Infinite Difference as "an active and decisive intervention"

Richard Owens comments on the anthology and its possible roles on his blog, Damn the Caesars.

More happiness of the Normal variety, 13 April 2010

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Matt and his little sister Sara

Josslyn--what a face!

Josslyn and Sara

Where is she going?

Sara on the crocodile seesaw I bought the kids about ten years ago--

the best thirty dollars I've ever spent

Far more mischievous than she looks!

A day in the life--Saturday, 10 April in Normal, Illinois

A day with many of my nieces and nephews. Click on any picture to enlarge it.

Austin, Brandon and Matthew

Andrew--always in motion

Sara and Austin

Lindsey and Kaylee

Alex, Justin and Mario (admittedly neither a niece nor nephew)

Katie Ford's Colosseum (Graywolf, 2008)

I've been awed by the work of a poet new to me, Katie Ford, whose second collection, Colosseum, I came across in New York. Here are some choice passages.

If it is as Socrates says,

that locusts were human

until they heard the song of the world

and, so captured, forgot

to eat and drink and died--

and if it's true the gods

took pity on the dead

enough to resurrect them

into ashen singing things--

then, so too, our songs

will have to be plagues.

last stanzas of "Beirut"

I threw tarps over a life

and never could they reach--

still hastily I gathered

tarps more rare by the hour

in the city of nothing to spare.

from "Rarely"

Disaster

eats what there is. It is

biblical: sit at the table of another

country, you must eat

what is set before you

They didn't know they were in another country

until they were left living.

from "Fish Market"

We were hardly vessels

what we took in could not be

and so we spat it out as dogs spit out

the wretched fish the only meat

the opening stanzas of "Vessel"

for when there is no storm

there is this stormed body

to keep alive in its solitary room

outside of which the snow is falling

one of us at a time.

the last lines of "Snow"

Look at the belief I can't live by, how it didn't follow

but was here before me like the fields of tall, planted cane

where anything can be hidden. I think this is

what we get when we ask to be saved:

a land where everything grows, and there are many killings.

the last lines of "What We Get"

All the films we saw there, their reels melting, the rows

where lovers went because they knew

or didn't know, it doesn't matter,

that watching the same story

could make them closer.

from "Coliseum Theater"

I listened to hymns and asked so much of them they quieted

like a body that withers when it feels itself

clung to.

*

Evidence being that which screams its moment--

one need not even look.

from "Raised Voice"

and when those who populate your life return

to their curtained rooms and lie down without you,

you are alone, you

are quarry.

from "Colosseum"

As for the tarpan it shall be for you.

A reckoning so slow you aren't even frightened.

the last stanza of "Earth"

The Book Depository has Colosseum for a discounted price with free worldwide shipping.

The Whitney Museum of American Art, second selection

A few more artists whose work intrigued me:

Aurel Schmidt's intriguing painting addressing consumerism and masculinity. There's a larger image of the work on her wiki

Kate Gilmore's (feminist) video performance. Read about it on her page at the Whitney and view it here. Other films are available on her website.

Moving on to the abstract, there are Suzan Frecon's paintings. There's an apt review of a 2005 exhibition on the New York Times website.

I'll post a final selection in a few days.

Barbara Guest's Miniatures and Other Poems (Wesleyan UP, 2002)

NB: Often the spacing here is not consistent with the spacing in the book. If you're enticed by these passages, please read it yourself.

Earth has gala momentum.

"Shabby Boat"

In the past we listened to photographs. They heard our voice speak. Alice, active. What had been distance was memory.

*

The old camera refused to penetrate the unknown. Its heart was soft, unreliable.

from "Photographs"

Sound lays the structure. Sound leaks into the future.

last line of "Sound and Structure"

Opened the entrance door,

and make-believe arrived with a doll on its surface

*

Lived not for pleasure, to hear the cry

in a small coil

of ice.

And heard through the oak panel—,

amazing to listen to speech by way of adulthood.

To articulate velvet,

without noise or spectacle

*

the sorrow of falling

into an historical position

*

Lived not for pleasure, to hear the harp-like

cry in a coil,

to live in an eccentric balloon.

from "Pathos"

An attempt to get beyond the arrangement,

the vibration of a peculiar touch.

*

A hint of what was going to be.

Covering and uncovering necessary.

Self pouring out of cloudedness.

from "Blurred Edge"

Advanced Book Exchange has a handful of secondhand copies of Miniatures for sale at good prices.

National Poetry Month, day 7

It's day seven, and I have seven poems--how about you?

Catherine Wagner's Macular Hole (Fence, 2004)

It's hard to excerpt from these poems as many work holistically; that is, individual passages often gain resonance because of their placement and so don't convey that power standing alone. Nonetheless, here's a sample.

I'm not stupidly assailed by moonlight

I'm an example, an experimental

Attempt to assess how a kid of my talents

Responds when she's given the life that I was

I'm the control and experiment bothly

you'll never get a result out of me

*

I'm total I'm all I'm absorbed in this meatcake

If I did all I could you'd shut up/be glad

Like fingers of a hand we all act as one

and aren't always needed, aren't needed as all

from "I'm total I'm all I'm absorbed in this meatcake"

Sleep for a long time and a thrust of activity: log rolling, fall off a skyscraper,

phenomenologues, cigarettes, korn, seeding herpes lip to lip.

Why LSD in the seventies, why coke in the eighties,

why Ecstasy in the nineties, why Ritalin.

To bolster the wandering mind; to bolster the wandering heart

to bolster the glamor; to glamor the wander.

The glamorous self and its story: no can do.

last 7 of 9 lines of "The divinity of man"

A day like a thing on a fork it arrives

from "A bash, and I wanna look good"

I call on creatures

Living in the sky today

I adjure you

Emerge and dive your wings and bodies

Prevail across the scary light

Cavernous several light

from "Song: Scary several light"

The prisoner is time, or my sense of it.

A great suction fattens

on my trés rich hours.

*

He can have vines because I can't drink wine

while I'm breastfeeding.

Tyrant. Asleep and saying huu,

fantastic waxen kicking

figurine, like a kick in the head, little

fat bag, a good drug

I see more of the

him in.

from "Perfect love"

Why was I writing so

much? Because I was impressed, & saddled up & ridden.

from "Imitating"

It's like we'll be together forever

so why should we talk. It's like parents.

As looking at yellow mountains

against blue sky. They're flaming

and it is your eyes.

last two stanzas of "Resume, face"

Macular Hole can be purchased from The Book Depository, with free worldwide shipping.

A few artists from the Whitney, part 1

Today I visited the Whitney Museum of American Art and encountered the work of numerous artists previously unknown to me. I thought I'd mention here those whose art interested me most, in several sets.

First, these disturbing, intriguing portraits by Storm Tharp.

Then Robert Williams' paintings combining techniques of comic books, surrealism, etc.

The most powerful work of this set and perhaps of all I'll mention is Nina Berman's photographs of Marine Sergeant Ty Ziegel, severely disfigured in Iraq, in the days leading up to and including his wedding.

And so National Poetry Month begins

and fortuitously, I'm off to New York City, a place that makes me feel keenly alive. Five poems in five days in Manhattan? Let's go!