Sunday, April 02, 2006

[after reading the first poem in nick piombino's old book Poems (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 ...

(not 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 ...

but that 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

posted at 4:30 PM

henry gould is reading hans urs von balthasar ... It's not a 'process' working itself out in history : it's a yearning, implanted in nature, for the Absolute which is its source.

posted at 2:23 PM

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

posted at 10:09 AM

Hippeis Gallery: Little Sparta, Stonypath, Dunsyre, Scotland ... not 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

posted at 9:49 AM

 

Saturday, April 01, 2006

yr kiddin ... right?

posted at 8:56 PM

r. i. p. Celebrated Irish Novelist John McGahern, 71 ...
John 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 71.

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.

posted at 9:01 AM

 

Friday, March 31, 2006

Charles Bernstein: Creeley's Eye and the Fiction of Self

posted at 7:33 PM

 

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 they are

posted at 8:09 PM

 

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 and sisters-in-law

posted at 11:59 AM

My Saudi Arabian Breakfast

posted at 11:05 AM

 

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

nice article on doc annis (thanks, mom & mt) ...

Joliet doctor taught, inspired ...

Joliet doctor taught, inspired
By Andrea Hein
Joliet Herald News staff writer

An Extraordinary Life

Raymond 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.

The 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 gynecology patient.

The doctor who was an active community volunteer.

The doctor who was a loving husband, father, family member.

"He was a father to more than just his own children," said Lynn Zajda, one of Annis' daughters.

Annis 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 with himself.

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.

And he knew when his patients or staff could use a dose of his humor that he retained until the end.

When one of Annis' caregivers asked him how he liked his oatmeal, he quipped, "in cookies."

Annis 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.

His family 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 said.

"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.

And in many ways he was.

Sunday 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.

None of the children could get a driver's license until they learned to change a tire.

Annis taught his children respect and to greet people with a firm handshake.

"He was always teaching," John Annis said.

Annis also inspired.

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.

"I 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.

Christopher 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.

"It was like everything our father ever taught us in life came together to say goodbye," Macfarlane said.

03/27/06

posted at 6:21 PM

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

posted at 11:50 AM

r. i. p. Stanislaw Lem

posted at 11:46 AM

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 with 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, order, control.

"But it's 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.

posted at 9:18 AM

what could it mean that i am the only librarything user ... of almost thirty thousand ... who owns a copy of james schuyler's The Crystal Lithium ... what could it mean?

i guess it means ... i'm special

posted at 8:47 AM

 

Monday, March 27, 2006

last night i finished wright's The Amalgamation Polka ... 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

posted at 8:23 PM

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