Saturday, July 24, 2010
Poetics + Expanse & Filiation
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Muse Poem
there’s a skelton in my closet
Heaven knows what should cause it
bound out with ugly claws it
opens ugly jaws to posit
that chrysanthemums are owls
licking bony jagged jowls
leaning in the windy howls
stems that bend and snap
fall into her velvet lap
green and mossy where they fall
if they even fall at all
like the stringy gossip thrall
whispered lips into the wall
(through a crack inside the wall)
like the lovers’ clandestine call
but thinner, violent and small
bound up inside my closet
nightmare composite
with a murderous Electra wit
if I even could control it
but the lock won’t split
light still unlit
press my ear against the grit
the tongue inside spits dictation
the door muffling its rations
shallow recitation
syntax broke against negation
prison-cell plantation
musing visit’s exploitation
my skelton’s teeth a constellation
beauty heaves inside her breasts
lingers on her breath
sweet sigh c’est
plus puissant que la mort
unchanged in Death I’ll take a listen
mumble barely above a frisson
(she says nothing else rhymes with listen)
save her eyes which surely glisten
at the thought of what I’m making
from the thoughts of hers I’m taking
with her knees aching, mind breaking
I’m making her
art unfinished, she’s waiting.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Ghost Poem
Oh no, she’s a Gasper (mouth hung Open she’s seen a Ghost)
très noir still breathing in spiritus
vessel be filled un réceptacle (un récepteur?)
passive but lucid but passive
how frightening! c’mon, baby, have no fear
cause Baby, the Ghost is near and it’ll getcha getcha getcha
one way or the other, get got hot possession, posturing revelation
strummed like a fiddle and played like the Magician you know you are not
idle but passive, passed over no blood on your frame
fat on your lips Death, come quick I have flowers for You, my Cups are stacked in 7’s and 8’s there’s a motion, it’s leaving time wilting staticky
inside the car hot foggy bent over neck craned or laid out before
on the table un cadavre exquis life brought to
mouth to
in the beginning the Verb breathe resuscitated vivant respireSunday, July 11, 2010
an afterword after words
deliberately interferes with close reading, a practice based on the principle that what is at stake in every textual encounter is a hidden or buried object, a concept of symbolic meaning that can be discovered by the reader only if she or he reads ‘deeply’ enough.
Says DB:
Concrete poetry momentarily rejects the idea of the readerly reward for close reading, the idea of the ‘hidden or buried object,’ interferes with signification & momentarily interrupts the capitalist structure of language.
Gomringer argues that concrete poetry is an essentially modernist gesture that “realize[s] the idea of a universal poetry” & can “unite the view of the world expressed in the mother tongue with physical reality” (see 'inarticulate mark' I suppose)
As Marjorie Perloff says, though, this
call for what Eugen Gomringer has characterized as ‘reduced language’ for ‘poems [...] as easily understood as signs in airports & traffic signs,’ runs the risk of producing poems ‘poems’ that are airport & traffic signs.
The concrete poetry which I endorse here — & which stylistically is of most
influence on my own work — is a poetic without direct one-to-one signification. It is rhizomatic in composition, pointing both to & away from multiple shifting clouds of meanings & construction, where writing “has nothing to do with signifying [...] it has to do with surveying [&] mapping”... Instead of a single, arborescent (think of branches forming around a monolithic centre) historical & critical framework, rhizomatic writing is “a map not a tracing”; & as a map it has multiple entryways, as opposed to the tracing, which always comes back to the ‘same’. The map has to do with performance, whereas the tracing always involved an alleged ‘competence’. (Deleuze & Guattari)
If “Capitalism begins when you / open the Dictionary” (McCaffery “Lyric’s Larnyx”), then concrete poetry is a means of political & economic critique upon both reading & writing practice & the Capitalist means of exchange.
...Any movement to refuse or oppose Capitalism in writing only serves to reify it as theother, reinforcing its grip on representational language. The best we can strive for are momentary eruptions of non-meaning which are then co-opted back into representation by the very act of identification, pointing & naming. These brief eruptions
disengage with the idea of transmission of meaning through heavily codified & linear language in favour of ambiguity [...] disrupt[ing] the possibility of a transferal of Deleuze & Guattari’s notion of Capitalist ideology through text as regulated by grammar & syntax. (Christie)
The matter of the restricted economy shifts from an investment in communication through the visual mark (the grapheme) to an investment in the mark itself, the grapheme & the container of communication.
These texts are the documentation of the waste & excess produced through non- prescribed use of business machines. The documentation of this libidinal excess, of this waste, categorizes “the letter not as phoneme but as ink, & further insist[s] on that materiality” (McCaffery “Bill Bissett”)
What radical concrete presents to the reader is a record of the waste produced by the consumption (reading) of a text by a machine. If “[t]o read [...] is a labour of language. To read is to find meanings” (Barthes), then the consumption & expulsion of texts by machines such as photocopies & shredders also finds meanings where meanings are not expected, fracturing the text at the level of the seme. In a text where “everything signifies ceaselessly & several times, but without being delegated to a great final ensemble, to an ultimate structure” (Barthes) even waste becomes poetically charged.
The voicing of these texts [texts utilizing or produced by photocopier degeneration], like the texts themselves, is “pulled off the page even as [it] disintegrate[s], a double thrust of text into silence” (Nichol)
A poetic of disgust includes both the “the figure of the turn, or moment of exclusion [...t]he movement away from the object as if to shun it” & the “negative utterance” (Ngai)
I extend Ngai’s formulation of the “inarticulate sound” to print- based media as well as the ‘inarticulate mark’...Concrete poetry – the ‘inarticulate mark’ – treats language as “raw matter” without a reinforced referent as a means to briefly interrupt capitalist exchange-based signification byinsisting on the disappearance of the referent while at the same time refusing to defer to other terms. It won’t coagulate into a unitary meaning & it also won’t move; it can’t be displaced.
Concrete poetry as an ‘inarticulate mark’ is a formulation of a poetics of excess; an excess which is not one of desire, but instead one of revulsion & rejection. ...It actively attempts to interrupt language’s making of capitalist value through the dis-assembly & re-assembly of the mark & the grapheme. Concrete poetry as a momentarily non-signifying map is an always impossible system of inarticulation, caught in the double-bind of the creation of meaning.
Rule and Constraint
Predetermined Avant-Garde Forms
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Bunny Poem
Let me sing you
a waltz
Out of now-
here, out of my thoughts
There is a bunny
in this little poem.
hop hop
the bunny’s name is
Mortimer, but that’s
not a lone just a loan
name.
She is a bunny
Like everything else
Mortimer’s just a synonym
For naming her self.
She’s a good bunny
All honestly bones.
All honestly hearts too
All honesty
Foam. She’s not good for eating
She’s not good for much
Sometimes she eats carrots
When she has her lunch.
Do you believe her
Eating her hay
Did anyone ask her
If she’s got something to say
(she does)
Stranger, I had you for dinner
tasted like vellum
When Mortimer eats this
It won’t go away
When Mortimer pees this
It’ll never spray.