Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
you are reading again. reading. reading. you hair in the light like gold thread. the head of a baby goat skinned and powdered. sugared highlight of the bruised fin slid through your teeth like claps.
hollow bottle button brush, hemmed against your lost hand
Thursday, October 26, 2006
I've been interested in public space/ public art poetry -- sidewalk chalk, scraps of paper tied to trees, sand and snow glyphs, graffiti. The type of stuff where the audience is simply those who see/hear/find it.
I also really like stuff made out of trash/refuse.
I am annoyed by the phrase "bringing poetry to the people." There are always more people doing interesting stuff than those who receive or pursue recognition for it. I guess that is obvious, but I hate that the mode of presentation with so many poetry things (especially touring/corporate/institutional things) is like "come hear/read us -- we're poets" as if other/local people are not poets. Or as if poetry could be contained/embodied by an institution or brand.
Moreover, there is the whole question of attention and how attention itself is a sort of currency.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Yesterday, a dear friend came to visit. She was here for a mere 9 hours. We drank champagne and ate grilled cheese and stayed up all night.
Places I want to go: Milwaukee, San Francisco, Seattle. Soon we are going to Annapolis for Dad's 60th birthday.
I have many pieces of poetry mssssss floating around in different folders. I generate and scatter. The harder part is gathering. So much focus and concentration on the sorting, sifting. Somehow this must also be physical. Piles shuffled. bundling sticks.
Things I want do: surf, sew, bake.
Heathers is on Lifetime. Random.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
I love Jessica's FOURSQUARE and Maureen's TINYSIDES. I have this fantasy that they will both create book length anthologies that contain the full run of both. Can you imagine -- all that color and splash and zig-zang language in one volume? What amazing gifts they would make. And what a great way to document exciting publications that, alas, have a very limited run. Of course a book wouldn't be the same as the issues/individual sides themselves...but they are so special. I know loads of people who would really enjoy being able to see/have them even if it wasn't in their original form.
the willful awe
the younger girls pretend
all the way to the ascending
eyelace -- their corsetted steps
along a ruddy line
that stitches into heaven --
is only a sick soaked in ink.
already, we invisible you.
O, Lord -- mister police --
please unloosen the pole
position from which your
shimmy hips mimic teeth --
there's nothing there beyond
a sucking pink. We all think
it's about time you come down.
alley puss – you are counting
my ladder glass, sway
of mineral tubes untied
as your sisters – twin
pencils – pretend
they're old enough, and pretend
the pinion felt
in the cradle sacrum
where the screw slipped
is what they meant to happen
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
is akin to shifting names.
Not an escape, only
an erasing of the besotted lines
that criss and cross like arrow-spines
prickling the wood pulp air –
a cinder-hunt mined for flashbacks (naked
swimming, the lost transistor, a burning car).
Scent of when the wheat grew waist high
and you parted the way.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
traded tools as if their purpose
were to string one skyscraper
to the next, an unholy tight-rope
designed to guide visitors
from hall to airy hall. Without
the tapered trap, the mirror-born
would be left to paper
their footsteps with debris
gathered from the ruins
of ribboned sheets, the shredded
glass of hallowed atria.
Monday, October 09, 2006
|by Brigit Pegeen Kelly|
Listen: there was a goat's head hanging by ropes in a tree.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
I haven't really told you about it here, how the hummingbird visits the vine every morning around eleven, or how the light slides in the front room bright and wide in the afternoon. One weekend there was ash in the air for hours.
all the vines are secret here
Monday, October 02, 2006
Poetry is the most radical form of language, and (often) reviews feel like the most conservative -- motivated by economics and parasitic.This isn't to say that reviews can't be radical (I def think there is potential in the "authorless" review), but ultimately art is the most radical way to evaluate.
But I read lots of reviews/criticisms of pop culture that take gender/feminism(s) into account and -- I have to say -- the availability of feminist critiques of tv shows like Laguna Beach do make me hopeful. Magazines like Bitch don't bill themselves as a "review" of pop culture but rather a "response." Now I'm just thinking out loud here, but a "review" seems to suggest primarily a critique of the content, while "response" suggests an engagement/questioning/assessment of both premise and content. So it's not just about "what happens" on Laguna Beach, but also about why and how the show "laguna beach" exists and what the implications of that premise are. And then that can be compared to a show like "Veronica Mars." Sorry to be going on about TV here, but it's the best example I can come up with right now. At any rate, the "review" as it tends to exist in the NYTBR and other places may be too narrow a form to address what needs to be addressed.
So what I'm wondering is how "a feminist response to poetry culture" might look.
And what is the review culture that would be good for any female poets book?
A few thoughts
- highlighting how individuals do something special is good
- reporting "what happens" when we read/listen/look/touch as opposed to placing whatever
we read/listen/look/touch is into some linear, historical context is good.
-reviews that are not tied to buying and selling are good
also, to what extent might "poetry culture" be different from academic culture, AND to what extent has academic/AWP poetry culture been effectively sealed off from the culture of spoken word poetry where race/gender/class are so much more likely to be treated topically.