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October 2, 2014

Jigsaw Puzzle Notes

Jigsaw Puzzle Notes:

tonytobecasual:




Men can swallow women.


Can women swallow men?


What monsters come forth


then? (Rachel Blau Duplessis, The Pink Guitar)


"…and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did since it was I in him that was then so bold, & it is he in me that now reviews the vision" (Henry David Thoreau, "Reading")


*…


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Published on October 02, 2014 13:22

September 30, 2014

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Published on September 30, 2014 09:09

September 27, 2014

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http://jeandonnelly.tumblr.com/post/98550478951/you-feel-minute-perceptions-speeding-across-a:

jeandonnelly:




"You feel minute perceptions speeding across a dirty surface.

Coded, high-brow, late-night.

Your subject shouldn’t be rationed but expressed as the traversal of this surface.

Coming to this place, looking out over the passing container yards, the cranes like fractured Trojan animals, you are…


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Published on September 27, 2014 08:01

September 26, 2014

michelledetorie:

books! are!...









michelledetorie:



books! are! here! 


After-Cave https://ahsahtapress.org/product/afte...


A feminist, feral-poetic odyssey,  purring and covered in mud, After-Cave invites the reader to move with its possibly human, possibly alive narrator toward a discovery of livability. More pressing than hunger in this universe is the need to know what cruelty means and how one might live in its absence. How to make this impossibility hospitable and thereby, in one’s way, to prepare oneself to meet ones friends: human, animal, the always alive and the already dead. A hybrid text, After-Cave contains experiments in sound and syntax, language that moves like weather systems and migratory birds, troubling notions of linear time and traversing the spaces of human-made and “natural” disaster.


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Published on September 26, 2014 19:33

September 25, 2014

jeandonnelly:

The older I get the more relatives I see looking...



jeandonnelly:



The older I get the more relatives I see looking back at me in my selfies. Perhaps living into the dark mysteries of the dissolution of my parents marriage - the cycles of spectacular betrayals and guilt-induced abuse in my own - while parenting boundlessly hopeful, myopic, tender, and resilient adolescents for whom everything will be new or be made to seem new by them - for them in a world they believe can and will change - I can’t help but see all of my grandparents - living and long passed - their individual features I see reminding me of - what Fanny Howe calls - their “radical love” - flawed, omitted, distorted, coveted, flung out under rages or exquisitely shared, rejected or returned.


Giorgio Agamben writes, “the only possible city is a face.” The one the I asks to touch and does so with no apparent or residual struggle. Then the you will be a city delivering a letter on how to care for one another.


In his collection “Our Face” - or perhaps it translates “Whole Face” - Henri Meschonnic wrote - and this is my feeble translation -


my wonder now is
now


the future is so much


in us in


speech


it might resemble
us or I


find everyone
each is


us this
discovery in


a face


cradling silence
that says more than


formed


words
to hear I


continue
and hear


its speech
inaudible force


and endless


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Published on September 25, 2014 09:17

September 24, 2014

Rae Armantrout, from NECROMANCE (Sun & Moon, 1991)



Rae Armantrout, from NECROMANCE (Sun & Moon, 1991)

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Published on September 24, 2014 14:03

September 23, 2014

wendyssubway:

An incredible conversation between Lisa Robertson...



wendyssubway:



An incredible conversation between Lisa Robertson and Aisha Sasha John reposted by Art & Education and entirely worth watching.


“Central to their conversation seems to be the character of poetry as a trace of a transmission of thought between bodies and across time, and the experience of reading always as a “beginner”—an experience which is heightened by a fumbling incapability before the opacity of a foreign-language text. This pleasure of difficulty, which changes the encounter with the text and helps to abolish the preconceptions that reading in one’s native language is wont to bring, is connected to notions of intimacy and the complex dynamics of power and identification in Pauline Réage’s canonic S&M novel The Story of O, which forms the topic of one of Robertson’s essays in Nilling, “Lastingness.” “


One of Lisa Robertson’s latest books Thinking Space was printed by the Organism for Poetic Research, which is launching the third issue of their journal PELT at WS this Friday at 8pm.  

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Published on September 23, 2014 17:43

Maiden voyage: belt and motor back on, we took it out for our...



Maiden voyage: belt and motor back on, we took it out for our first spin…

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Published on September 23, 2014 14:45

September 20, 2014

Past week: drove up Pike’s Peak with Julia to see the...











Past week: drove up Pike’s Peak with Julia to see the aspens beginning to change. J knows I get nervous w/heights, so she crawls out on every ledge. Also, my neighbor Jim and I rewired the motor for the Heidelberg and it spun right up. Then we made a 220 extension cord so we can run the press off of the outlet for the drier. New rollers and new belt arrived yesterday, so very soon the press will be up and running!

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Published on September 20, 2014 17:39

September 16, 2014

Gus + Creeley



Gus + Creeley

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Published on September 16, 2014 20:50

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