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
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.
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.
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).
Jerome Rothenberg writes:
Kenner in 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. vers-libre[this has the vaguest connection to classical Chinese but is crucial to how Pound sets out in his “translations”]; 2. ; 3. . [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.
Moving away from translation and appropriation as such, Pound’s work in 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 and , by David Antin in his , by me in , and by various other poets both in America and elsewhere. This we might call, after Mac Low, the .
Ditto this principle.
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:
In the sum
aqui aquí alt161
tu y yo Tú alt163 yo no
nòn là alt149 + alt133 òà
alt162 and alt160