to dissuade the deer ... right
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