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Sunday, November 24th, 2013
Early poetry from Bolaño and comrade infras. I'm now reading and translating Hiram Barrios' fantastic essay on Infrarealism from Cuadrivio.net, Visitando al infrarrealismo.
posted morning of November 24th, 2013: Respond
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Sunday, November 17th, 2013
What a fantastic prompt this is, from Breytenbach's Intimate Stranger: "Poetry is fishing for memories in time." Reckon I'll go drop a line in the murky waters...
posted morning of November 17th, 2013: 1 response
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Saturday, November 16th, 2013
The other day upon the stair
I met a boy who didn't care.
Again today he didn't care.
And by the way, his name's Pierre.
posted evening of November 16th, 2013: Respond
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Friday, November 15th, 2013
Jeremy Osner
Los sueños más extraños, los
que uno no recuerda
(ni ha nunca podido recordar
ni pide que los recuerde), de esos mismos
indescriptibles
se componen los arquetipos
que en la imaginación
se van siempre confluyendo
hasta formar la imagen del mundo
que uno la concibe y percibe
que uno en sus pasos la lleva
dÃa por dÃa:
mientras se mueve
se está en viva.
No se pueden realmente
describir, no en terminos
humanos.
posted evening of November 15th, 2013: Respond
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Thursday, November 14th, 2013
unresponsive like this inky page before you
like your heavy-lidded gaze
framing the text.
unresponsive
like the blankness of the page that I approach,
like ash to the flame.
insensate reality.
luxurious islands
of syntax and semantics
floating on the page beneath you
gaze out
upon this scintillating jungle
of sensibility
posted evening of November 14th, 2013: 2 responses
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Tuesday, November 12th, 2013
by Jeremy Osner
But why not just sit silent a moment
without words.
But why not pay close attention
to the timing of your statements.
But why not count backwards
to onehundred from seventythree
but using letters
not digits.
But why not deem yourself
unworthy
of being taken seriously
and play the fool. Alas, poor Yorick
I knew him, Horatio. A man's
got to know his limitations
Briggs. But why not switch
forever back and forth between the two.
But why not alienate
the very people
whose support you most depend on. Send them
back to me, I'll try to make you whole.
But why not tell me then
you can't have forgotten already again
come on. But why not
listen
just a minute
to the street now as we walk
its shifting melodies and humming
swarms of insects in the grass
and on the trees.
But why not try to relate
this ambient cloud of noise
creative destruction
of silence
to the ideas you've been trying
to get across, so why not listen
to the moral core
of the cicadas' ceaseless roar.
But why not listen to the cicadas' roar
and the thin shrill whine
of creeping hearing loss
beyond language in mazes
and repetition.
But why not tangle yourself delighted
in these strictures and obstructions
and obligations
make concrete these abstractions
forge an idiom
one you alone will ever
understand. But why not admit
you just don't know
or at last
give a damn.
posted evening of November 12th, 2013: 1 response
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Monday, November 11th, 2013
Jeremy Osner
No tengo ni Dulcinea
ni Beatrice
lloró
el poeta solitario
y no pudo recordar
cual cosa sea
musa.
No Dulcinea have I
nor Beatrice
wept
the lonesome poet
and he could not recall
what thing is
"muse."
posted evening of November 11th, 2013: Respond
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Saturday, November second, 2013
A pull-quote for Analogies for Time -- from Meredith Sue Willis' wonderful review: -- A small digital book of excellent poems... A wonderful meditation on time and how we swim and float in it: "Think of time as a river of events/think of time simply as a river...." and of course as the analogy gets increasingly concrete, things fall apart and reform. It ends with a celebration of being in the moment. I must say I am impressed and humbled and heartened! by the number of people that seem to "get where I'm coming from" with this poetry. Thanks.
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Friday, November first, 2013
One from the archives -- here are me and John a few years back --
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