7.09.2009

another book in the series is autobiography of an aspiring saint, Cecilia Ferrazi, who was an ecstatic who had stigmata and perhaps some other sort of something, maybe not anorexia, maybe some sort of ulcer

she was of low social class but rose in status by taking in orphaned girls; her older sister, who was the one the family afforded to enter the convent, got off better;

this rise in class and lack of cloistering was as threatening as her use of faith alone to approach god, just as using the bible alone was equally bad during the reformation period

the life of a holy person is not an autobiography, it follows a prescribed form, where one is born, a child, and then marries christ; after than a number of miracles and visions occur, but are related in no order

[I've written somewhere -- maybe just in poetry? -- about the heresy book being about forced writing, fraught writing, collaborative w., dictation unreliably recorded, etc. -- a DIALOGUE]

is all confession a dialogue? what about the troubled monologue? for memory/writing as memory -- future readers read as memory

sanctity being a pun: holy/saint -- sanctification

pretense, affectation, simulation -- not possible w/o a standard and audience

not the devil, but they themselves were responsible for their faults: different from the witch craze -- god didn't communicate with oridinary people or many women -- another elitism
ok, now what I was really going to note, which is I am reading some books in the u of c the other voice in early modernism series.

the complete writings of an italian heretic is really only the surviving writings by olympia morata

giraldus, On the Poets of Our Time: to look up, but he wrote mostly about celtic music?????

Pasquinade refers to an anonymous lampoon, whether in verse[1] or in prose. Pasquin (Italian Pasquino, Latin Pasquillus) was the name ordinary Romans gave to a battered ancient statue (from a Hellenistic-style group, probably of the 3rd century BC) dug up in the course of paving the Parione district and erected at the corner of Piazza di Pasquino and Palazzo Braschi, on the west side of Piazza Navona in 1501,[2] by Cardinal Oliviero Carafa, who inadvertently gave the statue its first voice, by originating an annual ceremony, the first in 1501, for Saint Mark's Day, April 25. The marble torso was draped in a toga, and epigrams in Latin were attached to it.

very much like Jena Osman's statue project, this making a statue speak rather than gaze

Calcagigni, poet, but also

elitist to suggest that perhaps that the masses aren't really prepared to interpret the bible all that well

chastity of learned women

marriage as the destination for a learned woman = protestant
cloister = catholic

muslim?
I was going to post about some reading last night, but then read two blog snippets, Sina's to Kenneth Goldsmith's at poetry re: flarf & conceptual poetry

1) flarf could be fragmentary, open (a la secret kitty, which I wrote as a critique of flark, including this aspect), but it is not, because the poetics is essentially conservative, and demonstrates meter -- and other poetry trad. -- ghosting, haunting more, and more deliberately (DEAR HEAD NATION, ROUGE STATE) than even other poems by the same people

It is also sort of disappointing that no one has critically commented about the store display & vending machine poems in VAUXHALL, which are found sound and visual poems, or about Aisle or my strip mall signs and poems, which are far more pointed than Robert Fitterman's Directory, which basically reports the banality of brands in an mall, rather than looking at the cacophony of signs meant for all -- even, in the case of candy -- those who can't yet read.

2) Elisa Gabbert: dress as costume is interesting and good, and while women use it this way more than men, and men have tried to control this (& of course many other things) thru sumptuary laws, etc., but true fashion is different from costume. it is also different from fashion week and the fashion aspect of the clothing industry. Fashion, unlike costume or dress, is a creative cultural product. Barthes is only an itty bitty right.