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September 22, 2010

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Published on September 22, 2010 20:08

September 21, 2010

The Handmade Word

Geof Huth, "START" (21 September 2010)


As I write this, music is playing, because music is playing, because music is always playing, because mine is an intermedial life where everything sloshes into everything else, and this music is more than just the sound of the dishwasher's rhythmic sloshing of water. In this case, it is Angèle Dubeau & La Pietà playing the Estonian composer Arvo Pärt's "Tabula Rasa." I thought, upon first receiving the CD, that Pärt was Finnish, because his name looks Fin...
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Published on September 21, 2010 20:51

September 20, 2010

Renegade

Daniel f. Bradley, "the white witch 5"

Andrew Topel has just opened up a simple little visual poetry blogzine entitled Renegade with simply beautiful work. These are poets working at the farthest end of visual poetry from the pure unadorned word. These are works that are voiceless but eyeful and yearning, or you will yearn for them, because these are works with full force of the printer's fist from poets who understand why the letter is the most beautiful and evocative thing we have ever seen....
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Published on September 20, 2010 20:58

September 19, 2010

Fragmented Body of Words


It is strange to see an old friend after many years and still recognize the fellow but see how he's become more fully and greatly himself. (And if you're friend's a woman, herself.)

Such is the case when I first saw the 20th-anniversary edition of mIEKAL aND's book, The plagiarist codex: an Old Maya information hieroglyph , today. mIEKAL has released a colorized version that enhances the xerographic beauty of the black and white original, which I must have seen just about twenty years ago just ...
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Published on September 19, 2010 20:07

September 18, 2010

Dumbo Arts Festival Visual Poetry Reading

This coming Sunday, not tomorrow but a week from then, I'll be giving a reading-cum-performance at the Dumbo Arts Festival. Specifically, I'll be part of the two-day Dumbo Arts Festival Visual Poetry Reading, which I'm promised will be filled with noise from attendees of the arts festival milling about, and we're encouraged to give dynamic readings, which (honestly) is difficult with visual poetry. So expect a bit of sound poetic drama from me, some poems made up on the spot, and probably a l...
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Published on September 18, 2010 20:59

September 17, 2010

Cryptographiku Revisited

Yesterday, Bob Grumman sent this request to the Spidertangle list:

I'd be grateful for any kind of feedback on these two gadgets. The
coding is supposed to be metaphorically meaningful. I've done maybe ten
such poems. Over more than ten years. No one's ever commented on them.

--Bob

. #####

. 1 .#.9.#.#

. 1 .#.15.5.#

. a .2.i.18.4

. a .16.o.e.13

. a i

. a o e

. a

. all around the path

. o.18.1.ng.5, 25.5.l.12.15.w, 18.e.4 and b.18.own

. 12.5.1.21.5.19 in slow descent


My reply follows here (with minor edits):

F...
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Published on September 17, 2010 20:59

September 16, 2010

A Book for U and I

 
I wrote a blurb for this book, so it will serve as my review:
I didn't know who I am before I saw ui. I didn't know what I was, or the difference between I and U. I was continually thinking U were I when you were nothing of the kind. But in this book, in this John Moore Williams book, we discover that I am the mother of U, who is I bent in the middle and whose feet point up to the sky. Sometimes, I am a shadow. Sometimes, I is a change. Sometimes, I am in a pile of U's and cannot get...
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Published on September 16, 2010 20:28

elliminate

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Published on September 16, 2010 15:18

September 15, 2010

The Scream within the Egg

Geof Huth, "EEEeeG" (2005)
"To be literary, not a man, not a being of blood but words, words flowing through me as if they had any meaning."
Quoting myself. From yesterday. A little note in a little book I write into and only I read out of. The sense that the self is best that is the self of words, the serf to words. Kerf and kern. Or it is that that is the only self governed by the hope of perfectability, even if fleeting. The perfect set of words in the perfect order. Because ordering is...
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Published on September 15, 2010 19:07

September 14, 2010

Absence at Noon


Absence at Noon: Nine Years after the Towers Fell from Geof Huth on Vimeo.


A kind of text-based and voice-based memory of the absence that death and destruction fill us with from time to time, created on and for September 11th.

ecr. l'inf.
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Published on September 14, 2010 19:41