8.11.2007

postcards

what order what world
border of what or what
battle of sides
seismic wonderland
cultural
who's native, who cleans up
separates the trash
another original
background
chore

on a battle rock picture, in response to a famous version of american gothic with an african american woman with a mop w/ a poem about crossing the canadian border

8.09.2007

well. maybe this one didn't take long enough but I went to Valery through the palais de chaillot (my postcard) after receiving a travel-book postcard from susan rich with a paris pic -- wondering when I'd get to start using my vintage paris black and white postcrds!

massive
monumental
museum
exposed at night, my dear,
extreme diamonds below
the boat-transport

what dreams spout from ocean.
open sea, open sky

your warm arms around
eyes meet my eyes
modern sun
moon

8.08.2007

I posted this on poetics

a lot of time censorship is winnowing. And winnowing is censorship. A lot of times it is editing. And editing is censorship. A lot of times censorship is translating. Or bringing speech into text -- you know, writing = censorship.

because censorship / writing is related to rigor, an adherence, often detrimental (to new ideas, to ideas themselves) to form, consistency, logic, with a moral / ethical undertone
science and termites

working very slowly on a re-write of an OOD poem called Ware. Realized it is both about software / ahrdware and making and about turtullian and rigor

also still exceptionally slowly on inanna poem which is merged with the identity theft poem/chapbook

back to ware, looking at wikipedia, found

Wigner begins his paper with the belief, common to all those familiar with mathematics, that mathematical concepts have applicability far beyond the context in which they were originally developed. Based on his experience, he says "it is important to point out that the mathematical formulation of the physicist’s often crude experience leads in an uncanny number of cases to an amazingly accurate description of a large class of phenomena." He then invokes the fundamental law of gravitation as an example. Originally used to model freely falling bodies on the surface of the earth, this law was extended on the basis of what Wigner terms "very scanty observations" to describe the motion of the planets, where it "has proved accurate beyond all reasonable expectations."


this is exceptionally stupid. one begins with easily-observable phenomena, like gravity. using those observations, one abstracts a mathematical / symbolic description. one eventually, because of this long attention, finds other phenomena, many not so close at hand, which are surprisingly familiar -- gee, we've got this formula which we now know how to wear/ware. look at those stars in the sky. hey -- lookey, we've made a description that has a more universal application than we realized. some specific things can be universal. now, how about that wheel....

this is no more a showing of a symbolic, abstract, or mathematical universe than it is a showing of how the "mind" works (though it does seem to demonstrate rather amply a way in which belief works)
really wonderful poem from Marjorie Rommel received today, by way of reminderthat fun as slapping together something is, actually giving and receiving a fabulous poem created and made/sent to a very high standard is really what is required

having spent the majority of the day word processing, only to receive at the end of it a new book about women and the new york school -- while I think that the idea that women in general don't pursue their pursuits in ways that lend themselves to grouping into schools is useful, and looking at the absent or abstracted female in the work of homosexual male artists around the time of stonewall is certainly good, I met this book with a feeling of despair -- it is failure that makes grass seem greener

here is answer (of course to next person, not Marjorie)

for you -- you can't see
the other side of this show
and comment on it at once

trees withdraw, nature retreats
from nature; seeds, words
lay dormant,

spring the next lie