Saturday, September 24, 2016

Very Like Hey


OK YESTERDAY

It was so funny.


AND I KNOW CUBBY

I told Cubby.


THEY’RE NOT REALLY

I mean they are.


UNLESS YOU HAD LIKE

Sanitary scissors.


BUT YEAH

A little.
But no.


HE’S KIND OF GOING

Oh wait a minute.


A LOT WILL

A lot won’t.
But a lot will.


SHE WAS VERY LIKE HEY

So I think one of the things.


YEAH JUST WHAT

I’ve been yeah.


WHAT DID YOU

I mean.


NEXT THING YOU KNOW IT’S LIKE

I don’t even know.


YEAH SO I MEAN

And they're like.


AND I TOLD HER I SAID

You’ve got to realize.


TELL YOU WHAT

I was shocked.


OBVIOUSLY HE

And then all of a sudden.


TO FUNCTION

Four hours.


I JUST SAY THAT BECAUSE

We’re like.


OH  YEAH ABOUT YEAH SO

I OK projecting.


I WAS LIKE OH

You know?


WHICH WAIT OK

It gets crazier.


LIKE SOMETIMES I FEEL

He kind of fucking burned his own bridges.


COME TO FIND OUT

There are two new Ruhis.


I’LL LEAVE HIM A HEY WE’D LIKE TO

The guy has yeah.


I WILL SAY

And I mean look.


SO I’M JUST LIKE

I’m like yeah, you know?


I SAID OH REALLY

Just the fact that its probably.


WITH HIM

You never know.


BUT I THINK THAT

In an effort to whatever.


AND HE WAS LIKE

He was like.
I mean.


I SAID WHAT?

And then I go like this.







Thursday, September 22, 2016

Hot Right Into the Weekend




MY NEW GIG 

From a distance, the houses built into the side of the mountain looked like a community of bento boxes and apothecary jars. I have been living out of a suitcase for the past few weeks, and keeping the Thursday/Saturday schedule has been a challenge, but so far I’ve been up to it.  

So after watching a tribute to Juan Gabriel on t.v. and reading the semi-annual report of one of the investment products in my portfolio, I spent much of the remainder of the morning at a café attempting to develop a new aesthetic.  

The job is like a volunteer vacation, except I’m getting paid. I miss my desert abode, but the beach is cool. And it dawns on me (dawn: opening shot in a movie, first notes in a score, when the curtain rises in a play, first line in a poem, opening sentence in a novel) that I tilt toward what in this cultural meme is called Language Poetry. An affinity is what I have. In Tokyo I was developing this style, studying poets and artists and filmmakers and the choreographers (Balanchine:  “There are no new steps only new combinations.”) all to the background of Japanese language.  


ONE MAN SHOW POSTPONED 

I’ve had to postpone for several weeks the opening of my one man show, where I will I play all four roles in Edward Albee’s “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf,” modeling my performance on the over the top work of Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, Sandy Dennis (ah, Sandy Dennis) and George Segal. This for sure tour de force will be rescheduled for late winter or early spring of next year. The postponement is out of respect for Mr. Albee who died recently.


STOP ME IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS BEFORE 

There is so much good writing out there in the world. So much from all over. The internet is huge in making it available. Huge. Good poetry showing up in my feeds, emails, and just from surfing. From India, Mexico, France, Nigeria, translated into English, though most of what I’ve been reading online recently is English/American.


SHOUT OUTS 

Alexis Fancher: She is a poet of acclaim (frequent publishing, Best American Poetry series, etc.) and a photographer who chronicles the downtown scene of the most interesting city in the world, Los Angeles. DTLA is how she acronyms it, and I re-live vicariously through her images my old neighborhood. When I was a student at USC at would get tired of the campus huff and fluff, I would go to downtown LA and lose myself in its myriad ways. Ms. Fancher’s photographs remind me of those fine hours. 

Neil Novello: A video artist working in several genres—journalism, arts, documentary, etc—and has also risked his professional reputation by making videos interpreting my work—and he is currently on a speaking tour in the U.S. 


VISION STATEMENT 

Sequences and observations, episodic threads of vocalized pauses, aural punctuation and verbal fillers that accessorize discourse in public spaces and common places (such as offices, snack bars, waiting rooms, etc.) written in poetic form (although maybe not poetry in the usual sense of the word).

SHOP TALK 


 Kenner in The Pound Era distinguishes three “principles” that arise here and in Pound’s other workings from that time.  These are worth setting down here, as a way to get us started: 1. the vers-libre principle, that the single line is the unit of composition [this has the vaguest connection to classical Chinese but is crucial to how Pound sets out in his “translations”]; 2. the Imagist principle, that a poem may build its effects out of things it sets before the mind’s eye by naming them; 3. the lyrical principle, that words or names, being ordered in time, are bound together and recalled into each other’s presence by recurrent sounds.  [These last two show a connection to aspects of Chinese poetry that Pound may have sensed through Fenollosa/Mori and that Yip articulates more clearly over a half-century later.]



These principles are money. Let me repeat:  each of these principles? Money. 


SHOP TALK 2 

Rothenberg continues:   

Moving away from translation and appropriation as such, Pound’s work in Cathay shows a way of making poetry from lists of words – connected or not at their origin.  As a form of systemic or process poetry, this has been utilized by Jackson Mac Low in his Asymmetries and Light Poems, by David Antin in his Meditations, by me in The Lorca Variations, and by various other poets both in America and elsewhere.  This we might call, after Mac Low, the nuclei principle. 


Ditto this principle.


SLAYED 

By these lines by Gunter Eich, from a poem about his simple possessions as a soldier or POW 

The pencil’s the thing
I love the most:
By day it writes verses
I make up at night.
This is my notebook,
this my rain gear,
this is my towel,
this is my twine.

These appeared on the Facebook recently: three and four liners, quite fine, some longer ones. Highly recommended. 


SHOP TALK 3 

A villain is William Carlos Williams to verbosity.  Here is a tribute: 

SATURDAY

Fuck
Ing
Night
In the sum
Mer
Time.  

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Saturday, September 17, 2016

No Ordinary Sailing


CONGRATULATIONS

You’ve been preselected!


CAN WE DO IT WHEN WE GET OFF THE LIKE

Oh but he wants to uh.


IT’S WEIRD

It’s weird.
It’s like.
Weird.
You know?


HE WAS ASKED HEY WAIT A MINUTE

What about Jerzy?


ARE YOU HERE FOR A WEEK

Or a month?
Or both?


AND THAT’S THE THING

You know?


I BOUGHT A LOTTERY TICKET

To eat it and get high.


HE IS

Very nice.
Very gentle.


IT WORKED ONCE BEFORE

With a scratcher.


BY LAW YOU NEED TO

Whether or not.


BUT I TELL YOU WHAT

Most people really feel.


ARE YOU?

Can you?


RIGHT YEAH

But I mean.


WELL I TOLD THEM

What happened is.


THEY ASKED ME THEY SAID UH

Oh well no, they wouldn’t say.


SHE GOT A JOB

The sister did.


I ALWAYS

There’s so much.


BUT IT’S A MATTER OF

You know.


WHY?

Why would she have a melt down?
Oh.
Oh.


PROBABLY BY THE TIME YOU ADD IT ALL UP

Two-thirds.


I’M SO NOT LIKE THAT

And she is.


I HEARD TODAY

Jerzy told me.


IF YOU’RE SCRAMBLING

The last thing you need is.


THEY TRIED TO

Hang me basically completely out to dry.


THE REAL QUESTION IS YEAH

Why’d it take so long?


YOU DON’T HAVE TO KEEP REMINDING ME

I know.
I know.
Get in the car.


I THOUGHT IT WAS THE LAW

It is the law.