Gabriel Gudding's Blog, page 30

a friend of ours

a friend of ours

MIT ALLEN GEDANKEN ging ichhinaus aus der Welt: da warst ...

MIT ALLEN GEDANKEN ging ichhinaus aus der Welt: da warst du,du meine Leise, du meine Offne, und -du empfingst uns.Wersagt, dass uns alles erstarb,da uns das Aug brach?Alles erwachte, alles hob an.- Celan. M. Hamburger renders: "With all my thoughts I went/ out of the world: and there you were/ you my quiet, my open one, and/ you received us.// Who/ says that everything died for us/ when our eyes

un deux trois

un deux trois

at 3:50 - 6:12 an old Bluegrass hymn from the rivers of A...

at 3:50 - 6:12 an old Bluegrass hymn from the rivers of Appalachia as sung by Allison Krauss, Bluegrass singer and fiddler from Decatur, Illinois

at 3:11 - 6:12 an old Bluegrass hymn from the rivers of A...

at 3:11 - 6:12 an old Bluegrass hymn from the rivers of Appalachia as sung by Allison Krauss, Bluegrass singer and fiddler from Decatur, Illinois

inequality's passion

I am sure Glenn Beck, like Bök, is also convinced his peer group is stupid and lazy. Have been fascinated by what Rancière, in writing about 19thC French pedagogical theorist Joseph Jacotot, calls inequality's passion: "The love of domination requires people to protect themselves from each other in the heart of a conventional order that cannot be reasonable, since it is made up of nothing but....

stupidity in poets & glenn bök

I am sure Glenn Beck is also convinced his peer group is stupid and lazy. I am fascinated by what Rancière, in writing about 19thC French pedagogical theorist Joseph Jacotot, calls inequality's passion: "The love of domination requires people to protect themselves from each other in the heart of a conventional order that cannot be reasonable, since it is made up of nothing but....that submission

won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kin...

won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my one hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.- Lucille Clifton (June 27 1936 - February 13 2010)

poetics as an industry of technical fantasy

Revolutionary Road comes to poetry. Received the below book release from Northwestern UP a few months ago. Though the book is titled Contemporary Poetics its essays are pretty much all from the 80s and 90s, the heyday of postmodernism. The title is one thing, but I was struck again this morning by the self-congratulating and revolutionary-seeming nature of the book's subtitle: "Redefining the

the very dear paws of procyon lotor found under the goodf...

the very dear paws of procyon lotor found under the goodfield bridge after kayaking ten miles on an icy mackinac under three bald eagles