naught
i apologize in advance if this comes off as solipsism.
it's the dog end of winter, so i wanted to return to the lordly and isolate suggestions of optimism. as i've talked to everyone on the phone recently, everyone seems to be quivering with a bit of "no bird dawn" as far as poetry goes. so, i'd been thinking about lauren's world of optimo (from the anguish of last fall) x-ed with other intimations of mortality.
i talked to this poet dude recently who said he only writes during the summer, and i thought this was interesting -winter up here (in the "alpine" world 2 b precise) is so hard to write through that it seemed good to fire off a bit about some of the pain(ishness) of writing during a time of death and hibernation, or chilling at least.
what to say? i think it might be a good idea to completely beg off of writing from january - march. why? a time of reading & reflection, an inside tyme perhaps. who cares? oh i don't know, i'm really floaty right now, and i can't really say much- considering the steadiness of gray.
i still don't think i'm going to be writing anything about the sixties soon. it's a subject that's so big and imp. that i haven't got me little head around it yet. oh i know, how about a reading list of interest:
the shape of content, by ben shahn
san francisco renaissance: poetics and community at mid-century, by michael davidson
leave the room to itself by g. foust.
the new gocco guide, by claire russell (the how to manual for my new printer)
gilead, by marilynne (dude, earle mccartney is thanked in that shit! he's a star...)
the art & thought of heraclitus
oh fuck, is this pretentious? i'm trying to write something, but my head is incredibly blank.
but dude, heraclitus has all that dry/moist metaphorics for a soul...it's really weird!
oh yeah, i got a poetry magazine tote bag at this lil event yesterday. (printer's ball)
and finally, pete coco's blog
babiesarefireprooof.blogspot.com
has gotten in trouble with the powers that be. the way pete tells it, someone on the blog said they didn't like ben marcus' writing and apparently ben m. has become a reader of the blog - anyway, he fucking complained to connie about it! what a lame-o! i know he's a good writer, but shit...
anyway, i think i won't be able to do much til the daffodils come up.
yawn, whine,...
vim vim vigor.
it's the dog end of winter, so i wanted to return to the lordly and isolate suggestions of optimism. as i've talked to everyone on the phone recently, everyone seems to be quivering with a bit of "no bird dawn" as far as poetry goes. so, i'd been thinking about lauren's world of optimo (from the anguish of last fall) x-ed with other intimations of mortality.
i talked to this poet dude recently who said he only writes during the summer, and i thought this was interesting -winter up here (in the "alpine" world 2 b precise) is so hard to write through that it seemed good to fire off a bit about some of the pain(ishness) of writing during a time of death and hibernation, or chilling at least.
what to say? i think it might be a good idea to completely beg off of writing from january - march. why? a time of reading & reflection, an inside tyme perhaps. who cares? oh i don't know, i'm really floaty right now, and i can't really say much- considering the steadiness of gray.
i still don't think i'm going to be writing anything about the sixties soon. it's a subject that's so big and imp. that i haven't got me little head around it yet. oh i know, how about a reading list of interest:
the shape of content, by ben shahn
san francisco renaissance: poetics and community at mid-century, by michael davidson
leave the room to itself by g. foust.
the new gocco guide, by claire russell (the how to manual for my new printer)
gilead, by marilynne (dude, earle mccartney is thanked in that shit! he's a star...)
the art & thought of heraclitus
oh fuck, is this pretentious? i'm trying to write something, but my head is incredibly blank.
but dude, heraclitus has all that dry/moist metaphorics for a soul...it's really weird!
oh yeah, i got a poetry magazine tote bag at this lil event yesterday. (printer's ball)
and finally, pete coco's blog
babiesarefireprooof.blogspot.com
has gotten in trouble with the powers that be. the way pete tells it, someone on the blog said they didn't like ben marcus' writing and apparently ben m. has become a reader of the blog - anyway, he fucking complained to connie about it! what a lame-o! i know he's a good writer, but shit...
anyway, i think i won't be able to do much til the daffodils come up.
yawn, whine,...
vim vim vigor.
posted by jared | 11:47 AM
1 Comments:
I want to clarify:
I don't know who complained to Connie. There's been some speculation among contributors, but I really don't know who it was and I don't think anyone else does either.
The whole thing was stupid, paranoid, and way overblown: just another day in the IC. But it seems to have passed.
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