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Listen, this process called poetry is an exercise in imagining memory, and then having that memory snare and cherish imagination.

Breyten Breytenbach


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Saturday, May 31st, 2014

far out!

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Monday, May 26th, 2014

Quiero ser Varamo

I could swear I've read the first pages of Varamo before now. Possibly a long excerpt was posted on somebody's blog? They dovetail way too closely for comfort with my own fantasy life...

Un día de 1923, en la ciudad de Colón (Panamá), un escribiente de tercera salía del Ministerio donde cumplía funciones, al terminar su jornada de trabajo, después de pasar por la Caja para cobrar su sueldo, porque era el último día hábil del mes. En el lapso que fue entre ese momento y el amanecer del día siguiente, unas diez o doce horas después, escribió un largo poema, completo desde la decisión de escribirlo hasta el punto final, tras el cual no habría agregados ni enmiendas....

posted afternoon of May 26th, 2014: 1 response
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variations

Over time, working at the Branch Library, I came to think of all books as just misprinted editions of Moby-Dick. Carol told me she felt the same way.
Shaenon K. Garrity has written the only (non-graphic*) "Library of Babel" fanfic that will ever need to be written.

* There is certainly still room for a "Library of Babel" graphic novel. Make with the infinite libraries, cartoonists!

posted afternoon of May 26th, 2014: Respond
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Sunday, May 25th, 2014

things

Some asemic poetry from Volodymyr Bilyk:

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Friday, May 16th, 2014

Intenciones extendidas

El poemario es cosa física!

posted afternoon of May 16th, 2014: 2 responses
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Saturday, May third, 2014

A different kind of asemic writing

The final canto of Altazor is sui generis. It is "asemic" -- it communicates a text without using an established language.

CANTO VII

Al aia aia
ia ia ia aia ui
Tralalí
Lali lalá
Aruaru
urulario
Lalilá
Rimbibolam lam lam
Uiaya zollonario
lalilá
Monlutrella monluztrella
lalolú
Montresol y mandotrina
Ai ai
Montesur en lasurido
Montesol
Lusponsedo solinario
Aururaro ulisamento lalilá
Ylarca murllonía
Hormajauma marijauda
Mitradente
Mitrapausa
Mitralonga
Matrisola
matriola
Olamina olasica lalilá
Isonauta
Olandera uruaro
Ia ia campanuso compasedo
Tralalá
Aí ai mareciente y eternauta
Redontella tallerendo lucenario
Ia ia
Laribamba
Larimbambamplanerella
Laribambamositerella
Leiramombaririlanla
lirilam
Ai i a
Temporía
Ai ai aia
Ululayu
lulayu
layu yu
Ululayu
ulayu
ayu yu
Lunatando
Sensorida e infimento
Ululayo ululamento
Plegasuena
Cantasorio ululaciente
Oraneva yu yu yo
Tempovío
Infilero e infinauta zurrosía
Jaurinario ururayú
Montañendo oraranía
Arorasía ululacente
Semperiva
ivarisa tarirá
Campanudio lalalí
Auriciento auronida
Lalalí
Io ia
iiio
Ai a i a a i i i i o ia
Here is Juan Ángel Italiano reading it:

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Génesis

por J Osner

Antes
de mandarle al Agua
que sea agua
ni a la Tierra que sea tierra
ni tampoco a la luz
y la oscuridad que se separen
debe hacer creador el Fuego
y lo dejar
Arder.

posted afternoon of May third, 2014: Respond
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Monday's Lunch

Tunes in the mail today! Check it out:

posted morning of May third, 2014: 1 response
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la Universidad Desconocida: week 2

I presented my chapbook of biblical verse, and got good notes. Primarily -- I should keep my poems short and intense, and resonant; anchor the ideas in imagery; and surprise the reader. The favorite was "Esquéleto":

Esquéleto

Esto son mis huesos
desnudos; vestilos
en carne, inspirámelo
el Espíritu a mí.
Planteá Vos la sembra espiritual
que crezca y florezca profecía
derramámelo
fornicámelo
que sueñe yo los sueños
de iluminación
Readings for next week are Latin American vanguard poems, a beautiful selection (which somehow manages to omit Pasos and Cuadras).

posted morning of May third, 2014: 1 response
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Sunday, April 27th, 2014

Para hacer retrato de un alondro del cielo

Para hacer retrato de un alondro del cielo

por J Osner
Piensa primero una jaula
con la puerta abierta
--Jacques Prévert
pero la alondra no se deja captar, tampoco en la jaula cantará
ni en el lienzo del pintor; ni
en la página blanca del poeta. Los silbidos trinantes
de mid-80's video games
se oyen encima del campo
y se desvanecen; fugaces
como toda hermosa

posted afternoon of April 27th, 2014: 1 response
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