Spendy learns about poetry and luke and woops and benny and jenks help teach him things

[kid charlemagne]

there are a couple i see early february that i will prepare for..... i also see one in brooklyn next thursday i might go to and try doing this one fully memorized, or might try and write a new one by then

 

[luka]

She wanted a piece of you kid.

 

[sus]

yes sorry i think i was speaking low maybe out of nervousness.... i did go and read it.... admittedly i did read off my phone for bits, but i enunciated well and looked up and at the people seated.... i went last and everyone applauded after.... but as i was leaving this lady i had never seen before, but was sitting a few seats next to me, grabbed my arm and told me that i did great and that shes always enjoyed my work and that she hopes i come back.... i said thank you, but i was very struck because i'd never seen her in my life, maybe she was just being nice, but it was encouraging....

Did you shag then?

 

[kid charlemagne]

NO IT WAS SOME OLD LADY!!!!

 

[0bleak]

you're ageist?

 

[luka]

I think less of the kid now I know he harbours this vile prejudice

 

[0bleak]

she just might have turned the kid's world inside-out

 

[0bleak]

the kid's a pretty handsome guy, actually - i have no idea why he's not out there making bank

 

[sus]

Chronomicro-metering of hazard. Control. Cybernetics. The poem as a mechanism regulating itself: feed-back. Faster communication (problems of functionality and structure implied) endows the poem with a positive value and guides its own making.

 

[sus]

Assuming that the historical cycle of
verse (as formal-rhythmical unit) is closed, concrete poetry begins by being aware of graphic
space as structural agent. Qualified space: space-time structure instead of mere linear-
temporistical development. Hence the importance of ideogram concept, either in its general sense
of spatial or visual syntax, or in its special sense (Fenollosa/Pound) of method of composition
based on direct-analogical, not logical-discursive juxtaposition of elements. “ll faut que notre
intelligence s’habitue à comprendre synthético-idéographiquement au lieu de analytico –
discursivement” (Apollinaire). Eisenstein: ideogram and montage.

 

[sus]

Total renunciation of the voice. Total renunciation of the hand fingers pen. Only printed page exists.

 

[sus]

https://monoskop.org/images/1/13/Ward_Dana_Some_Other_Deaths_of_Bas_Jan_Ader_2013.pdf

 

[sus]

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through

I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.

Ashberry

 

[sus]

Listening to this



and thinking about the tape deck clicks, like Capt Beefheart on Orange Claw Hammer

sense of tempo and tag

A rhythmic intro

 

[sus]

"And you may find yourself..." (Once in a Lifetime) had this

"Mabel, I said" (Peli's Amerikkkka) has this

Tags that are like stems for each leaf of a branch and tree

"In a world where...." (90s preview)

"Time has told me..." (Nick Drake)

 

[sus]

Diane,

"Diane—1600 hours—Old Lodge—two eggs with coffee and sweetbread, $7.60. Walked the town today. The locals seem to keep to themselves. Loose lips sink ships, and these people are fishers."

You could write anything this way

 

[0bleak]

I was shanghaied by a high-hat beaver mustache man and his pirate friend
I woke up in vomit 'n beer in a banana bin

 

[luka]

Diane,

"Diane—1600 hours—Old Lodge—two eggs with coffee and sweetbread, $7.60. Walked the town today. The locals seem to keep to themselves. Loose lips sink ships, and these people are fishers."

You could write anything this way

It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don’t know the people who will feed me

 

[sus]

A Day on the Big Branch

Still half drunk, after a night at cards, with the grey dawn taking us unaware among our guilty kings and queens, we drove far North in the morning, winners, losers, to a stream in the high hills, to climb up to a place one of us knew, with some vague view of cutting losses or consolidating gains…

www.poetryfoundation.org

What you think @Benny Bunter I really like. Doesn't feel artless but feels plain and clear in a lovely way. Like Tony Hoagland but more consistent and less colloquial

 

[Benny Bunter]

A Day on the Big Branch

Still half drunk, after a night at cards, with the grey dawn taking us unaware among our guilty kings and queens, we drove far North in the morning, winners, losers, to a stream in the high hills, to climb up to a place one of us knew, with some vague view of cutting losses or consolidating gains…

www.poetryfoundation.org

What you think @Benny Bunter I really like. Doesn't feel artless but feels plain and clear in a lovely way. Like Tony Hoagland but more consistent and less colloquial

Yeah, I enjoyed that. Never heard of him before.