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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52087922011-07-08T05:25:33.417-04:00P=o=l=i=s==is==e=y=e=sOnce upon a time: Commentary about Community. Poetry & Lives Lived. Broadly Defined. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Contact me at <a href="mailto:jcgloucester@hotmail.com">jcgloucester@hotmail.com</a>Mr. J. Cooknoreply@blogger.comBlogger1361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5208792.post-74745571224537884362009-06-16T19:27:00.002-04:002009-06-16T19:31:57.563-04:00

Bloomsday.Bay's Dieu.Blazes the Don.Dunce blues.Boom delay.Dunn's Blake.Doom play.

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Words to investigate:furnitureportpsychogeographicpsychographicaleatorywickedhellagistgestgeistgoodnighttraumnightmarehorsehandsauroraaubadeauralprocessual

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Welcome.*The Twelfth Night whirligig wrapped a run at GHS last night. Well fooled.*Now trying to keep Gloucester unchartered.Amen to this. Read & you will know where I'll be Thursday afternoon.*Songs for today: "Straight to Hell" & "Fairytale of New York".*Picked up Rancho Wierdo by Laura Chester in Lowell Friday. Stories of the west (ahem, the West) from the Amazon(.com). Or, as another put it.

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Currently Reading...White Chappell, Scarlet Tracings, Iain SinclairParish Krewes, Micah BallardTwelfth Night, William Shakespeare

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Aimé Césaire has died.from NOTEBOOK OF A RETURN TO THE NATIVE LANDby Aimé CésaireDeath traces a shining circleabove this mandeath stars softly above his headdeath breathes, crazed, in the ripenedcane field of his armsdeath gallops in the prison likea white horsedeath gleams in the dark like theeyes of a catdeath hiccups like water under the Keysdeath is struck birddeath wanesdeath flickersdeath

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Samuel James Cornish, my mentor at Emerson College and the first of the Sams after whom my son is named, has been named Boston's first poet laureate.(I snagged the image from ChickenBones: A Journal. See the photo & read from Sam's poem & prose memoir 1935 by clicking here.)

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"You took my dreams from mewhen I first found you.I kept them with me, babe.I packed them with my own.Can't make it all alone;I've built my dreams around you."Kirsty MacColl died seven years ago yesterday. (I was reading an article about the controversy over the BBC's threat to fade out "slut" and "faggot". Then a tickling in the back of the brain reminded me that Kirsty died just before

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I couldn't help but notice that the roof was caving in.It wasn't a dream.It was neither here nor there and it was here and there.Ashes were in the air.The cows were in the meadow lying fast asleepin another century.A tissue, a tissue we all get up again before flyinginto less than ourselves.& you call this a community? Of what, solipsists &blind men? Or worse?

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I need to spend more time with poetry. Period.& not just because of what you said in my dream last night.

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Limitations are defining; that is, deafening.On and onAnd then it's over.*Spiderthreads make taut patterns that collapse in rain.Piano keys in a pattern we play patterns on. Language likewise.The anniversary passed with little notice. Nostalgia is easy in fall. Harder elsetime.Spiders go to work in the wee hours and are kings of new kingdoms by morning.We watched it all. Kept records. Annotated

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Eons have passed and you don't look a day.*The Bumptious Bump of Gloucester Paramilitary Politics Reached the Public News Media*She said she was feeding animals. Later she said they all had hands.*Never forget: the hate us for our freedom.*Princesses always help their moms & the castle is working.*Today I will set about poking out the eyes of every rock dove I've ever written. But not until the

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Discussions of interest:A commons or a market?*****Poet as folk-artist: here (July 10, 11, 12) and here and here and here (July 11) and here and so on.

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Oh, okay, here I am. This looks familiar."That door."I point."Yes, that one. Walk in. And shut the door behind you."Locked. Only one way out now.***This summer I've read _Wide Sargasso Sea_ (immediate entry into my personal cannon, grazing in that part of my mind's country also inhabited by _Under the Volcano_ and _Ulysses_ and her _Good Morning, Midnight_ one hill over from Emily Dickinson's

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The blog format works against a chronological reading of the Ireland Journal. For chronology read Part One the Part Two etc. *New York (3/17-3/18) & San Francisco (4/17-4/21) Journals still to come*Been reading Alice Notley's Mysteries of Small Houses . One answer to the problem of maintaining both a narrative and the Dickinsonian sense of having the top one's head taken off by poetry.

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TRAVEL BLOG PART FOUR2/21 from Dublin outInterviews w/ theatre actresses. One on the tele. Two on the radio. Three in one morning....heading SE out of Dublin.Hours in midday in an Irish traffic jam on the N7. [Everywhere we go people know about it. Infamous.]Two off ramps w/o route numbers. No chance for an alternate route. Listen to RTE 1. Lots of talk about car accidents & the ways to stop them

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TRAVEL BLOG PART THREE[back to Dun Laoghaire theatre February 20th, 2006 (Juno and the Paycock)...]Mom tells son about O'Casey's later plays. They check their phones. Mom asks him what she's done wrong. "Have I gone too far." She's talking about the phone.The girl now to my left eats ice cream off a stick. My feeling is this crowd might stand up and walk out or shout down the actors if the play's

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This from John Landry:Poetry Bookshop Changes HandsThe Grolier Poetry Book Shop in Harvard Square, the oldest poetry bookstore in the United States, is about to change hands for the second time in eight decades, Publishers Weekly reported. The influential store, opened in 1927 and a favorite of poets including E. E. Cummings, T. S. Eliot and Marianne Moore, has been sold to Ifeanyi Ment iki, a

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PROCRASTINATIONFrom "Clip-On Tie: The Diary of a New York Art Museum Security Guard"Dance, Devox, DanceJennifer Moxley, "Invective Verse"Octopus Magazine

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TRAVEL BLOG PART TWO2/20 Dun LaoghaireAlways check what's going on in town wherever you travel. Checking over the brochures downstairs at a B & B in Dun Laoghaire south of Dublin I find announcements for the local theatre. Currently running? Juno & the Paycock for 15 Euros. I had it swapped 'round in my mind momentarily with Shadow of a Gunman my favorite O'Casey but even when my momentary thrill

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Belle & Sebastian at Avalon (Boston, MA) February 28, 2006

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Aaron.

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Joe.

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TRAVEL BLOG PART ONE(transcribed from a 4 1/2 IN x 3 1/4 IN notebook w/ small changes)2/19 GALWAY Looking for...Poets in Charlie Byrne's bookstoreMaurice ScullyGeoffrey SquiresCatherine Walsh Billy MillsRandolph HealyTrevor JoyceAustin ClarkeThomas Kinsella's WormwoodEight swings & misses.Go to Mullingar for music. Closed.Head for a drink at the Blue Note on West William. Take a look. Walk on. No

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Events I'll miss while in Ireland...Sam Cornish Retrospective Author(s): Sam CornishCategory: ReadingDate: Feb 22, 2006Time: 7:00 P.M.Location: The Zora Neale Hurston Literary CenterAddress: Simmons College300 The FenwayBoston, MASomeone please report on this for me...*Feb 25: Sam Witt & Keith Waldropat P.A.'s Lounge, 345 Somerville Ave. in Somerville, Mass.Reading begins at 5:30

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finally it has all come to this which is no way to begin at the beginning takes a specific knowledge of what is involved & what is not is what we've come here to discuss why else would you be here no one else is who you think you are special unique which cannot be more or less but a simple state like concepts in a row that help people understand the transitions between things there is a long flat

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We begin talking when left alone.We talk about the burden of talking & about how our talking is different from other talking.Other talking is mere talking. Our talking is an experience. Our talking is Whiteheadian in method. Our talking is free jazz. Our talking consumes its own metaphors. What has their talking ever done? Now that I think of it what has your talking ever done? So I should say my

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The notebooks are skinnydipping on the web.The notebooks want to confess. To you.The notebooks want to be read & they want to disavow their contents. The notebooks want it both ways.The notebooks are plugs & outlets.The notebooks will not keep their mouths (i.e. covers) shut.The notebooks insult your intelligence.The notebooks could fall into the wrong hands. You'd love that. Wouldn't you? Admit

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{Revised}I jotted down all but a few lines of the following lines during interstices in yesterday's Joe Torra/Jim Dunn reading outside Toast in the Aspen shade of Union Square, Somerville. When I got to school this morning I found out a former student (one I know well) was in a bad car accident over the weekend...Carland Tortureso much potential death& then it happenswha'ppen?Bars & suturesKeepin

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Themes in LiteratureNo, really it's true. That wasn't just to say so.*Go ahead. Come on... Just this once. It's all I ask. Do you really have anything better to do?*You've got two choices: laugh or cry. O.K. three: laugh and/or cry.*herethengone*& in the end*"What is this quintessence of dust?"*It's what dust does between the parentheses.*"The rest is silence."

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Misreadings of Hamlet are preferable to an oral history in which a mother is proud of her sons for fighting in Iraq, fighting to avenge the attacks of 9/11. I get angry at & on behalf of ignorance. Mother has nightmares about her sons. I've had nightmares about my brother. My brother, in one dream, returns from Iraq only to be stabbed in a poolhall in Ohio. His attacker later appears at a family

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My work is a bubble burst long ago.My work doesn't.My work begins at 7:30 but I arrive between half six and seven.My work es mi trabajo.My work es mis obras maestras.My work coughs and sputters like the malfuctioning automaton in all those sci-fi shows I watched evenings and weekends as a kid.My work is a body. The body is over seven feet tall. This allows me extra space to work on the body. I'm

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imagine my surprise what have you been up to and then the stampede the going over the coming under the several instances of heartbreak and failure to recognize the circumstances the blossoms the blossoms the blossoms are not what we wanted them to be so hold on to exterior signs as subterranean currents turn awry the name is action the pale cast of thought includes the guy from the movie the

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For Love MutationIt wishes they would come untrue.Echo of only up yours: stumbleinto the confessional. They're mind-less to say anything. It's all reruns.Speaking of the devil, causticdrivel repairs its own love. Woodenether not the moon but pretentious.Finally, what is it can't standalone. Stadium pain. Minor repairsin the infrastructure that it had tobut just couldn't transplant. Companyman

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CHANGES INSIDE STARSWith complete attention he *took hold of* C.R.'s question. He rolled it over. Looked at the belly of it. Considered it. Then answered. The answer was more sincere than it needed to be. The question was loaded, had an agenda. (What question doesn't? How gullible do you think we are?) He knew the question had an agenda but answered through it. Not in spite of it. But *by way of

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People are having fun with poems but I'm not.People are fighting with weapons and without but I'm not.People are dead or are near death but I'm not.People are investigating the phrase "near death" but I'm not.People are making things happen in a proactive manner but I'm not.People are getting their shit together but I'm not.People are fed up but I'm not.People are thinking before speaking but I'm

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The rest of this...The rest of this was over before it began.The rest of this is from the part of the dream you forgot.The rest of this is incommensurate with your exqusite taste in word play.The rest of this has a curfew.The rest of this is taking Friday off to shop at the Mall of America.The rest of this aspires to be the Mall of America.The rest of this suddenly cries for no particular

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In case you were wondering...Two sick adults, one healthy baby.The Grave of Fireflies is a sad film.Garden State is a bad film.If one of the two sick adults becomes unsick that one hopes to join the protest on the Commons tomorrow...I love walking down the middle of streets but I do not like people shouting things I do not agree with in a human parade in which I'm a participant. But I do like

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This is a response to a chart at http://attenuation.net/files/iq.htm Hmmm... I think the attenuation.net IQ table is a bit strange. Haven't left-leaning folks been saying for years that IQ tests are culturally biased? Now that it's convenient we're citing them as proof that people who voted for Bush are stupider than people who voted for Kerry? Seems to me that you can't have it both ways. & if

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It is no longer early. But it will soon be early again. This is the way of gyres. ~ Christ's arrival : Babe Ruth's departure :: the rough beast's arrival : Nomar Garciapara's departure ~ In the poem solve for x. If x is given you are not reading a poem. ~ Curt Schilling should stick to pitching. Sox owners support Kerry, though it seems John Henry has previously given to Republicans. See:

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More Lists: TIME 3 hrs. 20 min. 3 hrs. 15 min. 4 hrs. 20 min. 5 hrs. 2 min. 5 hrs. 49 min. ... ... 7:05am 6:50am 6:40am 5:30pm 5:30pm 4:00pm 13 days 29 years, 242 days 4 years, or 4 more years

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October 14 Lists Abigail AbbyAis bAbigirl Baby Grail Abigrail Ironstonewhirlygig [Cried] Utopian Politics Poems of Paul Celan (trans. Felstiner) The American Poetry Wax Museum student personal essays Lord of the Flies Made in Texas poetry manuscripts half a tuna sub w/ pickles & hots from Mike's three taquitos a nuts, chocolate chips, and dried cherries trail mix sumatra coffee (reheated in

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"& what will I do with you; pink & blue, true gold, nine days old." John Darnielle (The Mountain Goats) This is Abby Ais' ninth day! ~ Is anyone out there doing anti-Bush/pro-Kerry political action in Southern NH? Now is the time methinks. & NH is probably the only place someone from MA can make a real difference. Any information? Any ideas? Baby Bush & the Neocons cannot win. ~ Thank you to

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[Revised post] It lives! If I haven't called you back yet...I will...soon. I wrote this for Abigail Faulkner Aisling Cook [note the first "i" in "Aisling"; it's what gives the name its "sh" sound: ASH-ling] before I knew--at least for certain (more on that later) if she were a boy or (as my nephew sez) grail. For Little Whomever Who Missed the DNC & the zig zags say, Look at all the squares

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The Cooks' Big Move Starring (in order of appearance) Amanda Katherynn Cook Richard Lambert Porter's minivan Gerrit Yates Lansing Kenneth Thomas Michael Cook (& truck) Patrick Doud Corey Grammas' truck Greg Cook (no relation) Paul Joseph Cook Louise Ann Cook Xtina Strong Mike County Tina Celona Matt Celona ...(& truck) Christopher Brandon Rizzo Ben Webster Thank you all!

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Introduction Never Given Poets past and present show up frequently in Dan Bouchard's work. I couldn't resist clipping the following from "A Private History of Books": "Rare book dealers are the landlords of literature. Ron Silliman I think is conscious of this price goughing and someone told me he doesn't sign books but he did for me once in Philadelphia when I came from Boston to hear him

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Visit the Yuriverse at livejournal.com. We New Englanders only have Yuri for a few days more. SanFranwhammy beckons. He has a new quartet up. I plan to spend some time with these poems this week. Something in them that strikes a nerve--the not-so-funny bone--as we get ready to move house here in Gloucester, but something more to them too. ~ Bought Brenda Iijima's Spacious (last copy there) & the

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1. Grab the nearest book. 2. Open the book to page 23. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions. (from stephanieyoung.durationpress.com via www.----------0----------.blogspot.com) Hamlet (Bantam, 1988) OPHELIA My lord, he hath importuned me with love In honorable fashion. *** Robert Potts on JH Prynne in the on-line Guardian

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from Prelude [by Haitian poet Rene {acute accent over the final "e"} Depestre, translated by Joan Dayan] 1 ... And like the black pastor who stirs up The still living ashes of his church I stir up the legends of my life I will not build any new temples I blow up my fear I explode my biology In a rain of stars upon your heads I have come to stuff your dogs with straw I have come to stuff your

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Trolling for talk about "Ash Wednesday" the Christian holy day & the Eliot poem I found this: flambingo neither use nor ornament « terror preparations | Main | tiny robot army » March 05, 2003 ash wednesday Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (

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No More Ice Floes in the Annisquam ~ of interest: “Swinging doors,” “Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy son, Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darkend” [Jerusalem 4:12] and “medial periods,” “But Oothoon is not so. a virgin fill’d with virgin fancies” [Visions 6:21] in Blake. Thanks Mary Lynn

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A Thaw ~ Hi, Mick! ~ This was sent to me by Patrick Doud: "U.S. soccer team hears Osama chants in Mexico Associated Press Feb. 6, 2004 12:30 PM ZAPOPAN, Mexico - The Mexican crowd hooted "The Star-Spangled Banner." It booed U.S. goals. It chanted "Osama! Osama! Osama!" as U.S. players left the field with a 2-0 victory. And that was in a game against Canada on Thursday before just 1,500 people

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There has been a chill in the heart of the polis for weeks. ~ from George Bowering on the Buffalo Poetics List: The language is much larger, much older and much stronger than I will ever be. That is a reason for profound respect. If it lets me talk about a recipe for beef stew, I am thankful. If it lets me venture into the kind of experience that poetry is for, my eyes are wide open like those of

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Borrowed {names of lenders w/held} James Joyce (biography), Edna O'Brien I Am Trying to Break Your Heart (a film), Sam Jones Beautiful Shirt (poems), Donald Revell Midwinter Day (poems), Bernadette Meyer As in T As in Tether (poems), David Bromige One Block Over (poems), Tenny Nathanson The Miseries Of Poetry (poems), {ahem} Alexandra Papaditsas and Kent Johnson Vertical Elegies 5: The Section

Mr. J. Cooknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5208792.post-1071179171738906152003-12-11T16:46:00.000-05:002003-12-11T16:48:44.076-05:00

Chris Rizzo at "In Place of Chairs" comments on lines, especially it seems the relationship between syntax and rhythm. ~ Sound and sense that old high school poetry text book. ~ Mike County has broken his blog's mold. I will break mine. Aaron Tieger at fishblog linked to a mixed tape site. There I found this: "Songs (that if all were fair, even and right with the world would be) in the top 40"

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Greg Cook (no relation) on line breaks in his comics: "I had always read through lines of poetry until I heard you folks reading in your halting manner. What struck me is how this might be used to accent or change the meaning of lines. How you break the lines, I find, can also be used to emphasize multiple meanings in words. I've since adopted something of this in my comics, much to the

Mr. J. Cooknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5208792.post-1070313606429956622003-12-01T16:20:00.000-05:002003-12-01T16:21:10.093-05:00

S. A. T. U. R. D. A. Y Night LINES Today Ron Silliman & Dale Smith weigh in on the problem of the line. Some poets from the Northampton-metroBoston-Gloucester triangle had a related chat at the Commander in Cambridge, MA after terrific readings by David Perry, Mike County, and Nick Piombino at Wordsworth Saturday night. At the Commander, I recounted a discussion a friend & I had some years back

Mr. J. Cooknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5208792.post-1069801998873362402003-11-25T18:13:00.000-05:002003-11-25T18:14:03.750-05:00

Oh & about that *new seed* comment yesterday. Amanda thought a *grafting* metaphor might be more appropriate. I argued that it is the latency of *seed* that I was trying to evoke; nevertheless she might be right about *grafting* being a more apt metaphor.

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This correction from Michael Carr: "I write for myself and strangers. The strangers, dear reader, are an afterthought." Thanks. I agree Mick. The strangers *do* indeed make it even better. The last two books I've taught include significant strangers. In Frankenstein, Victor is first introduced as a "stranger" in Walton's letters to his sister. The Beowulf-character is called a "stranger"--and

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Missed Nathaniel Mackey Thursday night. {Since M. County outed me as a soccer coach last week, I should publicly embrace that avocation: Last Thursday I was presenting awards at a soccer banquet. Despite my love for futbol, I'd rather've been at the reading.} from "Song of the Andoumboulou: 20": " I was the what-sayer./Whatever he said I would/ say so what./ Boated whether/ we

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Went to the Cambridge Y last night to hear a panel discussion on subversive theater. Cutting to the quick: it was mostly disappointing in all the usual ways. The right was uselessly caricatured. Critiques led quickly to self-congratulation. Important & interesting distinctions were avoided in the name of solidarity. Panelists talked across and through each other most of evening. I'm glad I went

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from the observation tower of the ghost city {w/ reports from the flesh}: * I am a ghost-ghost. I am not even here. * ...whereas you are there. Aren't you? * There is a children's program on PBS set in "cyperspace". I learned about civics and logic w/ my nephews. Except for its setting, the show is a conventional public television cartoon. * When I stand up and turn around I can see my nephews'

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Have finally made it back. After the Days of the Dead. Were once holy days. Am now wholly dazed. 24 hour grading fest has come to an end. Many books to be read. With a somewhat freer mind. One class to teach before the week's end. I hope to see you soon.

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If one picks the scab that is blogging does one bleed? Up what body does the scab of blogging cover what wound? I hope Karl stops by.

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Today All Saint's Day. Tomorrow All Soul's Day. I know which one's for me. You?

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It was a day to be someone else. Just one day. I envy Karl. The grass is always more interesting on the other side of the fence. Over there it's softer. A good place to sleep. Down the street sharper. Keeps them up nights working on their moon-howling. Here it's brown & patchy. Guess that's not altogether uninteresting. But I'm always tempted to use the green spraypaint. * Amanda & Xtina sat

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Close your eyes. I'm changing.

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Two weeks since last post. That long? Three strong readings last week: thank you George Stanley, Jack Kimball, and Tim Peterson. Heartbreak cliche last Thursday night. These fall days in which I am tired and continually forgetting things I often imagine poetry as an escape. What draws me to certain poetry is the freedom of thought I find therein. Play of the imagination too. & invention. All

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Amanda returns tonight. Touches down in East Boston at 8:56. * Read & discussed Jordan Davis' poem "W" in a Brit Lit class today. "Brit Lit?," you ask. "Yes," I answer. "W" deals (humorously & seriously, I think) w/ many theories about monsters. & in the Brit Lit curriculum here at GHS we teach _Beowulf_, _Grendel_, _Lord of the Flies_, _Frankenstein_ as well "Tyger" & "The Second Coming" (though

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At GHS late grading papers. Would like to hear more about the Friday & Saturday readings at Waterstones from those who were there. New poems from Mr. Bouchard? Was tired & disturbed by the world Saturday. A good day to stay in Gloucester. Sad to miss the poems. In better spirits on Sunday & am glad not to have stayed home. Many thanks to all who made the day. Many thanks to the weather too.

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I realize no one will read this. I realize many have stopped checking this site because of the infrequency of posts. I realize I have bored you one time too many. ~ Don't go to the Independent Christian Church (Unitarian-Universalist) on Saturday September 13 to hear me read poems. Do not walk through the doors at seven for the soundcheck or at seven thirty for the opening act or at eight for

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La Fiesta Mars obscured. Lucy swinging. Pool playing for Columbine. Seamus drumming. Mars is the Milky Way. Jim toca la guitara. Consuming red globes. Didn't greet Mark w/ "Huya" sign. The Milky Way is Mars. Zac sleepy. Salvation Army filled with striped shirts. Freces y chocolate de Ariane. Seven Nation Army is the White Stripes. Is trash dip. 2:30. slan, j.c.

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After visiting Aaron's Fishblog I decided to check out Emerson College's rankings. Here's what I found: Emerson College's Best 351 Colleges Rankings Click on the list name to see all the schools on that list or click the category name to see all the lists in the category. Rank List Category #19 Gay Community Accepted #7 Students Ignore God on a Regular Basis #1 Great College Radio

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Pack. Drive. Stop. Percolator. Portsmouth. Drive. Chinese buffet. Augusta. Drive. Answer. St. Croix, New Brunswick. Drive. Break. Young moose. Drive. Stop. Fredricton. Sleep. Dream. Wake. Drive. Sackville. Talk. Drive. Buy. Essays & Poems. Sackville history. Maps. Paper. Walk. Vegetables. Cheese. Wrap. Coffee. Walk. Library closed. Walk. Book. Drive. Buy. Sackville history. Drive. Amherst Shores,

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This from Christina Strong: Due to a major screw up on the east coast, I can't check my email on my regular account. Please send all love letters, controversies, real and imagined to xtinastrong@yahoo.com. ~ Dreams. Coffee. Granola. Scan Globe. Search for tent. The Who Sell Out. Look at map. Pack for four day Maine & Canadian Maratime trip. Windshield wiper fluid. Imagine {side two}. John

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No Blogging: Some Lists {since last Wednesday}: Gloucester {Annisquam, West Gloucester, Lanesville, East Gloucester, Downtown, Magnolia, points between}, Boston {Allston}, Danvers, Topsfield, Somerville, Salem, Peabody, Mansfield, points between; Amanda, Zac, Gerrit, Simon, Kari, Greg, Mike, Xtina, Mark, Chris, Joel, Dan, Tim, Ariane, Patrick, Tad, Tom, Susan, Susan's mother, Dana, Dino, John,

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I have a few moments before taking the commuter rail to Boston (to see Celtic play Kaunas of Lithuanian in a preliminary European Cup match). As Mike County noted at the Blackburn Tavern(?) on Sunday, riding the rails (& spending the afternoon in a bar) is also a good way to get some reading done. I'm taking... * The Death and Life of Great American Cities (picked up in a book sale that Gerrit

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Bill Corbett's LeSueur review reminded me of this from Ginsberg's "City Midnight Junk Strains//for Frank O'Hara"... "appreciated more and more/a common ear/for our deep gossip." & this from Bill's review in the Phoenix... "{O'Hara's} poems hold you attention the way gossip--meaty, juicy vitamin G--does." & then "Deep gossip is what Joe LeSueur, O'Hara's friend, roommate, and sometime sex

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Hmm... My posts are cloning themselves. ~ Congratulations to Amanda for winning the Dante's Ass prize for this week. As always the selection came down to a coin flip. ~ Aaron asked Mark about the lack of women in our small MetroBoPo scene. Except for linking to Amanda, Christina, and Shin Yu, I'll leave further speculation to others. ~ Poetry discussed on Sunday at the Grand (Union Square

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I reread "The Quietist" & "Introduction to the World" before sleep last night. Had painful dreams. Then had lovely dreams. ~ I'm know leaving the panopticon of the ghost city for the couch at the Grand in Somerville...a soft part of the hard city. slan leat, j.c.

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From the Boston Globe, Tuesday August 29, 2003 Poetry red in tooth and claw AGNIESZKA BISKUP Poems are duking it out in a Darwinian sense on David Rea's website. He's designed a computer program that allows poems to evolve. Starting with 1,000 random words culled fro "Hamlet," "Beowulf," and the "Iliad," among others, his program randomly assembles them to create a short verse. If you visit his

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hmm... I'm having trouble w/ spaces.

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Poem for Friends has been revised. It may reappear under a new title.

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Gata has come home! She told me--in Spanish--that she had spent two days and one night expanding her "ciudad muelle." Gata f she-cat; low-hanging cloud; Madrid woman; (Mex) maid, servant girl; a gatas on all fours, on hands and knees Thought you might like to know. Also... soft: blando adj bland, soft; indulgent; flabby; sensual; cowardly; (ojos {eyes}) tender muelle adj soft, voluptuous

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Amanda has arrived in port. ~ I've gotten rid of only one of the Red Devil adverts above. ~ Solace for a poet after reading Plato's Republic X Plotinus: "We must bear in mind that the arts do not simply imitate the visible but go back to the reasons from which nature comes..." ~ "There's something unwholesome about flying a kite at night." Marge Simpson ~ Visit the kids to read new poems. ~

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{This post has been redacted...} Unfortunate Sport Content {sorry}: The Celtic Football Club. End of Sport Content. Slainte.

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I had forgotten about my weblog for a few days. (My last post--as you can probably see--was :42:54 into Tuesday, nearly 60 hours ago.) In that time I have talked about the ghost city more than I have visited it. Perhaps there's a danger in that too. Thank you Gerrit, Mike, & Mark for returning me to thoughts of the soft city, as I look out of the school window & am mindful of topography &

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Speech at the intersection of soft cities--in my kitchen {& around the pool table} in Gloucester on Saturday at the Grand Cafe in Somerville on Sunday--has sated my desire to write more {for the time being} about Bodas de Sangre. The gossip/arts section of the ghost city's near daily newspaper got scooped by scuttlebutt in the soft city. In other words, the play was brilliant but I'm all talked

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Went to see Bodas de Sangre {Blood Wedding} in Chelsea last night. Amazing. The play was held in Mary O'Malley Park which is on the Mystic River. In the park I watched three futbol matches. Teams played on large boundry-less fields, each trying to hit the truck of a tree (marked by clothes hanging on the boughs. A few players were skilled & fit. Most were one or the other. Few if any fouls were

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New on the blurb blog... This Creeley blurb (of sorts) was sent in by Jim Dunn. Creeley wrote it in response to a war poem by Jim. Thinking of your thoughtful poem, I loved the classic line from Blake -- "Fire delights in its form..." -- which years later a friend told me came from Blake's French Revolution and referred to the gathering mob. But fires are lovely in that dancing as you say.

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This from Mike County in response to my Creeley blurb blog request. Creeley on Bill Berkon's Serenade: "Serenade manages to make a track of immaculate clarity through all the too familiar fogs of habit and human illusion. With generous affection and unflagging wit Bill Berkson never misses a step-or the words that, again, say it all" On Joe Lease's Human Rights: "...is a remarkable

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I read in the Globe yesterday that most Americans want unbiased reporting. The Globe article also said that most Americans want patriotic reporting. Hm. ~ More from Gloucester History: Fear of the French (1692-style) or "Spectral Marauders" Ebenezer Babson & his family reported hearing strange noises. People seemed to be running through their house. No one was there. Later, Babson saw two

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Brian Kim Stefans bringing up the point--a class one?--that time is precious & therefore "reading (not to mention writing) should not be a matter of indifference." Amanda made a similar point in an essay she wrote some years back. Creeley: "I write when no other act is possible." (which is often for some & seldom for others)

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ac, acr Bitter. Bitter. Bitter. Sour. Sour. Sour. I forgot to save a note I just wrote explaining my take on the five exerpts from the Stephen Dunn article. I'll try to recreate them quickly. {Why am I doing this? I realized {after a friend pointed it out to me} that the stats & quotations seemed sour & bitter w/o careful tho't or close reading. I was simply copying & pasting bits of info like

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I liked this from Jordan Davis, especially: "This whole conversation {and poetry criticism and/or critique in general--added by j.c.} would be much improved if we all concentrated a little more on what qualities we share with those we admire/attack, and whether we admire or loathe these qualities in ourselves."

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"Amazon Sales Ranks" for some of the books I am reading or have read recently: The Amerindian Coastline Poem, Fanny Howe N/A {But available for $134.88, though a note on the dealer, Book People, says their books tend to be overpriced.} Hermetic Definition, H.D. 474,052 End to Torment, H.D. 287,495 The New American Poetry, ed. Allen 284,373 Selected Poems, Fanny Howe 279,000 Descent of Alette

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The link to Yoo Doo Right didn't work in my last post. Try the one in the left column. slainte, j.c.

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I've tried to clarify a few things {and fix a few errors} in the post on culture & class that I finished in the wee hours of Sunday morning but was only able to post yesterday. I look forwarded to responses. ~ See "Robin (can't sleep poem)" on Yoo Doo Right. That's how to end a poem! ~ After discovering that each of three books I was reading Saturday were blurbed by Creeley I decided to make

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Thanks to Jim Behrle's encouragement I'm attempting to repost my latest notes on class. Here's to the end of the big post error! {Interesting that the posts are considered big--as in amount of memory used{is memory the right word?}; the posts are not called "long" {the word traditionally {schmaditionally} used to describe a lot of writing}. ~~~~~~~ Culture & Class {Yes, I've created a new topic

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Posted this on the Buffalo Poetics List today in response to a question and statement from Kirby Olson: "Does Gloucester have a poet laureate?" Vincent Ferrini is the poet laureate of Gloucester. "Perhaps it should be on the balloting -- and rival poems published in the papers, so that citizens can choose!" A local bookstore (The Bookstore) campaigned the city council and the mayor to

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