Archive / 2009 / DECEMBER
thanks to leNard for this shot from the ATL, gogol tour in oct.
"all aone in the free trade zone / there's only two things left and thats skin & bones / stone cold!"
"Any fool can get into an ocean..."
by Jack Spicer
Any fool can get into an ocean
But it takes a Goddess
To get out of one.
What's true of oceans is true, of course,
Of labyrinths and poems. When you start swimming
Through riptide of rhythms and the metaphor's seaweed
You need to be a good swimmer or a born Goddess
To get back out of them
Look at the sea otters bobbing wildly
Out in the middle of the poem
They look so eager and peaceful playing out there where the
water hardly moves
You might get out through all the waves and rocks
Into the middle of the poem to touch them
But when you've tried the blessed water long
Enough to want to start backward
That's when the fun starts
Unless you're a poet or an otter or something supernatural
You'll drown, dear. You'll drown
Any Greek can get you into a labyrinth
But it takes a hero to get out of one
What's true of labyrinths is true of course
Of love and memory. When you start remembering.
the poet becomes an oracle - he Utters, rather than Addresses - bu the voices speaking thru him are not divine ie/ from outside and above, but inside and from below, from the subconscious. he stands back and inspects his Moi like it belonged to someone else. if "I" becomes "un autre" then the Romantic dualism between subject & object is resolved. self no longer contemplates Nature but becomes part of its operational processes.
- loosely cribbed from marjorieperloff.com/books/poetics-of-indeterminacy/
Voyelles - Arthur Rimbaud
A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu: voyelles,
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes:
A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes
Qui bombinent autour des puanteurs cruelles,
Golfes d’ombre; E, candeurs des vapeurs et des tentes,
Lances des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d’ombelles;
I, pourpres, sang craché, rire des lèvres belles
Dans la colère ou les ivresses pénitentes;
U, cycles, vibrements divins des mers virides,
Paix des pâtis semés d’animaux, paix des rides
Que l’alchimie imprime aux grands fronts studieux;
O, suprême Clairon plein des strideurs étranges,
Silences traversés des [Mondes et des Anges]:
—O l’Oméga, rayon violet de [Ses] Yeux!
english translation - good ones are difficult to find -
by chase madar (here: www.greeninteger.com/book.cfm)
Black A white E red I green U blue O:
vowels, one day i will tell of your secret births.
A, a hairy black corset of bright flies which buzz
around cruel stenches,
Abysses of shadow; E, innocent candors of
mists and tents, lances of proud glaciers, white
kings, shivers of umbels; I, purples, spat blood,
laugh of beautiful lips in anger or in penitent
drunkenness;
U, cycles, divine vibrations of viridian seas,
peace of pastures specked with animals, peace of
wrinkles, which alchemy imprints on large
studious brows;
O, Supreme Clarion of strange shrillness,
silences crossed by Worlds and by Angels - O
the Omega, violet ray of Her Eyes!
and dont sleep on this, from kanada's best known theorist, tactician, and auralist, christian bök.
2010-01-08 @ 11:08 by bertal big things in 2010?