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10.30.2017
10.29.2017
10.28.2017
vital organ
A good poem while entering the body via the brain, will lodge itself under the sternum, close by vital organs, the heart and the lungs.
10.27.2017
10.23.2017
ship rebuilt while at sea
We are like sailors who on the open sea must reconstruct their ship but are never able to start afresh from the bottom. Where a beam is taken away a new one must at once be put there, and for this the rest of the ship is used as support. In this way, by using the old beams and driftwood the ship can be shaped entirely anew, but only by gradual reconstruction.
—Otto Neurath, Empiricism and Sociology, ed. Marie Neurath and Robert S. Cohen (Dordrecht: Reidel, 1973).
Poets are like sailors who on the open sea must reconstruct their ship but are never able to start afresh from the bottom. Where a beam is taken away a new one must at once be put there, and for this the rest of the ship is used as support. In this way, by using the old beams and driftwood the ship can be shaped entirely anew, but only by gradual reconstruction.
—Otto Neurath, Empiricism and Sociology, ed. Marie Neurath and Robert S. Cohen (Dordrecht: Reidel, 1973).
Poets are like sailors who on the open sea must reconstruct their ship but are never able to start afresh from the bottom. Where a beam is taken away a new one must at once be put there, and for this the rest of the ship is used as support. In this way, by using the old beams and driftwood the ship can be shaped entirely anew, but only by gradual reconstruction.
10.22.2017
10.21.2017
10.19.2017
10.18.2017
preferred to proffer his own
It became apparent that when he’d said that he loved poetry, he meant his own.
10.16.2017
it's time
Hegel said that art was a thing of the past. It pleases me to say: to the
contrary, poetry is a question for the future, so much so that the future
itself belongs to poetry, is poetry. Without poetry there will be no future.
The time that would see poetry die will itself be just another death.
Poetry does not have a time: it is time.
—Adonis, "A Language That Exiles Me,"(boundary 2 / Spring 1999), translated by Pierre Joris
Poetry does not have a time: it is time.
—Adonis, "A Language That Exiles Me,"(boundary 2 / Spring 1999), translated by Pierre Joris
10.15.2017
10.14.2017
denatured poetry
The critic advocated for a denatured poetry wherein any emotional response had been stripped from the words.
10.10.2017
10.09.2017
taking umbrage
Except for the first, each line of the poem struggles to get out from under the shadow of the prior line. (The first line vies with the title to be recognized and heard.)
10.08.2017
internal space
The meditation was so unremittingly blah, I suggested the poet might need to hire an ‘interiority decorator’.
10.07.2017
required rebel
Slavishly we imitate; and slavishly, rebel.
—Mignon McLaughlin, Aperçus: Aphorisms of Mignon McLaughlin (Brabant Press), introduction by Josh Michaels.
—Mignon McLaughlin, Aperçus: Aphorisms of Mignon McLaughlin (Brabant Press), introduction by Josh Michaels.
10.05.2017
not response but responsibility
People who accuse poets of obscurity never seem to question the reader’s responsibility in the transaction.
10.04.2017
words for the taking
Artists need materials. Musicians need instruments. Poet, please don’t complain when words are all about you, free for the taking.
10.03.2017
pixel count
If the lyric poem is a pinhole camera exposing single images from a life, the biography is a large format pixelated picture, but no matter the page count, a biography is always a life over-simplified.
10.02.2017
continuous experience
Reading the long poem on his e-reader he had the suspicion that someone somewhere was still typing the lines, trying to stay a page or two ahead his eyes.