Tuesday, April 26, 2005

timing

poetry workshop

I know it's getting down to crunch time; I'm feeling rather crunched myself.

I'll get to your poems on Wednesday and on Friday, my non-teaching days. In the meantime, please come see me on Wednesday to talk over chapbooks and particular poems and issues. I'll be in from 10 until near 3.

In the meantime, thanks for being so game this semester. It's gratifying to see you trying on new poetic gear, driving in new gears, gearing up in new ways. I fear I'm stripping mine!

aloha, Susan

Monday, April 25, 2005

o jah mon

Hi all—
Like most everyone else, this is my first x-posure to Brathwaite and I’m pretty much blown away by his poems. On a personal level, it’s strangely heartening to see a modern-day poet so successfully embracing techniques like alliteration, consonance, assonance and rhyme, since (in some of my drafts) I tend towards those repetitions of sounds, even though I’ve tried to tone it down and/or break myself of the habit occasionally over the years. With lines like “first there is the frost and it was light / blue almost white / like cloud. Icing of furushima / and then it was real cloud. / like the blue/ mountains” there’s obviously still hope for these techniques in the right hands (63).
Brathwaite is so strongly aware of the sound and rhythm (and silence) of language—down to the last syllable—that I hope we get to hear him read at some point. I tried to down load some stuff to bring too but couldn’t get it to work either. Reading his work also really made me aware of the percussive and rhythmic capabilities of one and two syllable words, as happens in “Words Need Love Too”: “bringing yr lips at last out/ not to resist/ not to resist but kiss/ kiss shapes back into their proper pout / & speech back into their proper sounds / & even beyond these proper sounds / soft song / soft songs / chant canticle poem & halleluja halleluja halleluja” (28). The kiss and pout are wonderfully alliterative, and they link to their meanings within the poem surrounding love/ communication / words / speech through it and through repetition; the three-syllable “halleluja”s seem even more expansive and dramatic when proceeded by all of the shorter, more percussive words about words. His use of nation language fits so strongly into his rhythms it makes me wish I had one, but, sadly the little test told me I speak 80% General American English and 20% Yankee, whatever those are. Valley Girl just really doesn’t seem like it would cut it (though you never know…)
Thanks,
Eve

what kind of english do you speak?

poetry workshop

a good way to prepare for today's class. Found it on ronsilliman.blogspot.com

http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/


Susan

back to the roots

Hi everyone. sing along with me now, bob marley stylee "it's been a long, long time, since i've got you on my mind" cuz honeys its been a long long time since I've been on dis here blog...as you can tell. anyways, getting back to what's at hand:

I am enjoying Kamau Brathwaite's _Words Need Love Too_. The introduction was invaluable and enjoyable to read. It laid out poetics, process..very helpful ideas to enrich our reading of Brathwaite. I even appreciated immensely the acknowledgement/thanks from the first page: it was like opening the book with a prayer..and being given understanding...something as old as our bones: like a spiritual poesis..if there is such a thing. What I'm trying to say is that even with that short snip of a page, it was like I was being prepared, cleansed, made ready for the rest of the book....like an initiation...at the very least, it allowed my mind to clear away from all the flarlingdom that's been expounded with Mohammad, from all the aesthetics(?) of the grotesque a la Dinh (even though i'm totally down wiht Dinh).....it's like after all this time, we're finally getting back to the roots. Anyways, I like how Bill summed up all the recognizable elements which are embodied or culminated in Brathwaite's poetry. But I especially appreciate it for its 'nation language' (which has been preambled in class last week) and that it is yet another representation of traditionally marginalized voices. I guess you could say that i'm a softy for marginalized artist/poets/writers. These poems definitly re minded me of McMullin, Rastafarian resistance, Cha, George Lamming (I was at that video-viewing too--that lecture series rocked some serious soul shakin' action), and Zombies...

i too am interested in hearing about Vodoun. isn't Agwe the god of rain/sea?

p.s. I'm bringing an orange shaker for tomorrow's musical/poetic performance. see you in class!

peace.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

brathwaite interview

poetry workshop

give this a shot--same guy who interviewed Linh Dinh--

http://kaos.evergreen.edu/audio/cc_poetics_braithwaite.mp3

Susan

calling all you computer pros

poetry workshop

I'm not finding my Brathwaite cd, and Keith is having computer difficulties, so I'm wondering if one of you computer whizzes (Bill? Laura?) could do the class a huge favor and download some audio of Brathwaite reading a poem or two. Or answering a question (see the phillysound site for interview). There's lots out there.

Free Tinfish item for any who help out!

aloha, Susan

Friday, April 22, 2005

Flarf to workshop

Hi,
Here's my flarf meets list poem thang (vaguely related to that first Death Valley poem we did at the beginning of the semester) to workshop next time. Still working on the order of stanzas/ lines/ differing voices etc. so any suggestions welcome.Hope the formatting pastes right!
Thanks,
Eve

Consuming Reserve

…Death Valley may conjure up pretty scary thoughts, but some of the finest [1st lines should be italics]
…Death Valley National Park @ Deathvalley.com Copyright by Preferred Consumer. All
Rights Reserved
…Area includes a variety of industrial, agricultural, and consumer products
…Our business decisions balance economics
…20 mule teams carried 22 tons of Borax on each trip
…in Teel’s Marsh, birthplace of a legend
…Magic water softener and cleanser discovered in Death Valley, Calif.
…Extensive use of post-consumer recycled content paper products
…Dial Corporation
…All Rights Reserved

…Death Valley may conjure up pretty scary thoughts, but some of the finest
…Wildflower ALERT!!!
…Constant rain creates sea of rare blooms
…Desert Gold! Show starts from Furnace Creek to Badwater. Desert Gold! Pink Sand
Verbena, white Primrose roadsides! Desert Gold! Devils’s Golf Course to Jubilee
Pass!!!
…Tourists swarm to see blooms at Death…
…Beware deep washouts…Keane Wonder Mine Road open again
…In brain boiling summer heat
…we toured the arid 130-degree Death Valley dust bowl
…in the latest four-wheel-drive sport/utility vehicles
…Death Valley Days and Dark Nights Secure Reservation Form: VERY IMPORTANT
DISCLOSURE NOTICE: Please Read.
…It constitutes part of your contract for travel related services
…All Rights Reserved

…Death Valley may conjure up pretty scary thoughts, but some of the finest
…Epinions has the best comparison shopping information on Death Valley National Park
…Death Valley and Las Vegas are inseparable, you have to accept
…The mass-produced, mall-induced consumer society
…Boric Acid found in dried salt lake beds used in wide range of consumer products
…On Sunday we all drove to Death Valley
…That was my favorite trip
…We kept moving
…windows rolled up, on air-conditioned life support
…“Death Valley” is not a positive nickname
…Tourism up despite flooding
…Story of western expansion, wealth, greed, suffering, ultimate triumph
…hard won bounty
…All Rights Reserved

Thursday, April 21, 2005

pro-Brathwaite website

poetry workshop

http://www.tomraworth.com/wordpress/

created by a wonderful English/Irish poet, Tom Raworth.

Susan

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

poetry outer garments

poetry workshop

The new Jacket is just about complete:

http://jacketmagazine.com/27/index.html

an amazing poetry journal from Australia.

sms

brathwaite in distress

poetry workshop

This comes off an email list I'm on. Very sorry to hear of Brathwaite's troubles. He's had many.

From Jane Sprague Add Sender
Sent Tuesday, April 19, 2005 12:10 pm
To subpoetics-l@hawaii.edu
Subject Help for Poet/Teacher Kamau Brathwaite & Cow Pastor (Barbados)
this is as much as i know (from jen hofer)

> Dear All,
>
> Kamau Brathwaite is a treasure of a human being, a brilliant
> scholar and magnificent poet. He has long been battling the Barbados
> government to keep his land, Cow Pastor, in Christ Church parish, and now,
> in his 70s, it looks like he may lose it, which puts his livelihood, his
> home, and his archive of Caribbean literature and literary history at
> risk.
>
> His tone is bleak, and frightened. He's talking about burning himself
> upon the land, and is clearly asking for community support. Please write
> to
> him at kb5@nyu.edu, urge other poets and artists who care to write to him,
> and simply tell him you support him, and ask him what he needs to save his
> land, not what he's doing to save his land. He is asking for academics,
> poets, artists, to come to Cow Pastor, see what's happening there, and
> help
> him mobilize to save it. If you know artists and writers in Barbados,
> please
> contact them and urge them to help.
>
> If you can do this, do this.
>
> Thanks!
>
> Tisa
>
> ***
> In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the
> silence of our friends. -
> Martin Luther King Jr., "The Trumpet of Conscience", 1967
>
>
>>>
>>>>> INFO: kamau brathwaite and cowpastor
>>>>> ======================================
>>>>>
>>>
>>> Please circulate as wade as possible - let it wide in the water Kamau
>>> Brathwaite kb5@nyu.edu +
>>> CowPastor, Wilcox Lands, Christ Church, Barbados see also Hambone 17
>>> (2004),
>>> 126-173
>>>
>>> 15 Mar 05/(!!) The Ides of March (!!)/CP 2:43am
>>>
>>> The lass days of KB and CowPastor Vandal: My Emmerton 2005
>>>
>>> Dear Andrea Nation and all Caribbean artists intellectuals cultural
>>> workers &
>>> environmentalists w/in the sound of Marina
>>>
>>> I sharing a letter i juss write to a wo at OUP >>> lett> who
>>> deals w/permissions payments to authors who want to quote yr work etc.
>>> This
>>> wo and me - we don't kno each other - share a wonderful sense of weather
>>> and
>>> the environment and at the end of my business w/her this midnight, I
>>> describe
>>> and refer to (un)developments in my life i thot you shd kno
>>>
>>> w/the dust choking me from the destruction so that I can hardly eat -
>>> the
>>> water that we drink returning to like its limestone white residual - and
>>> have
>>> these DS(3s) and Beverley has already had to go the doc w/a dreadful
>>> cough of
>>> corridor -
>>>
>>> I've tried - in vain - to get an appointment w/the PS of the Housing &
>>> Lands
>>> - a man i long respec & kno. . . and a letter of premonition &
>>> desperation I
>>> senn in to yr NATION tho promise publication. . . has nvr in fact
>>> appeared. .
>>> . I try contact Liz Thompson who when she was in NYC sometime ago at an
>>> X/hibition of BaJam Wo artists, at which we share both spoke, said yes i
>>> shd
>>> send her the details of my evident concern. Nuffen of course followed
>>> from
>>> that. . . I tried lifelines to Dame Billie and Mia - nuffen there
>>> neetha. And
>>> I note that whenever you respond to me on this, you ask a whole series
>>> of Qs
>>> about 'what am I doing' - as if I doin nothin!!
>>>
>>> All I can in the end do - w/out community support - is set afire to
>>> myself,
>>> as I've said before, on this very namsetoura pasture become the
>>> criminal. and
>>> I don't really want to do dat, because my spirit flies so high - so many
>>> dreamstories and ideas seem to flow & flow - altho of course who's to
>>> kno if
>>> they gods not punishing mwe But I don't think so, or lets say I arrogant
>>> enuff to think that I don't think so - which of course is whe the danger
>>> lies. . .
>>>
>>> I write to you now as I write earlier to that stranger. but w/the
>>> difference
>>> that I have faith that as a wo of soul, there is something I sure you
>>> can do,
>>> if is nothing more than persuade one of yr colleagues who's still free
>>> and
>>> fearless - is there any such? - to come out to CP and see whats
>>> happening. .
>>> . is there no voices in BaJam that can raise can rise? It will be a
>>> shame if
>>> i hear people saying AFTER I GONE - that Kamau use to talk about these
>>> things
>>> and no one lissen not a soul do a ting. trapped - SURELY NOT FOR EVER -
>>> in
>>> our Mental Slavery
>>>
>>> The plight of one person. the flight of one sparrow . is worth more than
>>> all
>>> the kingdooms of this world. But very frew people can live this
>>>
>>> What I saying is that my micro case here, is the macro case of us all.
>>> The
>>> little done unto mwe, is the burden down upon us all upon us all
>>>
>>> All night long, the trucks trundle & boom. Two mornings ago, to destroy
>>> more
>>> duncks trees, so they cd swathe more space for the tractors, they set
>>> fire to
>>> the slope under Thyme Bottom. if the Fire Beegrade didn't come, that
>>> fire
>>> might have swept down into our yard and run all the way down west to
>>> Parish
>>> Lands. It was a clear day and a high wind
>>>
>>> The destruction of CowPasture to put in an unnecessary and unethical
>>> road -
>>> when there are two perfectly good xisting road in this quadrant - for
>>> some
>>> new unxplained access to the airport, involves -
>>>
>>> (1) the death of the three dozen cows and flocks of blackbelly sheep
>>> that
>>> use to ruminate CowPasture
>>>
>>> (2) the loss of rumination marks the end of peace & serengetti beauty
>>> here
>>> and marks the arrival of vandalism. Abandoned houses further pillage,
>>> and
>>> w/the blood up, even the duncks trees on the pasture under pressure -
>>> their
>>> limbs & branches torn down this harmattan for their plunder, not picked
>>> picked picked between the thorns, as happily traditional
>>>
>>> (3) the loss of pasture - here and all over Barbados and all over the
>>> CARICOM Caribbean = also the closing down of the last sugar production
>>> in St
>>> Kitts, and the verge of ditto in Barabados
>>>
>>> (4) the loss of pasture - here and all over the island and all over
>>> the
>>> CARICOM Caribbean = the decline of cricket. Sir Viv and Gary S come from
>>> BayLands not from roundabouts, hotels and clogged up death-mark highways
>>>
>>> (5) the road here is unethical because of this and because it is an
>>> offence
>>> not only to the people who choose to live here, who are/were so
>>> fortunate to
>>> live here to love here - and dispossessed of pristine coral; thru no
>>> fault of
>>> their own, but via a willful remote control decision by Authorities too
>>> arrogant & high & mighty to discuss plans that involve all our futures
>>> fortunes w/us 'out here', who are still seen - MENTAL PLANTATION MENTAL
>>> SLAVERY - as chattel anti-heroes have no voice - cannot afford to be
>>> admitted
>>> to out voice
>>>
>>> (6) even as I write this, therefore, destruction going on - this old
>>> plantation well, the little Lake (or Pond) of Thorns - the natural
>>> water
>>> catchment for this area - filled in and flattened - hence future floods.
>>> And
>>> near the well, a fledgling BEARDED FIG-TREE (shrine of ancient African &
>>> Amerindian spirits) its cinnamon beards just showing. a dear endangered
>>> species. cruelly unethically soon to gone . i cd go on an gone . like
>>> all
>>> the people of Thyme Bottom already gone gone gone. . .
>>>
>>> (7) at 3 pm today, tractors break thru the last line of bush & duncks
>>> between them and our house my yard. A noise as of bombing and a great
>>> cloud
>>> of dust - FALOUJA - and now there's nothing left between ourselves and
>>> them -
>>> the slave well nxt, the bearded fig- tree nxt - today if not tomorrow.
>>> My
>>> eyes are full of grit and helpless scars, as if I am the last person in
>>> the
>>> world the lost poet, really, in the world. Rosina say this morning I shd
>>> write it down. But write it down for who for what. . .
>>>
>>> I walked out there towards the cloud of dust - the grit - my tears - and
>>> my
>>> heart as if rebelled inside me, fit to burst w/grief & loss &
>>> helplessness &
>>> pain
>>>
>>> (8) I had also hoped, when we found this place, to found my nation
>>> here -
>>> my maroon town, resistance palenque. Bring in my archives from their
>>> shattered world - shattered in Jamaica since the Gilbert Hurricane of
>>> 1988 -
>>> an archive stretching back now almost 100 years and covering from Bay
>>> Street/Browns Beach/Harrson College days, thru Cambridge, Ghana, SL, 30
>>> years
>>> at Mona, the Caribbean Artists Movement (London), Bim, BBC Caribbean
>>> Voices,
>>> Savacou, Carifestas, paintings, sculpture (inc early postcolonial W Af,
>>> early
>>> Rastafari), Colly, Timmy Callender, Broodhagen, jazz records, tape
>>> recordings
>>> from almost ancient Ghana, from nearly every Caribbean voice of say or
>>> song
>>>
>>> and all this a lament - the loss & dislocation of so much of this in
>>> Gilbert
>>> (see SHAR. see Carolivia Herron's 'SAVING THE WORD' hear ARK - these
>>> are our
>>> documents for our last our lost millennium - and still more loss from
>>> worm
>>> and Ivan (2004) and a terrible break-in (5 March 05) - VANDALL INVASION
>>> of
>>> our hopes and consciousness
>>>
>>> (9) The dream the vision was to in-gather the scatta archives (Ja & NYC)
>>> here, try heal them and from this wound of miracle, set up a BUSSA
>>> CENTRE for
>>> us all - enough peace & space & beauty surpassing any other in the
>>> world - in
>>> a small sacred bless - to build a place to live to love, a place for the
>>> LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA, a conference room, performance outdoor places,
>>> chalets
>>> for writers, artists - that kind of possible dream - because we had the
>>> dream
>>> we had the space we had the means - destroyed by my own Govt - w/out
>>> DISCUSSION - and digging us down and STRANGLING the holy past &
>>> constellation
>>> flute & future of this place - the egrets gone because the cattle gone.
>>> the
>>> woo doves mourn. I itch from deconstruction cement dust
>>>
>>> I cannot even die here now. no strength to even burn myself upon this
>>> pasture
>>> as I want to do. As I still may. Because my love, whe else is there to
>>> go, to
>>> try to build again at 75? tho I not beggin for your sympathy - tho that
>>> good
>>> too - I askin you to LISSEN . one mo Emmerton. xcep unlike the Mighty
>>> Gabby
>>> song which sing & say far more than any prose I prose can say, me na
>>> give up.
>>> me nvva will accept unrighteousness, If this was SandlyLane wd we be
>>> treated
>>> so? again today the tractors wheel an thump. I can't accept to so
>>> unfairly go
>>>
>>>
>>> p/s I'm being told that all this is too late - that time & the tide has
>>> pass
>>> me by - not enuff effort too late! if that be so, let me then at least
>>> hope
>>> that you will allow at least my faint words - faintly heard now on the
>>> pasture - be at least a verbal memorial to mark the graveyard of this
>>> place
>
>
>





and the other thing, and the other

poetry workshop

Also, about yesterday. It's probably clear that my heart is with the process-poets, those who are more interested in generating poetic material than in writing perfect gems. But of course I also appreciate those poets who refine their work. And I'm beginning to understand what Ashbery means when he says that he now edits his work as he writes it; the longer you write, the more you can anticipate where you're going, and know why you want to get there.

For those of you most drawn to the refiners of craft, I don't ask that you become process-poets, but that you entertain the notion that manipulating language in advance of meaning (as Mohammad does) offers possibilities for fresh uses of language, fresh ideas about the world.

I am very skeptical of the notion that any language comes from within, as we are so utterly saturated by the language that comes to us from media, from books, from friends, from advertising. So the key is to find a way to use the pre-existing language honestly (honestly does not always mean easily, or clearly, either). How we do this is up to us, but there are many possible ways to do it.

Enough pontificating. I gather the new German pope will be doing plenty of that.

aloha, Susan

Monday, April 18, 2005

What I should have said about I

poetry workshop

What I should have said to Lauren when she said she liked the "me" in her poem is that "me" is not me in a poem when you use the pronoun "I." In other words, the I in a poem inevitably refers to more than a single person--especially when that person is someone you don't know. Poets like Bernadette Mayer and Frank O'Hara use the "I" very casually indeed, but still it can't (quite) be equated with them. In a poem like Lauren's the weight placed on the "I" is hard for it to bear, which _is_ what I was saying in class.

So Lauren--try to rewrite the poem without the "I," perhaps. Or write it from the perspective of various I/eyes...I also like your "me," but your "I" is far more problematic, when it's in a poem, anyway.

My Cards scored 9 runs in the 9th, so thanks for the good luck!

aloha, Susan

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Re: KB Audio

Keith-
Laura figured it out, not me, so I can't be totally helpful. But I know she played it after saving it to Itunes. Burning it to CD might be another option. Hope that helps!
Eve

Saturday, April 16, 2005

brathwaite audio

poetry workshop

try here, Keith:

http://factoryschool.org/content/sounds/havanaglen.html

and then follow the google brick road for a while...

sms

Friday, April 15, 2005

Flarfists!!!

Thanks for your insights Keith. And thanks to the class for participating so much. You crazy flarfists you! I too found myself understanding and enjoying the poems in __Deer Head Nation__ more after engaging in flarf myself. There’s nothing like convicting society with their own words and even sometimes admitting that we are Them (or at least a part of it, sometimes. Not all the time. Or we wouldn’t think it nearly as funny). I can understand what you’re getting at with regard to the product vs. process question because the anger is often left under the surface. But my feeling is that’s pretty intentional for a couple of reasons. One is that extreme, irrational anger is another facet of contemporary society to be mocked in these poems because its often red-neckish or sensationalistic as in Larry King saying “fufill the pact, maggot! face him!” in “Keep Honking, I’m Reloading.” Another reason might be that being hit over the head with too much anger on the surface would detract from the tone of bewilderment at and the irony of the situations. Humor seems vital to making the points of these poems more acceptable and palatable yet more insidious. It lowers our defenses, whereas often anger raises them. Yet it also makes the horror more horrifying.
Thanks,
Eve

reading reminder

poetry workshop

Sorry if this is redundant, but I can't remember anything any more, so why should I expect anyone else to either?


Just a reminder that this Saturday, April 16, at 2 p.m. in the courtyard
of the Hawai`i State Library there will be a reading under the umbrella
of Tinfish Press by

Anne Kennedy, author of _Sing-Song_, Auckland UP
Sherman Souther, author of _Surgical Bru-ez_, forthcoming from Tinfish
Caroline Sinavaiana, author of _Alchemies of Distance_, Tinfish/Subpress
Robert Sullivan, _Captain Cook in the Underworld_, Auckland UP
Susan M. Schultz, _And then something happened_, Salt

Please join us!

aloha, Susan

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

lauren's question

poetry workshop
Lauren--I think we may have covered this when you were absent. It's a case of making whatever object you wish to make as a container for your poems. With the proper software, or with paste-ups, which we can attempt in class as a dry run, you can make a nice chapbook for very little moolah. And yes, Kinkos does good work, though I recommend an out of the way Kinkos like the one on Ala Moana or in Kaneohe, where I know they do good work.
aloha, S

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

more beginnings and endings

poetry workshop

I wasn't sure what the effect was of yesterday's read-around (first lines, last lines, titles).

But one way to make yourselves aware of all these elements is to do one or all of the following:

--write a poem composed only of first lines
--write a poem composed of last lines
--write a poem composed of titles

Obviously, this can be fictional. But another way to write such a poem is to do a portmanteau. That is, take other poets' first lines and restitch them to make a poem, or take titles or last lines. Find a poet with a behemoth volume, go the first lines section and steal away! Or find good first lines and only use the last lines...

Anyway, thanks also for reminding me of how utterly odd Wallace Stevens could be (as Julia kept calling out those oddities).

aloha, Susan

more chapbooking

poetry workshop

I sense a discomfort in some of you over the finality of the chapbook. "But our styles are changing," you say, or "I want to work harder on my poems, and I don't like those I've written." So let me amend my earlier comments on your chapbooks thusly:

--If you want to write new poems, you may write up to 3. I still want 7 revised poems in the chapbook. Quite frankly, I'm less concerned with getting perfect poems than with your doing the work of revision, which is crucial to poetry writing (even for poets who are not fiendish revisers). As John Ashbery once said, he learned how to revise in his head _as_ he wrote poems. Well, in order to learn that skill, you need to know how to revise in the first place. You can only internalize what has first been external; what starts as work turns quickly into play. Or serious play.

--If you want to do a meta-chapbook, that might also work. What do I mean? If you want to take the poems you've written not as finished objects, but as material to be worked on, do so. If you want to do operations on your work, or experiments with it--transform your poems into a chapbook-length collage, that would be fine. But there does need to be purpose to your play. If you cut-out, don't cut-up, if you know what I mean. As Eve and Laura noted, flarf may sound frivolous, but's its quite political, at least in Kasey's rendering of it.

Don't worry too much that your poetry is changing, that you can't find a solid anchor, that your poetics statement now sounds quaint, if it does. The process of becoming a poet, or more accurately, of writing poems, is one that lasts longer than any semester course. The point you've arrived at when you finish your chapbook, is not the point you'll be at in 10 years. That's fine. If it were otherwise, I'd begin to worry!

I want you to leave the course with the sense that poetry is various, and that it matters.

Anyway, enjoy this last month of the semester. I know I am, despite the fatigue.

aloha, Susan

Sunday, April 10, 2005

no office hours this wednesday

poetry workshop

The timing is bad, I know, but I have a book deadline on the 19th, so I will need to use Wednesday to work at home on the dreaded index.

If you'd like to see me tomorrow, Monday, please let me know ASAP.

aloha, Susan

Saturday, April 09, 2005

The Joy of Flarf

Hi Everyone,
Laura and I have a very interactive presentation planed on K. Silem Mohammad’s Deer Head Nation, some of which has to do with exploring the strengths and joys of creating Flarf, so I just wanted to recapitulate a little bit of background on Flarf for you all. As was mentioned on the blog when Mohammad replied to our questions, he describes flarfy poems as ones that are “built on absurd or irrelevant juxtapositions of sometimes scurrilous found material.” It all began with poet Gary Sullivan sending in the worst, most offensive poem he could imagine to a poetry contest scam, Poetry.com, and having it accepted. Thus, Sullivan was inspired to rephrase the William Blake motto picked up in the beat generation “First thought, best thought,” to “Worst thought, best thought.” He also defines it as “wrong. UnPC, out of control and ‘not ok.’” But I think a lot of this is fairly self-denigrating stuff that masks the interesting juxtapositions that come out of the process. After all, there’s something wonderful about a poem in which Moby and Ms. Manners can appear in the same poem, as they do in “Morning in America.” Flarf started out when poets on a mailing list began to incorporate chat room dialogue and spam into their poems and later evolved into the technique Mohammad used for most of Deer Head Nation. And, of course, the eventual desire of some to name it a concept/movement rather than a useful compositional technique tends to take away some of its charm and has prompted KSM to write “There is no such thing as Flarf. Useless to declare that now!” His technique was to set Google’s advanced search option at 100 results per page and then searched for a combination of search terms with a goal of getting 20-100 results. He wanted to have enough to have some material to work with but little enough to keep an uncommonness in the combination of terms—also termed hyperjuxtapositionality. Twin towers + cupcake, for example. Then he cut and pasted the page into Word and deleted the color text, the URLs and any language he found to be uninteresting. The process involved a lot of polishing and obsessing, but he has said he doesn’t necessarily have a clear picture in mind before hand of what the finished product will look like. Among other things, this process results in a lot of interesting cultural and political juxtapositions as well as a lot of humor. In a review of Deer Head Nation Sullivan notes a goal of Flarf as “fus[ing] poetics with the semiotics of amateur-media drenched contemporary reality,” which I thought was a pretty succinct way of putting it. Whether or not you end up appreciating what comes out of this technique or not, I think you have to agree that the juxtapositions of the flarfist can bring to light some amazing social ironies that are pretty difficult to achieve when just sitting down with pen, paper, and your brain. Will the helpfulness of Google ever end? Don’t forget to think about the significance of the title in your blogs, should you feel so inspired (Thanks Bill!). Here’s a big hint—check out the poem “Deer Head.” You might also want to consider political implications of various poems.
Thanks,
Eve



Friday, April 08, 2005

A worthy talk

poetry workshop


The Filipino and Philippine Language Program presents

Benilda Santos, poet, critic, author, and professor (Ateneno de Manila
University)

"Philippine Feminist Literature"

Thursday, April 14 at the Center for Korean Studies Auditorium

3:00-4:30 presentation 4:30-5:30 public forum and reception.

This event is co-sponsored by the English Department, Center for
Southeast Asian Studies, Center for Philippine Studies, Department of
Hawaiian and Indo-Pacific Languages and Literatures, and the Korean
Studies Center.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Ted Kooser

poetry workshop

OK, class, your assignment is to re-write Ted Kooser's poem as a poem by either Linh Dinh or Kasey Mohammad! (Joke, but you'll see what I mean.)

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=10125&poem=98626

Beware the wandering graphics.

Susan

genealogy of flarf

poetry workshop

See http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/bernstein/syllabi/readings/flarf.html

for an extensive dicussion of flarf, with many examples thereof.

Susan

Monday, April 04, 2005

Dinh and Workshops

I’m smitten for Linh Dinh’s poetry….ever since I picked up Empties Out, I’m all about spreading the wealth with anyone willing to listen. What I really admire about this book of poems is Dinh’s use of language—it totally blows my mind and expands my vocabulary…. who knew words like splathe, obloid, and lugubrious could be used in poems so effectively….in fact, who knew words like that existed? certainly not me. …Dinh makes me feel like a lazy, ignorant American…cuz he can definitely kick my ass at vocabulary….but rather than feeling depressed about it, it serves a positive purpose in that it is both enlightening and definitely inspiring….so inspiring, in fact, that I’ve included “pigs” and “pubis” in my latest poem, influenced in some ways by Dinh…and I can’t get enough of it! If Linh Dinh were a fad, he’d be like slap bracelets and I’d have them on each wrist, baby…

On Workshops:
I too agree with a lot of what everyone has said about the positive effects of workshops: it’s definitely (or at least should be) a safe place where writers can get critical and positive feedback in regards to their writing and it’s also a place of learning, not a place for diatribe….the only slightly negative aspect of a workshop that I can think of is the feeling that there could be “too many cooks in the kitchen”…although I’ve honestly never really had that feeling before. I mean, workshopping seems to be related to tutoring in one aspect: I constantly remind my tutees that I’m merely giving suggestions, not telling them what to do and it’s up to them to decide whether they will take the advice or leave it….and that’s kinda what workshops can provide: suggestions…whether an individual takes those suggestions is up to them…. after all, they’ve got the authority and the last say in their creations.

peace!
julia

class business

Damn! I just lost a post.

Camille Paglia! What would we do without her! She's like a papal
bull all by herself. Perhaps she is full of papal bull!

We are on the downslope (if not slippery...) of the semester, so you should be thinking
about your final project, namely a chapbook of your work (or the
equivalent, webpage, mailbox, whatevaz). This chap should include
most, if not all, of the poems you've written--and rewritten--for this
class. You may also include documents, emails, photos, whatever
else contributes to the whole. Please write a 1-2 page introduction to
your work, as well.

A chapbook generally includes the following:

--cover, with title
--title page, with copyright, title of the book, name of the author, press name.
--dedication?
--table of contents
--poems
--author bio?

I'll be happy to show you some models from which to work.

aloha, Susan

Sunday, April 03, 2005

KSM: Response to Questions

Hi Everybody--Kasey Mohammad here. Thanks for inviting me to this forum. This is in response to Laura and Eve's questions.


1) Is all of the poetry in Deer Head Nation "flarf"?

It's flarf in the sense that all the poems were first posted on the flarf e-mail group that I participate in with several other poets, and that they were all composed using the Google collage method that I began using as a result of being in that group, adapting techniques used by Drew Gardner and Gary Sullivan for their poems. The poems are also often very "flarfy" generally, in that they are built on absurd or irreverent juxtapositions of sometimes scurrilous found material. Like other members of the group, however, I tend to make a loose distinction between "pure" or "hard" flarf, which is sometimes (though not necessarily always) played much more for laughs, and the perhaps more ambitious stuff that engaging in that practice frees me up to write. Though there are certainly plenty of hard-flarf elements in DHN, I guess--especially in poems like "Keep Honking, I'm Reloading," or generally in the use of misspelled words and even non-verbal characters.


2) What do you feel that flarf does that other forms of poetry don't do? Why do you use it?

As I just mentioned, for me, flarf provided a freeing-up, both of the poetic materials and the compositional attitude. In this way it's not really that new a thing; the sense of permission-giving it involves is very much akin to the Blakean/Beat dictum "First thought, best thought." Or, as Gary Sullivan rephrased it for flarf purposes, "Worst thought, best thought." Flarf started as a game Gary played to see how bad a poem he could get past the entry page at Poetry.Com (try it), and it quickly became obvious that the frontiers of badness were limitless, so he (and we) just decided to run with it. I'm still running because I feel that there are still new things to be done with it, though I may eventually feel that I'm running in place and switch to some other mode of composition.


3) Can you talk specifically about the process of flarfing? Do you use only the Google results short blurbs or do you go into the website?

The former. I begin by setting Google's "advanced search" option at 100 results per page, and then inserting some combination of search terms with the goal of getting anywhere from 20-100 results: enough to have enough material to work with, but few enough to preserve a certain sense of uncommonness in the combination of terms. I then just cut-and-paste the result page into MS Word and start whittling away at it. I start by removing all color text and URLS, etc., using search-and-replace to get rid of unwanted characters like ellipses (unless I decide to use them, as in some of the DHN poems, and just generally getting rid of language I don't find interesting. It can actually be a prolonged, obsessive process of shaping and polishing, though I don't necessarily have a clear image in mind beforehand of what the finished product should look like. (By the way, the Google-collaging came after the initial formulation of "flarf," which gradually began to incorporate bits of chat-room dialogue, spam, etc., in addition to more free-form verbal diarrhea.)


4) I have listened to you on the internet reading from Deer Head Nation at the University of Buffalo, and understand that the punctuation in "Hey Boo Boo" is meant to look like an American flag, but can you explain the punctuation in say, "Mars Needs Terrorists" and "False/Vodoun Democracy?"


Again, the use of serial ellipses in "Deer Head Suite" and other pieces in DHN comes directly out of what showed up on the Google search result pages. Through messing around, I came up with a search-and-replace that changed the spaces before ellipses into a paragraph return, which produced what I thought was an elegant pattern, and I began to tweak that a bit. The colons and other characters you mention in other poems are a variation on that: bits of "junk" text that I use mainly for ornamental value, or that I felt looked graphically suggestive, as in the case of the "flag." I can't think of any specific iconic significance of the punctuation in "Mars" and "Democracy."


5) In addition, I saw the poetry (the message or idea behind the poetry) more clearly after listening to your reading. Can you speak about performance of your poetry? Do you think performance enhances your poetry, as it did for my reading of it? You do a great Yogi Bear voice by the way.

At the particular reading you mention, I had about a 103 degree temperature, so I'm surprised I was able to make any articulate sounds at all. I cringe when I play it back and hear my attempt at a Yogi voice, but thank you! All I can think of to say about this is that I enjoy reading, and that the poems in DHN are fun to "perform." Sometimes I use a toy plastic voice-changer (settings: spaceman, alien, robot) at readings to attempt the equivalent of the distortions provided by the colons and ellipses, etc.


6) Can you speak a little bit about the politics of your poetry? What drives your poetry politically and how does flarf help your message(s)?

The flarf is the message, baby! But seriously, what drives my poetry politically is the same thing that drives every other aspect of my political conscious, underdeveloped as it is: my visceral feelings of outrage, fear, dread, disgust, absurd amusement, and so on. Flarf feels like a good vehicle for me because it's noisy, chaotic, uncomfortable, ridiculous. To quote Gary again, "not OK." This has got to be the most not-OK political period so far in human history, and it calls for a poetry, if any poetry is relevant in such conditions, that maximizes its acknowledgment of that.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Workshop

My feeling on workshops is that they are often more helpful than harmful. It can be really valuable to have a community of writers where you can take your poem and get reactions to it. Often ideas come up that I never would have thought of without the alchemy of the group, and, of course, it is helpful to hear what elements of the poem may not be coming across. I don’t know if this is true for anyone else, but sometimes I find myself a little too close to a poem when it is new, and showing it to others helps me distance myself from it and see it through my audience’s eyes. It is also inspiring to hear others poems and to hear of their struggles and successes. I agree with what Cliff was saying about valuing the opinions of others in the workshop, after all, we are there to help each other. In the workshops I have been in, the most successful seemed to be ones in which there was a balance between the macro (what’s at stake in the poem) and the micro (punctuation issues, etc.) as well as a balance between noting what works in a poem and what might still need developing. After all, the macro and the micro, what’s at stake and the craft, are inextricably linked together on many levels. You can’t have one without the other, though I agree that what’s at stake can often be more interesting to talk about.
Thanks,
Eve