Tuesday, December 14, 2004

hello all. i never posted on bernstein, which i shall attempt to hereby rectify. i, like others mentioned, really enjoyed MY WAY, a book that asks to be picked up and put down over some meandering weeks. so many forms used in here, so many ways of writing an essay. i love how he pulls you in with a crunchy witty tidbit & then sets sail. and usually ends in a similarly provocative way. cliffhanging poetics! being a reductivist, i most enjoyed the pieces where he takes on big, controversial Poetry War issues, like Official Verse Culture (water images in the NEW YORKER, for example), or multicultural studies & the academic world (in “what’s art got to do with it”), & “frame lock” where he advocates the dissolution of barriers between critical/creative writing. he really can switch tones very quickly, a smartass agitator doing careful close readings a paragraph later.

“pound and the poetry of today” was very interesting. he makes a distinction between collage and montage, the former as pulling together disparate elements with no intention of a unifying theme, and the latter as the opposite. i am not sure if i get the Big Point—was pound making collage or montage? he writes that pound thought he was making montage but ended up with something other than what he intended. but the critics who concentrate on pound’s fascism claim a unifying theme. it seemed like bernstein was arguing that the non-unification in pound’s work was hidden, and it is our job to tease it out, like maclow did in his “from drafts and fragments of cantos cx-cxvii.” but i don’t quite understand if this non-unified reading can be pulled from the text completely, or if it needs outside help to stand.

the reading itself was so listenable, like readable, like a stand-up-comedian. it’s not often i attend a poetry reading & laugh that much, or literally hang on each word for the punchline. how does he do that? i bet william knows. reminds me of how powerful a tool is humor, how it makes readers/audiences TRUST you. makes them slightly permissive. we already discussed the “this-is-a-normal-poem” poem. i’ve looked all over the whole internet & cannot find it, so can someone please let me know the title, or post it here if that’s easy? that was the most memorable part of his whole reading, actually. it was so funny, but then i realized how elitist it was, and actually, how mean it was. i guess we need some people in the world to be mean. but that kind of poem is SO pointed at an audience of fellow experimental poets that i can’t help but ask just what it is we’re doing here, talking to ourselves, writing poems about talking to ourselves.

hey, guess what? i never posted on our “reading/writing” second ring circus either. i didn’t know we were supposed to, which i am sure is my fault. but now it’s been months & i feel like a jackass because i am trying to remember what happened. WHERE WERE YOU ON THE AFTERNOON OF SEPTEMBER 29th?

we read an excerpt from maria rosa menocal’s SHARDS OF LOVE: EXILE AND THE ORIGINS OF THE LYRIC, called “the inventions of philology.” this piece is on the ereserve if anyone is interested. it begins “the medieval—and thus what we call the modern and the postmodern—lyric is invented in bitter exile,” and goes on to discuss three writers who work in this state of exile: dante, auerbach, and pound (speak of the devil). she discusses at length dante’s love lyrics and the DE VULGARI ELOQUENTIA, which champions local vernaculars as being worthy of high culture, and both of which were written after he was exiled.

i chose this essay because of her provocative claim that lyric poetry is extremely political, which contrasts w/our generally accepted notion that it is not. she writes: “among the thousands of different answers that have come with the morning, one singular and unexpected one, the love lyric, has been a powerful and charming defense, a form of resistance commonly taken for retreat.”

this takes me back to The Conversation that we’ve been having on-and-off all year, especially in our final workshop w/the poetics statements, regarding art & politics, and especially escapism. these questions have been on my mind for a while, and this essay seduced me into thinking that it would give me some Answers.

i am not sure if we figured it out, though. my group consisted of charles & william. we sat by the 1926 bench (this was before the Age of Powdered Sugar Fish Bugs swarming) and talked about the essay. william, one might be interested to know, is quite knowledgeable on things medieval and secretive/conspiratorial, like the tartars and their relation to the nights templar and their connection to fertility rituals and their connection to the provencal troubadours. we had a great talk, but i think we may have wound up more confused than when we started. the language in the piece is so lush and lyric that i think we got sucked in, only to realize we didn’t know enough about medieval lore (except william) to fully get it.

so i guess the lesson here is, if you want to have a group discussion that is really predictable, go ahead and assign some reading that you’ve already got all figured out. if you want to be slightly confused and tongue-tied and tantalized and exasperated and interested, assign something like this!

and in the end, i just decided i didn’t care if i could prove lyric poetry was important or not. i’m just doing what i’m doing, so there.

and in the end, charles was going to write maria rosa menocal an email with our confusions and questions in it. i don’t think that ever happened. hey group, wanna get together and do it again?

Friday, December 10, 2004

Amazing new resource.
Patrick Durgin has posted an essay and also images of the actual typescripts of Hannah Weiner's Early and Clairvoyant Journals

Hannah Weiner is a hard to describe poet. She wrote from her clairvoyance (she saw words on people's heads and more) a poetry that is part everyday and part the other rhelm. Patrick's essay begins like this:

It is an extremely rare thing in any field to invent a new form. Invention, as such, momentarily collapses the frontier between theory and practice. This is why it not only invariably widens the scope of that field’s potential acheivements, but it appears to us, in hindsight, as an event, a phenomenon, a content through which to bring the overall form of that field into historical relief. Although largely unknown and practically unread, Hannah Weiner accomplished such an invention. She called it “large-sheet poetry” – I call it “avant-garde journalism.”

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Sad news from Anne Tardos...

Jackson Mac Low died this morning at 11:30 a.m. at Cabrini hospital in New York from complications after a stroke he suffered on November 4th. He was 82.

There will be no funeral, but he will be buried at Cedar Park Cemetery in Oradell, NJ.

A memorial will be held in the future.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Eleni Sikelianos will read from her two new books

The Book of Jon (memoir / nonfiction / poetry, City Lights)
and
The California Poem (Coffee House)

Thursday, Dec. 9th, 7:00 pm
City Lights Books
261 Columbus Ave.
San Francisco, CA

Monday, December 06, 2004

I emailed with librarian Clarence. He has activated the full range of scanned articles. So Anzaldua, et al, are now available for your reading pleasure.

Sunday, December 05, 2004

The Poetry Project Newsletter is looking for some reading reports. Why doesn't someone write one up on Moxley or Bernstein or any of the other (poetry) readings this semester in bay area, or say Thailand? Email Marcella Durand marcelladurand@sprynet.com for more info.

I was just reading something William wrote. Which made me think I need to add a Jackson MacLow essay and a Ben Friedlander essay to reserves (both about replacing/manipulating source texts) . If they will let me at this late date, I will do this. I'm also going to ask them to let me maintain this reserves list even though I'm not teaching a workshop in the spring. I'd like to continue adding to it.

But just a reminder, you may want to download some of the articles on electronic reserve for your winter break reading pleasure because they usually shut down the electronic reserves sometime during finals.

To do this:
go to http://minerva.mills.edu
choose "reserves by faculty"
enter spahr in the box
choose english270
the password is ENG270-01F04


Still available (potential limited time offer):

Bride of the assembly line. Watten, Barrett.
Camp Messianism, or, the hopes of poetry in late-late capitalism. Nealon, Christopher. Commitment Adorno, Theodor W.
Creative reading techniques Padgett, Ron
The disobedient poetics of determinate negativity. Evans, Steve
History of the voice. Brathwaite, Edward Kamau.
How are verses made Mayakovsky, Vladimir
The Inventions of Philology Menocal, Maria Rosa
Local mythologies. Kawaharada, Dennis.
A nuyo-futurist's manifestiny. Torres, Edwin
A poetics of disgust Ngai, Sianne
re: Reading the Active Reader Theory Gilbert, Alan
:re:thinking:literary:feminism: Retallack, Joan
Towards a lyric history of India. Mufti, Aamir.
The unforseable diversity of the world. Glissant, Edouard

As I was looking at this list, I realize a number of articles are missing. I'm going to try and get them to add these (which I had already requested; I'm not sure why they are not showing up)...

Anzaldua, Gloria. "How to Tame a Wild Tongue"
Breton, Andre and Diego Rivera (and Trotsky). "Manifesto for an Independent Revolutionary Art"
Cortazar, Julio "The Writer and His Task in Latin America"
Dalton, Rogue. "Poetry and Militancy in Latin America"
Hejinian, Lyn. "The Rejection of Closure"
Howe, Susan. "Encloser"
Mullen, Harryette. "Imagining the Unimagined Reader: Writing to the Unborn and Including the Excluded"
Waldrop, Rosmarie. "Alarms and Excursions"

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Woops, I got the wrong night at the Plough, ummm I suck. So the band I thought was worth seeing is next week. I hope no one shows up and says 'Dillon sucks". Or rather, if someone is somewhere saying "Dillon sucks", I hope it isn't at the Starry Plough and they're also saying "this band sucks too".

I guess I'll see you all around or something. What a lame way to end the quarter. Someone with some chutzpah should get a crazy good idea that everyone would want to do and then campaign for it. As Jessea and I discussed, I'm not quite the person to do it.

++Small Press Distribution Hosts Holiday Open House++

**Gardening & Writing To Be Featured at December 4th Event**

SPD warehouse, 1341 7th St. (off Gilman), Berkeley, Noon to 4pm

Free & Open to the Public

Join hundreds of book lovers and gardeners at the only non-profit literary book distributor and:

++SHOP amid more than 12,000 independently published titles, on sale at a 10-50% discount!

++CONSUME free food & drink from Bay Area culinary outlets, and

++ENJOY a reading of literary works and gardening ideas (program begins at 2 PM):

Cole Swensen, Guest of Honor
The author of nine books of poetry, Cole Swensen's most recent title, GOEST, from Alice James Books, is currently a finalist for the National Book Award. She also translates contemporary French poetry, prose, and art criticism.

Richard Harris
The Manager of Water Conservation of East Bay Mud Utility District will talk about the popular new gardening book PLANTS AND LANDSCAPES FOR SUMMER-DRY CLIMATES (of the San Francisco Bay Region). This beautifully photographed 320-page book features more than 650 native Californian and Mediterranean plants suited to the climate and microclimates of the Bay Area.

Jacques Depelchin reading Ayi Kwei Armah
Jacques Depelchin will be reading from the fiction of Ayi Kwei Armah, Ghanaian novelist and poet whose first novel, THE BEAUTYFUL ONES ARE NOT YET BORN, 1968, is considered a modern African classic. He lives in Popenguine, Senegal where he is a member of the Dakar Writers' Workgroup SESH. Jacques Depelchin, a current visiting scholar at UC Berkeley, is the author of From the Congo Free State to Zaire (1885-1974).

Robert Glück
Robert Glück is the author of nine books of poetry and fiction, including the two novels, MARGERY KEMPE and JACK THE MODERNIST and a new book of stories, DENNY SMITH. He teaches at San Francisco State. For some years he wrote a garden column under the name Mr. Plantier for the SAN DIEGO READER, and he wrote about gardens and decorative arts for METROPOLITAN HOME and NEST.

Laynie Browne
Laynie Browne's fourth and fifth collections of poetry are both forthcoming in 2005. Her previous works are POLLEN MEMORY (Tender Buttons 2003), THE AGENCY OF WIND (Avec 1999), REBECCA LETTERS (1997), and the novel ACTS OF LEVITATION (2002 Spuyten Duyvil). Currently she is teaching at Mills College.

www.spdbooks.org

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WHAT: POETRY and its ARTS: Bay Area interactions 1954-2004
WHEN: Exhibit opening: Saturday December 11, 2004 (noon to 4:30 pm)
Closing date: Saturday April 16, 2005
Galleries open to the public Wed.-Sat., noon to 4:30 pm
WHERE: @ California Historical Society, 678 Mission St. (4 doors
east of 3rd St., downtown San Francisco, near Montgomery BART), 415-357-1848
CONTACT: The Poetry Center, telephone: 415-338-2227, email: poetry@sfsu.edu

The exhibit POETRY and its ARTS: Bay Area interactions 1954-2004 will open to the public on Saturday December 11, 2004, and will occupy the galleries at California Historical Society in downtown San Francisco's museum district for 17 weeks, until April 16, 2005. More than 100 original works --many never publicly exhibited-- by over 80 individuals will be on display. This first-of-its-kind exhibit represents a collaboration between the Poetry Center at San Francisco State University, currently observing its 50th anniversary with poetry programs throughout the city, and the California Historical Society. The exhibit offers a multi-faceted window onto the rich interactions that have taken place over the past half-century, centered around San Francisco's celebrated poetry community.

Before I talk any more shit- anyone want to go drinking at the Starry Plough tonight. A few of us might go to Stephen's class tonight, and I was probably headed to the Starry Plough to hear a good band (Darren Hoff, Scott Amendola and Ben Goldberg). There might be a cover, but the beer's good and cheap and it's a fun place. Just a thought.

To respond to Juliana's question, "why is the 'luncheonette of language' 'bullshit'?", or why did I say that? So, I'm quoting the same essay Jessea quoted, which begins with a discussion of the woes of the current debate around poetry and its role in the world. She talks about "a Spectre haunting poetry" and, if I read her right, it seems to be a kind of insularity to the debate and questions about poetry's importance- that they are all taking place within a closed community of literary debate and not turning outward towards the world. This is what I took het to mean about 'put(ting) down the coffee cup' and 'getting angry'. Up to there, I'm totally with her- I think we should constantly be turning our attentions to the world and that sentiments like anger are particularly warranted right now. It's her solution to the problem I thought she copped out on, and that's why I called bullshit.

Saying, "we should launch a ruthless critique" in poetry at this point in the history of critique in general seems a little under-baked to me. The critique has been on-giong, and most certainly ruthless, and its not that it needs to stop, but rather critics of all stripes need to assess why it hasn't been terribly successful. I'm saying this without undermining, or undervaluing the incredible body of knowledge that is critique in all its forms. I'm saying this without denying that I cry when I read Fanon or Baraka sometimes. What I'm saying is, part of turning our attentions to the world means honestly evaluating what critique has done to the state of affairs in the world: a state that is moving stridently towards retro-facism and neo-conservatism and fucking creationsim in public high schools. And while I agree with her wholeheartedly that none of those things should devalue the place of poetry in our lives, that poetry in the end draws its value extrinsically from its use-value as political means, for anyone concerned with what poetry can do or has done about the fucking mess we're in, it's not enough to say "launch a critique" or a meta-sit-in.

Like my reading of her poetry, I could be missing something, so mark these comments as tentative. When I feel like I'm being bullshitted, I get a little angry, which is rarely a useful intellectual attitude (though occassionally it is the most useful one), but in that we are asked to engage in poetry with more than just our intellects, I feel like a little ire is, a priori, acceptable. Unfortunately, I'll have to wait until I'm over the hump on some academic work to come back to Moxley and give her a good read. As with any aesthetic experience, which is at least part of what a poetry reading is, the person who walks away unhappy is, in a very basic way, less well off than the person who walks away happy, so really I've no reason to stick to my guns, except to say that some prejudices may prove, in the end, incorrigible.

And one more time, congratulations to the people of the Ukraine- you fucking rock. Now why the hell couldn't the American people storm the capital and get congress or the supreme court to anull Bush's "election" in 2000? (Not that I was any more there than anyone else).

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

thx for your post, juliana. so much of what you described in reading moxley is akin to my own experience, & i only first read her work last spring. it was an aha moment, felt very defiant and important. yes, i think the avant-garde issues are still with us. maybe slipping away, but i was shocked out of my own naive world when i came to mills & scott bentley as still talking about fragmentation & non-representational work. naive in that i had been completely out of the poetic community for several years but was still reading & writing, and i just forgot that this was an issue. the who's more avant game. it hasn't come up in our workshop much but last year i was feeling very defensive about using the "i" etc.--i didn't think i was really an evil person contributing to the powers of darkness by using it but i had to come up with a reason why it wasn't evil.

the thing about moxley is that she's presenting us with a huge world in her work. a huge historical sweep. she's not billy collins talking about apples on her kitchen table suburban epiphany. well, she might drop those apples in but the next minute she's talking about homer. this embracing of a whole weighty tradition & history, and placing oneself in it, and paying homage to one's influences, seems very important to me.

also i disagree with dillon that there's enough beauy in the world.

anyway, here's the into:


Jennifer Moxley lives & teaches creative writing in Orono, Maine, though she is originally from San Diego, CA, where she was born in 1964. She is the author of Imagination Verses and The Sense Record, as well as the chapbooks Wrong Life, The First Division of Labor and Enlightenment Evidence. She has also translated from the French Jacqueline Risset’s The Translation Begins, published by Burning Deck. She founded and edited The Impercipient, a poetry journal named for a poem by Thomas Hardy, and later co-edited The Impercipient Lecture Series, a monthly poetics publication, with Steve Evans.

Jennifer Moxley’s poetry is a high-wire balancing act, engaging a wide scope of literary history with the quotidian specifics of her American life, quotidian in the sense of the commonplace but also as a recurring fever, where the “Orphic landscape” includes “Dylan tapes” “tupperware parties” and “Sara Lee Danishes,” where a summoning to the Muse of Astronomy might be: “Urania, the orbit of your rounded spheres / telescopes my eye on down your faded levis,” where “Eros” speaks to “the sentient flowers” “all en route to the two car garage.” Where “we were great machines of desire and we hurled toward the night sky’s virile Centaur with our feet firmly planted on the ground.”

In her preface to Imagination Verses, Moxley writes: “Our states, whether social or organic, are composed of effects both chosen (verses) and not (Imagination).” She calls out & names this distinction between social creation, literary artifice, and the other thing, the nameless thing, the ineffable thing. The title Imagination Verses is a call to synthesis of these two forces, but to the ear “Verses” can have another meaning: opposed to in a trial, against. Her poetry happens in this tense arena, where the acknowledgement of literature’s artifice can coexist with lyric’s defiant belief in sincerity. “I am content,” she writes, “when I do not think the disclosure of love is a weakness.”

There is little of the Modernist fragment in Moxley’s work Rather, she extends her sentences as far as possible, moving between gravitational fields, as we follow & twist with her down serpentine lines, sentences unfolding, pausing, revolving around themselves, we follow comma after comma in the air.
She seems to have countless centuries and registers at her feet, the high lyric and the political protest, the domestic, the tragic, the mythic, defying what we may expect from a young “experimental” writer. In an essay titled “Invective Verse,” she writes: “Poetry is the insistence that we partake in the expression of our lives, in all their various contexts and manifestations.” In her work there is the acknowledgement of an immense history, both troubling & lovely, the wars & the sonnets. She is a poetic Janus, deity of gates & doorways, looking backwards & forwards at once. We may also have to invent new names for the other directions she seeks. She writes: “what kind of poems do we want? What do we want our poems to say? I feel that we poets must resist the compulsion to be defined under only the terms of "political man," and yet, simply denying the social, or political, in favor of a vaporous aestheticism, is not satisfying. There is a truth that lies outside both the topical concerns of the day as they are defined by the power structure and the denial of them. A truth art can and must access.”


(for the record, this last quote comes from:

http://www.umit.maine.edu/~steven.evans/3F-20

near the bottom)

Also, just noticed, Stephanie has an interesting post on the Moxley reading at the Well Nourished Moon.

Backchannel me if you want photos of Stephen Ratcliffe doing the hustle.

And Jessea, can you post your super impressive introduction here?



In late answer to Meg's question, if anyone is looking for something to bring at last minute, I forgot to get beer. I am hopine there is some at house but I didn't check before I left.

I saw Jennifer read her poems 3x this week. Once at Kelly Holt's, once at UCDavis, and then last night. I really felt like I had to listen to them again to begin to say anything about them. They are hard and lovely poems. After the first hearing the sliding "you" kept getting me into some other place. And when I was fighting it, it wasn't working. But once I began to relax into the sliding "you," I felt I got them and they became rich and wonderful and they kept pointing at me and making me think why all the pointing. I still would need to see them on the page. But I left with a sense of the complicatedness of our relations, how we keep sliding into various yous.

I also love "the Occassion" and its big green sphere.

I remember when Imagination Verses first came out and everyone was like oh, is it avant garde enough? Or oh no, it isn't avant garde enough. And this book was really important for me to begin to realize that I didn't really care all that much about what was avant garde enough if it meant that I couldn't have this book on my side. That I wanted something else from poetry.

I also remember reading at the Writers House as U Penn with Chris Strofollino. Chris was late. I think he came in in the middle of my reading. He had taken the train down from NYC and he had read on the way down his copy of Imagination Verses which had just been published and he was all excited and he began his reading with "Cell #103"," a poem that still knocks me out. It begins "How many years locked up / does it take to create a Revolutionary? / How many a poet?"

I am wondering how to explain finally how Imagination Verses felt when it came out, to me and some of those near me, as a possibility. As a contested and prickly possibility. As a series of poems that said one could have tradition and one could have avant garde (as much as I hate that word) and still write however one wanted. Which is why I think I keep turning to "I remember..." phrasing. To explain this feeling of possibility might require me to talk about how things were back then, which would be absurd and self-aggrandizing. But I was for so many years lost in a who is the most radical contest (I’ve written some on this in "Editing and Community"). And to read the preface of Imagination Verses and to find "they were written out of a desire to engage the universal lyric 'I'" felt somewhat scandalous at the time. (Does it still? I can’t tell anymore.) And it had that feeling of freedom that sometimes happens when someone says something scandalous and suddenly other productive scandals seem as if they were possible, scandals unrelated to the universal lyric I. There were at the time so many essays around me/us about the evil universal lyric “I.” And while I still am suspicious of how often poems written in the universal lyric “I” can slide into narcissism, I don’t find that in Moxley’s work and I’m interested to think about what sort of work is left for this “I” which I think means looking at those using this “I.”

Also I've learned so much from those lines about how poetry is not for the passive; about how even the love poem agitates. And it is because of that line that I had to rethink whole poetic traditions that I had dismissed in the who is most radical contest.

Why is the luncheonette of language bullshit? To me it just says embed the poetry in the world. Or is a way of saying that poetry should matter somehow. And yet it is avoiding saying it too dramatically. I read that statement as refusing to say it doesn’t matter and yet refusing also to say absurdly that it only matters.