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Field Work: Notes, Songs, Poems 1997-2010
Poetry. "In San Francisco, Austin and Buffalo a chiel's among ye taking notes. David Hadbawnik like James Boswell has a knack for capturing all the things we wish we had said, as well as the street talk which shows up our culture as indescribably banal and fertile. On his way to developing a unique poetic, Hadbawnik kept writing it down; these twelve years of flaneuring pe ...more
Paperback, 138 pages
Published April 5th 2011 by Blazevox Books
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Reading this in airports, on planes. Making notes, myself. Watching passers by—and wondering how to capture a moment, how to record or, really, how to make world. Thinking about the daybook as form—about world as form—and leaving aside the shadow of Kafka and the echo of Wittgenstein, which Kent Johnson perceptively mentions in his blurb—but remembering, for instance, Creeley’s project of the late 60s/early 70s. Or the more recently released artifacts of Oppen. And thinking that, while Hadbawnik ...more
I never hear David Hadbawnik read without thinking of the wry, understated Steven Wright. The resemblance goes beyond voice to a shared capacity for close listening, and a gift for paring the overheard and often under-observed down to aphoristic vignettes tight with meaning and suggestion. No other poet I can think of has led me to consider “the astonishing shit of dogs. Rich red-brown … beaded, sculptural, coming out in little balls or ‘soft serve’ in one big bubbly lump, warm in my hand throug ...more
The understated quality of this book, which is comprised of mainly short no nonsense first person micro-vignettes from 1st person POV--"A woman asks me outside the library what time it is--but again this happens--and even though I already know, I have to thrust my wrist out and glance at my watch, as though to legitimize my answer"--makes it slow acting. Faster than homeopathy, slower than speed. That is, the poems themselves forcefully refuse large, lyric moments and only swerve into overt musi ...more