Benny Bunter
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And the cancellations, as we've mentioned before, which is why that Mao quote from kazoo dreamboats about internal contradictions seemed relevant.
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william_kent
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from
Athwort Apron Snaps
[7]
Strut in dispute repeat, shutter leak assent
falcon balcony; ebony alchemical grouted
attack cracked fluster, talcum problem invent
bistort converted estrangement paragon,
effuse escheat overcall, split up to profit
ever as hey
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Strut in dispute repeat, shutter out leakage
falcon balcony, ebony alchemy and grouted
attack cranked fluster, talcum problematic
bistort converted estrangement in paragon;
effuse escheat overcall, split into profits
ever as may
this had the same effect on me as reading Burroughs, yeah I recognise those words, but something is a "bit off', and then I wondered is he playing with "form", or are we seeing a development, a subtle reconfiguration, a movement towards "creation"?
edit: dissensus has fucked with the formatting, a bit pissed off because I struggled to get the spacing right in my, ahem, inebriated state, and after I pressed "post" fucking left justified everything.. boo...
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william_kent
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also, I would like to imagine those verses are about a cocaine deal gone wrong
talcum problematic
talcum problematic
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Benny Bunter
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Like from that essay about translation you posted.
"In more modernist procedures,
threads of sound-relation and resemblance may likewise open links that can jump across semantic space, activating the reader’s auditory memory
as a carrier of text-pattern."
Thus creating meaning in a second-order sense.
Benny Bunter
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There's definitely some resemblance to children's so-called 'nonsense' poetry in how it works, which maybe explains the snooty tip offs thing.
luka
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Dorn sent a copy of his poem and a copy of Casteneda’s book to his close friend, esteemed
British poet, Jeremy Prynne, at Oxford. Prynne found the poem charming, and celebrated the
book as a mythical proposal see beyond the confines of the its enumerations, into a
“semidios” region, where Dorn’s Gunslinger also traveled:
...I least of all expected that in itself serio-comic notion of sitio (the good
spot) to re-emerge in the mock-heroic of the canine prayer parlour. I have,
indeed (watch this spot for further grave inflections) no frame at all for that
diatribe, so that I just found it funny (threatening to spiral off into hysteria
if ever the dog should be lost sight of): and, well, a man may see how the
world goes with no eyes, looke with thy eares, see how yon Iustice railes
upon yon simple theefe, harke in thy eare handy, dandy, which is the theefe,
which is the Iustice...
Casteneda’s book is truly exciting, especially as he lets you guess
right past him into a world too dangerous for him. The narrative is in that
sense clean, which is very good, showing what was almost open to him:
semidios. I was glad to be put on to that, what with all the puny fervour
still about the current drug scene. ... Maybe we are quite deeply stuck on
bad spot, now that the metaphor of culture as politics has been inverted
to make politics as culture. Frankly I think language is too resourceful to
commend itself to the current stylised dialectic of interest-groups. Only
the first phase of a new voltage-surge through the system seems to make
all the machines tick faster; then it gets more and more obvious that the
energy-source is highly specialised, you need a new apparatus (hardly
poesie, whatever else) to plug in to all that. ... 157
British poet, Jeremy Prynne, at Oxford. Prynne found the poem charming, and celebrated the
book as a mythical proposal see beyond the confines of the its enumerations, into a
“semidios” region, where Dorn’s Gunslinger also traveled:
...I least of all expected that in itself serio-comic notion of sitio (the good
spot) to re-emerge in the mock-heroic of the canine prayer parlour. I have,
indeed (watch this spot for further grave inflections) no frame at all for that
diatribe, so that I just found it funny (threatening to spiral off into hysteria
if ever the dog should be lost sight of): and, well, a man may see how the
world goes with no eyes, looke with thy eares, see how yon Iustice railes
upon yon simple theefe, harke in thy eare handy, dandy, which is the theefe,
which is the Iustice...
Casteneda’s book is truly exciting, especially as he lets you guess
right past him into a world too dangerous for him. The narrative is in that
sense clean, which is very good, showing what was almost open to him:
semidios. I was glad to be put on to that, what with all the puny fervour
still about the current drug scene. ... Maybe we are quite deeply stuck on
bad spot, now that the metaphor of culture as politics has been inverted
to make politics as culture. Frankly I think language is too resourceful to
commend itself to the current stylised dialectic of interest-groups. Only
the first phase of a new voltage-surge through the system seems to make
all the machines tick faster; then it gets more and more obvious that the
energy-source is highly specialised, you need a new apparatus (hardly
poesie, whatever else) to plug in to all that. ... 157
william_kent
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the "dog scene" from the first Casteneda novel is particularly memorable, he's having this fucking mystic experience in his head, and yet all the locals are just watching Gringo wrestling with a dog in the mud while it pisses all over him..
but, reading that fiction was a formative experience for the young "@william_kent"... to be contin....
rolling around, finding the "right spot"
to this day I visualise tendrils emanating from my navel ( dan tian ), attaching themselves to lamp posts, pulling me along, facilitating movement:
TOLTEC NAGUAL POWER!
edit: Qi Gong, Dan Tian, Feng Shui, the Tao, it's all there in the Casteneda novels
but, reading that fiction was a formative experience for the young "@william_kent"... to be contin....
rolling around, finding the "right spot"
to this day I visualise tendrils emanating from my navel ( dan tian ), attaching themselves to lamp posts, pulling me along, facilitating movement:
TOLTEC NAGUAL POWER!
edit: Qi Gong, Dan Tian, Feng Shui, the Tao, it's all there in the Casteneda novels
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luka
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this is a remarkably bad poem by douglas oliver
Jeremy, marvellously tight in your word orders,
your lines never run on endlessly like this huge
rectangular high-riser; though, if the sky’s blue,
it sharpens into a classic. A pigeon flights
along precipices, past shrubs at balcony levels.
Peregrine falcon. Downstairs, a window
mumbles in Cambodian and higher up
glass swivels inwards, holes in the bedazzled.
After immigrant hardship, families come
to this excessively sublime wall of flats:
an escape from sewing, their children at it
too; they’ve saved harder than I could; bins
in the malls filled with cottons, male underpants
for a pittance; the female have vestigial lace,
go baggy in the crotch. Chinese speculators,
whose raw energy and care I admire, stretched
these balconies on too long, wanting a luxury
to gaze at. It’s like a poem with a word order
betrayed by volubility, money destroying
the limits of syllables because it won’t stop
talking until all the profit is squeezed out.
Money in Sunshine
For J.H. PrynneJeremy, marvellously tight in your word orders,
your lines never run on endlessly like this huge
rectangular high-riser; though, if the sky’s blue,
it sharpens into a classic. A pigeon flights
along precipices, past shrubs at balcony levels.
Peregrine falcon. Downstairs, a window
mumbles in Cambodian and higher up
glass swivels inwards, holes in the bedazzled.
After immigrant hardship, families come
to this excessively sublime wall of flats:
an escape from sewing, their children at it
too; they’ve saved harder than I could; bins
in the malls filled with cottons, male underpants
for a pittance; the female have vestigial lace,
go baggy in the crotch. Chinese speculators,
whose raw energy and care I admire, stretched
these balconies on too long, wanting a luxury
to gaze at. It’s like a poem with a word order
betrayed by volubility, money destroying
the limits of syllables because it won’t stop
talking until all the profit is squeezed out.
Benny Bunter
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Who's douglas noliver?
Benny Bunter
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That Keston Sutherland essay Hilarious Absolute Daybreak is soooo good, I printed it out so I could read it properly and I'm nearly finished it now.
This quote from Prynne himself in the footnotes is a good one and relevant to recent discussion here.
"Once a poem gets written and I have located a word which this poem has given to me—I’ve won out of the English language another word for my small vocabulary of words that really mean and matter to me—back to the etymological dictionary: where does it come from, what does it originally mean, what great hinterland of implications lies behind this perhaps quite ordinary word?”
This quote from Prynne himself in the footnotes is a good one and relevant to recent discussion here.
"Once a poem gets written and I have located a word which this poem has given to me—I’ve won out of the English language another word for my small vocabulary of words that really mean and matter to me—back to the etymological dictionary: where does it come from, what does it originally mean, what great hinterland of implications lies behind this perhaps quite ordinary word?”
Benny Bunter
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Although it's interesting that he says he goes back to the etymological dictionary after the poem gets written. But it does explain why certain words recur all the way through his decades of work.