Cozen: we had a good crack at TSE on ILE. I will revive it, for you.
I had serious intentions of starting the Muldoon thread to go seriously at Muldoon. But other things came along, I drifted from Muldoon more quickly than I expected to. But we should still have the thread - when we are ready.
― the pomefox, Sunday, 6 June 2004 14:04 (nineteen years ago) link
― cozen (Cozen), Sunday, 6 June 2004 14:27 (nineteen years ago) link
(My copy cost £3! Only a couple of months after it came out!)
― the pomefox, Sunday, 6 June 2004 15:17 (nineteen years ago) link
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Sunday, 6 June 2004 15:49 (nineteen years ago) link
― cozen (Cozen), Sunday, 6 June 2004 16:06 (nineteen years ago) link
In going from room to room in the dark,I reached out blindly to save my face,But neglected, however lightly, to laceMy fingers and close my arms in an arc.A slim door got in past my guard,And hit me a blow in the head so hardI had my native simile jarred.So people and things don't pair any moreWith what they used to pair with before.
Robert Frost - The Door in the Dark
― bnw (bnw), Monday, 7 June 2004 20:00 (nineteen years ago) link
from the ballad of the lonely masturbator - anne sexton
― lauren (laurenp), Monday, 7 June 2004 20:39 (nineteen years ago) link
― cozen (Cozen), Monday, 7 June 2004 20:47 (nineteen years ago) link
― lauren (laurenp), Monday, 7 June 2004 20:58 (nineteen years ago) link
― cozen (Cozen), Monday, 7 June 2004 21:08 (nineteen years ago) link
― lauren (laurenp), Monday, 7 June 2004 21:10 (nineteen years ago) link
― bnw (bnw), Monday, 7 June 2004 22:56 (nineteen years ago) link
― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 7 June 2004 23:31 (nineteen years ago) link
God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed.As roses, up from ground.Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,now a cliff covered with vines,now a horse being saddled.It hides within these,till one day it cracks them open.
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Tuesday, 8 June 2004 03:12 (nineteen years ago) link
O poplar, you are greatamong the hill-stones,while I perish on the pathamong the crevices of the rocks.
-H.D.
― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 8 June 2004 15:24 (nineteen years ago) link
Who's this moving alive over the moor?
An old man seeking and finding a difficulty.
Has he remembered his compass his spare socksdoes he fully intend going in over his knees off the military track from Okehampton?
keeping his course through the swamp spacesand pulling the distance around his shoulders
the source of the Dart - Cranmere Pool on Dartmoor,seven miles from the nearest road and if it rains, if it thunders suddenlywhere will he shelter looking roundand all that lies to hand is his own bones?
[...]
- Alice Oswald.
― cozen (Cozen), Tuesday, 8 June 2004 19:04 (nineteen years ago) link
[Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89) Spelt from Sibyl’s Leaves]
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 08:26 (nineteen years ago) link
under her dark veil - anna akhmatova
― lauren (laurenp), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 15:28 (nineteen years ago) link
I think his family is so ancient, His heart must still be over on the right, Though I have searched for it before In full swing until it shrank to nothing, Merging with my name, that comes From nowhere, and is ownerless, Like all we can see of the stars.
Now, like them, I lie with my back To him, his chance neighbour, Watching the entrance to the house, But not the house. The long autumn Has scattered its poisonous seeds, So I will have no October child.
- Medbh McGuckian
― cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 15:41 (nineteen years ago) link
This book saved my life.This book takes place on one of the two small tagalong moons of Mars.This book requests its author's absolution, centuries after his death.This book required two of the sultan's largest royal elephants to bear it; this other book fit in a gourd.This book reveals The Secret Name of God, and so its author is on a death list.This is the book I lifted high over my head, intending to smash a roach in my girlfriend's bedroom; instead, my back unsprung, and I toppled painfully into her bed, where I stayed motionless for eight days.This is a "book." That is, an audio cassette. This other "book" is a screen and a microchip. This other "book," the sky.In chapter three of this book, a woman tries explaining her husband's tragically humiliating death to their daughter: reading it is like walking through a wall of setting cement.This book taught me everything about sex.This book is plagiarized.This book is transparent; this book is a codex in Aztec; this book, written by a prisoner, in dung; the wind is turning the leaves of this book: a hill-top olive as thick as a Russian novel.This book is a vivisected frog, and ova its text.[...]
Library -- Albert Goldbarth
― bnw (bnw), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 16:33 (nineteen years ago) link
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 17:28 (nineteen years ago) link
What is D'Agata? Is that a lit mag?
― bnw (bnw), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 17:58 (nineteen years ago) link
― lauren (laurenp), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 18:14 (nineteen years ago) link
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Wednesday, 9 June 2004 19:04 (nineteen years ago) link
Reasons run out and we are ready to play backgammon once again. Come on, I say. I know when I am being watched. Even in the washroom here's a window left unlatched and various small monsters have nipped softly in to take up key positions amongst sunny patches on the walls. Look at the little angels. Chits of demons. Fools and spies. Look at the conclusive way in which their detail lies. One touch would be catastrophe or a whisper to the wise.
- R. F. Langley
― cozen (Cozen), Thursday, 10 June 2004 10:53 (nineteen years ago) link
― cozen (Cozen), Thursday, 10 June 2004 10:54 (nineteen years ago) link
Btw cozen, you asked somewhere else about getting hold of my book. The website for ordering it is broken, but if you send me your address I will post you a free copy - you can send me something of your choice in return if you like :)
rp30@sussex.ac.uk
― Archel (Archel), Thursday, 10 June 2004 11:16 (nineteen years ago) link
― yesabibliophile (yesabibliophile), Thursday, 10 June 2004 15:40 (nineteen years ago) link
...Between melting and freezingThe soul's sap quivers. There is no earth smellOr smell of living thing. This is the spring timeBut not in time's covenant. Now the hedgerowIs blanched for an hour with transitory blossomOf snow, a bloom more suddenThan that of summer, neither budding nor fading,Not in the scheme of generation.Where is the summer, the unimaginableZero summer?...- from Little Gidding
― Archel (Archel), Friday, 11 June 2004 11:48 (nineteen years ago) link
So I had another reading tonight. I read the first 20 minutes of my 4-hour piece as part of this experimental dance/music/poetry deal. So here's the cool part: there were all these kids unexpectedly in the audience. About 7 of them, 8-12 years old. And, it turns out, they really enjoyed my piece. They were all very polite and came up to me to tell me how much they liked it and they said some smart things about the piece (and the other pieces as well). It was great!
― Casuistry (Chris P), Sunday, 13 June 2004 05:44 (nineteen years ago) link
CJD I was plundered by a pirateCJF Describe the pirateCJN She is armedCJP How is she armed?CJS She has long gunsCJW I have no long gunsBLD I am a complete wreck
[Hannah Weiner, from her book "Code Poems", "from the International Code of Signals for the Use of All Nations"]
― Casuistry (Chris P), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 08:24 (nineteen years ago) link
Btw congrats on the reading and the response :)
― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 08:44 (nineteen years ago) link
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did treadThe night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
-- GK Chesterton
― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 11:39 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 12:25 (nineteen years ago) link
from city winter - frank o'hara
― lauren (laurenp), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 16:33 (nineteen years ago) link
I brought Selected O'Hara to Dublin!
― the finefox, Tuesday, 15 June 2004 20:04 (nineteen years ago) link
the snow drifts lowand yet neglects to cover me, and idance just ahead to keep my heart in sight.how like a queen, to seek with jealous eyethe face that flees you, hidden city, whiteswan. there's no art to free me, blinded so.
― lauren (laurenp), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 21:42 (nineteen years ago) link
i want my feet to be bare,i want my face to be shaven, and my heart -you can't plan on the heart, butthe better part of it, my poetry, is open.
― lauren (laurenp), Tuesday, 15 June 2004 21:47 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Wednesday, 16 June 2004 01:05 (nineteen years ago) link
― cozen (Cozen), Thursday, 17 June 2004 18:40 (nineteen years ago) link
:)
― cozen (Cozen), Thursday, 17 June 2004 19:23 (nineteen years ago) link
― tom west (thomp), Thursday, 17 June 2004 23:28 (nineteen years ago) link
― tom west (thomp), Thursday, 17 June 2004 23:30 (nineteen years ago) link
cozen: yay!
― Archel (Archel), Friday, 18 June 2004 07:30 (nineteen years ago) link
You canSINGhere
'Notice in Hell'
HALT'COMMIT ADULTERY
- Edwin Morgan
― cozen (Cozen), Saturday, 19 June 2004 09:42 (nineteen years ago) link
Or maybe think so; the eloquence of meltis however upon me, the path become astream, and I lay that downtrusting the ice to withstand the heat;
- J. H. Prynne (for mark s)
― cozen (Cozen), Sunday, 20 June 2004 13:48 (nineteen years ago) link
that's an amazing phrase.
― lauren (laurenp), Sunday, 20 June 2004 17:53 (nineteen years ago) link
Maybe yes, maybe no; the pattiness of meltis however upon me, the cheese drippingin a stream, and I scream thatno lettuce is cold enough to salve;
― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 21 June 2004 21:13 (nineteen years ago) link
― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 22 June 2004 07:06 (nineteen years ago) link
Forget the clatter of ballistics,The monologue of falling stones,The sharp vectorsAnd the stiff numbered grids.
It's so much more a thing of pliancy, persuasion,Where space might cup itself around a planetLike your palm around a stone,
Where you, yourself the planet,Caught up in some geodesic dream,Might wake to feel it enfold your weightAnd know there is, in fact, no falling.
It is this, and the existence of limits.
- Rebecca Elson
― Archel (Archel), Tuesday, 22 June 2004 07:16 (nineteen years ago) link