Excerpt from my westward tapes

But the thing is art is something you work to create, but also it takes work to enjoy the work, you have to know some things, you have to be able to follow what’s going on. It’s way easier to turn the television on, where you don’t have to know anything. You don’t even have to watch last week’s episode because they run it through for you at the beginning of the next one, like a trailer, in a quick two minutes. Instant-gratification. That’s what it’s all about, that’s what our whole culture is all about. And certainly art isn’t instantly-gratifying, it’s more rewarding process and it certainly has more meaning than whatever national network decides to put on primetime TV. But the thing is, people in general aren’t going to care about it, and you have to start out as an artist knowing that, and you have to just do your art, regardless. And if nobody pays attention and you die an old man or old woman and your work is piled up on the shelves of your one bedroom apartment, then fuck it, that’s not so bad, skyscrapers aren’t gonna last anyway.

Reading a Ben Mirov Poem

 

Reading a poem from Ben Mirov’s “Ghost Machine” titled “UMMM Machine”.

Present woes + books I ordered (video)

Dorothea Lasky’s “Poetry is not a Project”

Poetry is not a Project
Dorothea Lasky

The main point of Lasky’s “PinaP” is that projects hurt, and are hurting, poetry. For those of you that do not know, a poetic ‘project’ as Lasky might define it (though she is reluctant to define anything thoroughly in”PinaP”) is basically a group (series/book) of poems that are governed by a premeditated concept. Lasky makes it clear that some projects are ok (Mayer, French Surrealists, Flarf…etc), but because “the poems were the most important part of the whole thing”, which she argues is not the case with most contemporary “projects”. Lasky is implying that contemporary poetic projects are wasteful and ultimately distract both reader and audience from getting to any poems that have (any/the most?) value.

 

Ultimately Lasky is right, but she doesn’t solidify herself enough. In conjunction with Lasky’s assertions, I would argue that poetic “projects” are arbitrary in every way and are in place for two very important reasons:

1)      Talking about a project is very scientific sounding, it allows people to sound as though they know what they are talking about. Though Lasky says “Poets and Scientists are similar…there is a distinction”. I think that distinction is, scientists collect empirical data, rationalize it, analyze it, and then make a statement about it. Lasky (and I agree) explains that a poet takes the external world, internalizes it, then gets subsumed by the universal. Their final products are different; a scientific theory articulates something about how the world functions, while a poem has no real boundary on what it can/cannot do, in fact, you could say that a poem is one of the only objects in our culture that hasn’t been totally devoured by capitalistic intentions. That said the “project” is very academic way to show that poems have a purpose/intention and are valuable to some degree. After all, a department of creative writing would be a hard thing to get funding for if everybody went around rallying for the arbitrariness of poems.

 

2)      The unknown scares people, if a poem does not have a limit/definition, people get scared. It is because they do not understand it. How many people have you talked to that have said “oh poetry, I just don’t get it”?  And you try to explain to them that there is nothing “to get”, but that only confuses them more. Projects help a person (especially one not familiar with poetry) to rationalize better what is going on. I’m not trying to say that poets are smarter and wiser than everybody else, I’m just saying that genesis is important (and if you don’t believe me, why do you think so many people actually believe Creationism?). Some people need an origin, which is fine.

 

But this is what Lasky is talking about, that poems do not need a project, they need life. Where they originated from is not nearly as important as what they say. When she says “Poetry…is the very life of the poet…It is the poem and the poet together who create what we might talk about as intention within a poem. When what it is really is not intention, but life”. This is the very heart of what Lasky is discussing. Poems should not be bound by logic, because logic kills poems. Imagine if Jackson Pollock measured out and planned every stroke and color in an action painting, it wouldn’t work. He’d be too constrained to get to the real action of action painting. The same is true for poems. By limiting what you can put into the poem (or how to put it in) you are also limiting what your reader can get out of the poem. The poem loses its dimension and definition, which ultimately leads to bad poems.

 

That said I really enjoyed Lasky’s Poetry is not a Project because as true as it is, it also tries not to offend (though I could see a certain style poets getting offended by it). Lasky isn’t trying to make enemies, after all:

“Because poems, the way they are created and the way they exist, can, in a small way, remind the world of what’s still possible. Conceding to a faulty model of these rare chances of creation is a small concession…Instead of conceding, let’s make a party poets. And let’s have everyone join us there”.

 

(This is more of a fleshing out of my own ideas through Lasky’s PinaP. I enjoyed the book a lot, but I found it made me throw a lot of ideas, so this is less a review and more of a fleshing out. But check it out, it’s good. It makes you think. Also I’m glad somebody young within the academy realized how flawed the “project” and conversation about projects is).

i typed this in an aim conversation a few years ago

i don’t want to view poetry the same way a business man views making progress reports

i was thinking too

(i think a lot about the theory of poetry, but i never write it down…i think maybe because i don’t want to commit to it…i want it to be susceptible to change)

anyway

in study of lit

we talked about literature (or all of art) adapting the jargon structure of science

as in

the same way we talk about science we must talk about art

but i think that’s wrong

because art, no matter what art you want to talk about, never created the atomic bomb, or biological warfare

i do not think art should be discussed like science in any manner

because art’s purpose is to defend us against all that terrible garbage humanity has lined up for us

and i think, no matter what artist, they have some understanding of this

because…the rest of the world is moving one way, and the artist is moving counter to that

though the art itself may not reflect it in any way

the artist however is always a revolutionary figure

thoughts like that…are why i don’t write every day…because having a thought like that is just as good as writing a poem

new poem 1.21.2010

1.21.10

the smoke slowly moves around me

at my desk, my apartment, pint of rum

dylan’s Blonde On Blonde,

my body aches partly because you are not here
partly because

I’m intolerable to the world

OR

the world’s an intolerable place

I react the only way I can

least it seems so

yes, that’s it.

Kendra Grant Malone’s Everything is Quiet

After reading KGM’s Everything is Quiet I instantly thought of a Dylan lyric “Till she sees finally that she’s like all the rest, with her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls”. Malone’s book is unapologetic, she isn’t fishing for sympathy or pity for her actions/observations that readers may not agree with. Malone, a confessional 20-something is just that, there is no pretense, or difficulty, or technical show-boating. And this is what makes this book as good as it is. Malone’s poems, like her, do not try to be something they’re not.

Everything is Quiet is captivating because we get Malone herself, how she places herself in the world, her actions, her guilt, her inquiry. Descartes would call her a ‘thinking thing’ and St. Vincent Millay would be proud. She describes her existence honestly, bare boned and brutal. Malone shows us how horrible it is to exist, and how easy it is to be indifferent towards others, while trying so hard to be good to herself and others. Many people might have problem with Malone’s character, but that’s what makes the book engaging. It is REAL. And by real I mean believable. Even if her poems are complete lies we still want to believe them because we, as readers, know this is generally how people exist in the world around them.

Everything is Quiet is a book for the staunch existentialist, young rebellious women (though who says they have to be young?), or an avid Bukowski fan (who would notice the similarities in style). When I finished this book I couldn’t judge Malone; It’s possible to take a shot at her and say she doesn’t understand or care about the consequences, but she has to. The title of the collection alludes to this. These poems could’ve come out of the solitude she experienced following the experiences behind the poems. These poems are subtly guilt-ridden though they might not always speak to it directly. Everything is Quiet is Kendra Grant Malone coming to terms with herself and the world. This is a book that spits in the face of the technical or intellectual or multicultural or classical or academic or didactic, it is all that it is without trying to be anything else. There needs to be more poets and more books of poems like this, because a poet being honest and relatable is probably the biggest risk one can take.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

 

I remember reading something about Dylan’s evolution moved towards Tom Waits while Tom Waits moved towards him. I’m not sure how true that is for Waits, but I can really hear the Waits influence in this tune. And to think, this is Dylan’s 2009 release!

I’ve been listening to Blonde on Blonde a lot lately, but I can’t wait to give this album a listen.

Recently Received (video edition)

new poem – Orpheus 1.3.2011

there are factions devoted to you

and your looking back, your unwillingness

shattering the split seconds

where you watched your only want

wane back and disappear

as ghost among ghosts

as a memory

that takes the time slowly

fading to the recesses

and though you remake it

it is not new or whole

but a replica of a replica

shedding itself uncontrollably

*****Spicer talks a lot about the Orpheus/Eurydice myth, and countless others have written/discussed it, but I figured why not

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