Saturday, March 9, 2013
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Wisdom
Wisdom
was not nor was never
written or read in the havens
but rather in the wise domes of
the familial few who put their heads
to gather each glimmering shimmering
thing their fingers tangled
was not nor was never
written or read in the havens
but rather in the wise domes of
the familial few who put their heads
to gather each glimmering shimmering
thing their fingers tangled
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Paul Blackburn -- "Statement"
" . . .
Personally, I affirm two things:
the possibility of warmth & contact
in the human relationship :
as juxtaposed against the materialistic pig of a technological world,
where relationships are only ‘useful’ i.e., exploited, either
psychologically or materially.
20, the possibility of s o n g
within that world: which is like saying ‘yes’ to sunlight.
On the matter of song: I believe there must be a return toward the
musical structure of poetry, just as there must be, for certain people at
least, a return to warmth within a relationship.
However impractical that may seem in a society controlled in some of its
most intimate aspects by monstrous, which are totally irresponsible,
corporations, organized for the greatest gain of the most profit: and whose
natural growth, like that of any organism, is toward monopoly,
self-support, self-completion, self-
perpetuation,
and eventually self-competition and self-destruction.
In a world that is so quickly losing its individuals, it can only be the
individuals who persist, who can work any change of direction, i.e. control
the machines, or destroy them.
the possibility of warmth & contact
in the human relationship :
as juxtaposed against the materialistic pig of a technological world,
where relationships are only ‘useful’ i.e., exploited, either
psychologically or materially.
20, the possibility of s o n g
within that world: which is like saying ‘yes’ to sunlight.
On the matter of song: I believe there must be a return toward the
musical structure of poetry, just as there must be, for certain people at
least, a return to warmth within a relationship.
However impractical that may seem in a society controlled in some of its
most intimate aspects by monstrous, which are totally irresponsible,
corporations, organized for the greatest gain of the most profit: and whose
natural growth, like that of any organism, is toward monopoly,
self-support, self-completion, self-
perpetuation,
and eventually self-competition and self-destruction.
In a world that is so quickly losing its individuals, it can only be the
individuals who persist, who can work any change of direction, i.e. control
the machines, or destroy them.
. . . )
Hugh Seidman -- interview (2006)
" . . . I suppose that if you subscribe to the “masterpiece theatre” view of art, then it is a sin against nature to publish the “inferior” or “unfinished” work of a dead poet (or of anyone). On the other hand if you believe that art is an ongoing and ever-evolving process of engagement with the universe at large, then certainly there will be highs and lows in that process, and one polarity is not necessarily to be favored over the other. Or, perhaps one falls somewhere in between these two views? And didn’t Valery say that a poem is never done but only abandoned? . . . "
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Robert Duncan -- "Occult"
"Compose a poetry with the meaning entirely
OCCULT -- that is
With the meaning contained not as a jewel contained in a box, but
As the inside of a box
Is contained in the box ."
from The HD Book
OCCULT -- that is
With the meaning contained not as a jewel contained in a box, but
As the inside of a box
Is contained in the box ."
from The HD Book
"By here & now I"
By here & now I
here by
here swear aloud
Where ever , when
if ever I am allowed
what the gods will allow me
I vow myself to allow
this space to speak
these words I sing
My verses shall be finely chiseld
my verbs struck from stone
and my nouns stripped from bone
and the meat of my meaning
laid bare
In poetry
in prose
The heat
of each word of each verse
tossing and turning
spinning me back and forth
Verb versus verb
like thorns in side me
weaving a rose
here by
here swear aloud
Where ever , when
if ever I am allowed
what the gods will allow me
I vow myself to allow
this space to speak
these words I sing
My verses shall be finely chiseld
my verbs struck from stone
and my nouns stripped from bone
and the meat of my meaning
laid bare
In poetry
in prose
The heat
of each word of each verse
tossing and turning
spinning me back and forth
Verb versus verb
like thorns in side me
weaving a rose
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