Enter 614 — Idle Thoughts about Null Living

January 4th, 2012

I’m pretty much out of it.  Can’t think of anything to write about but my wonder at how much our our lives are truly ours.  For instance, how much of live other people’s lives do we live?  I’m talking about vicariously experiencing part of the life of someone in a book or film–or even in someone’s conversation.  Not that one doesn’t remain at least partly in his own life, observing as well as living inside the take-over character.  Not that it’s a bad thing, either, unless done to excess–good for a change of pace, exposure to new slants and data, escape from personal stress into someone else’s. . . .  Then there’s all the time one spends repeating previous thoughts and actions.  For instance: the thousands of times I’ve ridden home on my bike from the same part of town.  Never a precise repetition, but am I really more than ten percent of my present self rather than the person I used to be?  Sure, in a technical sense, I’m living my own life, but I end with a life equal to 11,078X + 342Y + 9846Z instead of X + Y + Z + a . . . . . + z, etc.   A deck with 31 threes of clubs, 15 fours of spades and aces of spades rather than a regular deck.

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Tuesday, 3 January 2012, 1 P.M.  I now have 18 pieces on display at the local Chamber of Commerce building.  I thought I was prepared for an anti-climax, but things went worse than I was prepared for.  The holders wouldn’t hold all my pieces.  Twice one of my pieces they did hold fell down because the little nails holding its hook, or whatever, came out.  No damage, but . . .   It wasn’t possible to hang my pieces level or untitled.  Meanwhile, there was a fair amount of traffic–without even once anyone’s taking notice of my things.  Once, when I was bent over trying to hang a piece, I was aware of three or four people behind me, two or three of them exclaiming at the beauty of something; then they went in through door to a nearby office, still excited–about a co-worker’s new shoes. 

I had to get everything taken care of in two trips because I needed to take one piece home to renail its hook.  I also didn’t want to hold up Linda, waiting in her car for me to finish, too much, and all I needed from her was transportation of my pieces, which had been taken care of. 

Now that I’ve been home a half-hour or so, I feel a little better, a little more sane.   My pieces look okay.  I don’t think anyone finding them interesting will be bothered by their less than ideal installation.  Best of all, I don’t have to think about the exhibition, anymore.

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Entry 613 — Vispo SpamAd

January 3rd, 2012

The following is a detail from a Spam ad that I got yesterday.   It’s a good example of a commercialized visual poem.  Effective as an eye-catcher, but not very good as a visual poem.

 

 Below is my improved version.  Certainly not yet a great work but better than the original.  If you can’t see why, I’m afraid you aren’t too perceptive about the art.  If you can’t see how the basic idea could be used in a far better piece, you probably aren’t an effective visual poet, or are tired.

 

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Monday, 2 January 2012, Noon.  I got up late because I stayed up late last night watching my Giants fall apart, but win anyway because Dallas fell apart just in time to keep from winning.  I don’t think the Giants have much hope of going far in the play-offs, but I’ll be rooting for them.  And the other teams are pretty inconsistent, too, except for San Francisco and Green Bay.

I began the day by forcing myself to run.  Actually, I slowly ran, then ran fast albeit not really fast, then walked.  Rrrrrruuuuunnnnnn, rruunn, walk over and over until I’d gone around the middle school field four times (two miles).  My stamina is still amazingly poor, but I actually genuinely sprinted when I went all out.  Which is to say, I was able to pump my legs all the way up and stretch out, the way one does when sprinting.  I didn’t do it fast enough to really sprint, but I did it.  I was worried that I no longer could.  Now it’s just a matter, I think, of getting enough stamina to push myself harder, and for longer periods.  My “sprints” were only for around twenty yards or so–but maybe a whole forty once or twice.  Since getting back, I posted my blog entry for today, which was easy because already done.  I corrected my latest Page, “How to Appreciate a Mathemaku,” after getting a list or errors I very much appreciated from John Jeffrey.  I have a lot more chores to do, but I’m already worn out.  Maybe after lunch and a nap I’ll be able to get more done.

5 P.M.  One more chore out of the way: filling in the size and price of my works on the exhibition contract and tags.  I’m asking $200 for most of them.  Highest price is $600.  Two I’ll accept $100 for.  I don’t expect to sell anything.

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Entry 612 — Old Pond, Again

January 2nd, 2012

  

          the words, “old pond”;

          a frog, splashing in,

          noiselessly

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Sunday, 1 January 2012, Noon.   Crap: two days in a row I forgot to change the setting on a blog entry from “private” to “public.”  I just fixed that.  Otherwise, a real accomplishment for the morning: I finished my power-point presentation about how to appreciate a mathemaku.  I printed out a copy of it that is now in a binder, ready to be read at the exhibition.  Who knows, I may even get something else done today!  3 P.M. I posted a copy of the presentation here as a Page.
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Entry 611 — Appreciating Mathemaku

January 1st, 2012

I have another Page available for browsing.  It’s a pdf file called “How to Appreciate a Mathemaku,” consisting of a slide show of about 25 pages in which I take the viewer on a step-by-step tour of a single mathemaku, “Mathemaku in Praise of the Dictionary.”  I’ll have it at my exhibition.  I’d be grateful for any comments on it.  My main concern is whether or not it will help ordinary people get something out of my poems.

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Saturday, 31 December 2011, Noon.  Tennis again after four days off (Thursday because it was in the forties).  I’m still not right but played okay.  After playing, I picked up some thyroid pills.  Now I’m home, not feeling like doing anything productive, but not in the mood for anything to do to evade my chores, like reading.  Later note: I worked a little on the lesson in mathemaku appreciation power-point slide show I have in progress.  Didn’t do anything else.

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Entry 610 — Three Days Away!

December 31st, 2011

I expect everyone reading this to come visit.

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Friday, 30 December 2011, 4 P.M.  Early in the morning I ran another horrendous mile.  I had to push jiust to keep going nearly every step of the way.  Later I printed twenty hand-outs (in full color!) for my show, and printed copies of the agreement for my exhibition I have to sign.  I listed the works I’ll be showing.  I need to add their measurements and how much I’m selling them for.  I keep changing my mind about that.  I believe I’ll probably take $100 for most of the 8.5 by 11 ones.  $600 for “Mathemaku for Ezra Pound” and “Mathemaku for Scott Helmes.”  Not that I’d get even $100 for them.  I’m thinking signed prints of my “Long Division Valentine, No. 1″ for $20.  I found a loose-leaf binder to hold my explanations.  Then, amazingly, I found my hole-puncher.  Easily.  I figured I’d have to buy one the way things vanish around here, expecially things I haven’t used for over a year.  I don’t think I’ve used the hole puncher for ten years.  I’ve also spent a lot of time putting two old essays from Comprepoetica into the “Pages” of this blog.  I’ve been busy, just not very effectively.

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Entry 609 — Obsolete Terminology

December 30th, 2011

I’ve been idly pursuing an Internet search on my name, not to check up on my reputation (although I’ve certainly done that in the past), just hunting places I have poems at so I can list them in the page I have here at my blog for links to my poetry.  What amazes me is how much there is about me.  One would think I was important.  But in spite of all the comments on me and references to my work, I have not had a request for any of my collections of poetry in years.  I did recently get an order for my Of Manywhere-at-Once from someone I’ve exchanged e.mails with at New-Poetry.  Haven’t heard back about the book.  I rarely hear anything about my work, not even my reviews and columns for Small Press Review.  It’s confusing: the Internet tells me I’m not invisible, but my personal experience indicates it would be hard for me to be less visible. 

During my travels on the net, I’ve been annoyed a few times.  Once by some expert on haiku who said my claim in my “Divergery” essay for Modern Haiku that not all classical haiku were 5/7/5 was wrong, but didn’t say why.  I would love to know as it’s quite possible I am wrong.  If so, I want to correct my error.  It’s not too important to me, because I don’t consider myself an authority on Japanese haiku, only on American haiku, which is something else, and absolutely is no longer 5/7/5, thank goodness.

Eventually, I found a 2004 blog entry by a guy who had read and was positive about an old essay of mine I had at my Comprepoetica site.  It was from the nineties: “Note toward a Tasxonomy of Literature.”  What he said about it made me track it down.  It still makes sense to me but I’ve changed my terminology a lot since I wrote it, and simplified portions of the taxonomy.  Nonetheless, I thought it worth posting here, which I did.  Notes, it certainly is.  Good ones.

I found another essay in the same place, “Toward a Complete Taxonomy of Visio-Text Art.”  Another good one although the terminology, again, is out of date.  It’s now stored among the “Pages” here.

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Thursday, 29 December 2011, 5 P.M.  I described most of my day in yesterday’s blog entry.  A sizable expenditure of energy that didn’t result in much–but I did finally put the new version of my “Mathemaku for Scott Helmes” together and get it properly framed.  I argued some more at Spidertangle, but the discussion seems to me to be going too loopy to be worth recording here at my blog–except for some good posts by Joel Lipman. 

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Entry 608 — Collage for a Mathemaku

December 29th, 2011

Once again two trips to take care of one chore: I took my revision of “Mathemaku for Scott Helmes” and its frame, which I was afraid to try fool with, to a frames guy I’ve done business with before, but his place wasn’t where it had been. A nice lady in the beauty shop next to where it was told me where to find it. Happily, it wasn’t far away. DIGRESSION: I used to be contemptuous of the way “hopefully” was used until “happily” made it okay for me–which I mention because I often try to remember other adverbs like “hopefully” and never can (there are several).

I found my frame guy but his place of business was locked although his door said he opened at ten each day but Sunday, and it was near eleven. I waited a little while, thinking he was probably just late. There was no sign on the door or in the window indicating what might have happened. At length I crossed the street. That’s where the Arts & Humanities Council office was. I wanted to drop off the large unwieldy frame. (I was on my bike, needless to say, so worried I might damage the frame. Well, Olivia, Judy the executive secretary’s assistant, was kind enough to let me dump what I had there. Back home, I tried to call my frame guy. I couldn’t find the name of his place, The Rose Gallery, in the phone book but found something called “Creative Framing,” or something, that seemed to be about where the Rose Gallery was, so I called the number for that. An operator told me the number was no longer in service. Great. I tried to get a number that would work fromthe Visual Arts Center, but the girl I talked to didn’t have it. Finally, after three tries, I got it from information; the first two times I was given the old number. Fortunately, when I called the new number my frame man was there. He’d been late because of something he’d had to do with his son. After making sure Olivia wouldn’t be away form the office for lunch (she had locked my stuff in Judy’s office, and Judy is in New York), I rode my bike to the Arts & Humanities Council’s office, got my stuff and took it to the Rose Gallery. Which was locked! Gah.

Well, almost at once, the frame guy showed up. He’d gone somewhere to collect his mail, which wasn’t delivered to his door but to a box somewhere near. Everything then when well. I now have “Mathemaku for Scott Helmes” nicely framed. It looks good. (It always amazes me how good a frame can make a piece look.) The collage below was an attempt to do what Scott was doing at the time (8 or 9 years ago); I was never happy with it, but think it’s okay. It represents “nothing going on” . . . I think. In my piece, I add “the deepest grammar of January” to it to get “STONE.” It may not be my best mathemaku but, not counting sequences, it’s my largest. I’m wondering if there will be some who like it better than my other long divisions. To add variety to the exhibition is the main reason I’m including it. 

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Wednesday, 28 December 2011, 5 P.M.  More gab at Spidertangle, most of which I used to take care of the day’s blog entry.  A trip early in the morning to get copies of one of my long division poems–because my own printer wasn’t doing a good job of printing, due–I now believe–to insufficient ink, although my computer told me it had plenty of ink.  That job, and a little grocery shopping taken care of, I got home only to find out I’d forgotten to collect my flash drive from the people at Staples.  I went back for it a couple of hours ago.  I feel worn out, as always.  I haven’t done anything with my reply to Jake (but yesterday, a little tinkering I did with it seemed to me just what it needed to merge to large blocks of it into a reasonably coherent, flowing whole, so I think I’m close to getting it done).

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Entry 607 — More from Spidertangle

December 28th, 2011

Later Vernon Frazer entered the discussion:

Thanks, John. I use “definitions” as a shorthand for conversational or descriptive purposes. As far as trying to work, I avoid the “prescriptions” suggested by definitions because they impose limits on my thinking and interfere with my working at my best. Without the work, nobody would have fodder for all the differing definitions. I’m flashing back to Wittgenstein and trying to define “game.” 

ME: Sorry, Vernon, but I’m (obviously) not a Wittgenstein fan.  Just because a few words are hard to define, at least for someone like Wittgenstein, doesn’t make the eternal struggle to define words (in order fully to understand what they denote) futile. As for the “prescriptiveness” of definitions, they are only prescriptive about how an artist can responsibly label his works, not—if he has a functioning brain—about how he can make them.  I am annoyingly repetitious about stating this, because it seems to me the main misunderstanding artists have about criticism.  (Which is dependent on what artists produce—but that is dependent on what prior artists have produced and, I believe, on what critics have said about it.  A work of art ultimately is not merely what it is by itself, but that and what others have said about it.   –Mr. Cantshuddup

Bobbi Lurie again:

wittgenstein fan or not–

what is this?

is this vispo or not?

http://the-otolith.blogspot.com/2011/10/bobbi-lurie-ludwig-wittgenstein.html

ME: I like your image a lot, Bobbi, but I have to be sarcastic in answering your question: it’s a musical automobile, so a branch of chempo, not of vispo.

Nico was less sarcastic:

I wouldn’t tag it as such, no.

There are these websites you find when doing a search of visual poetry that pertain to photography, wedding shots, naturescapes, etc. They use visual poetry as a descriptive for hallmark type sentiment.

Your drawing of Ludwig is very much reminiscent of egon’s stuff,

ME: Same response here.

which I like quite a bit. It’s not vispo tho. My own filter for such things usually entails the existence of a focus on alphabet. That’s primary to me, but not all on this list. I giggle at your use of
Sophistication. I think we’re still in the process of hammering it down – the ongoing sixty year process. The inability to pluck a satisfying set of terms by now – one that’d satisfy most practitioners just spotlights the fact that this practice is separate to separate people. That means nothing gets answered or gets answered in myriad ways.

ME: At one point I spent some time trying to determine how I thought works concerned with the alphabet should fit into my taxonomy.  I think I concluded that the alphabet is verbal—a peculiar sort of word meaning “these are the letters, in order.”  However, with the works you’re speaking of, Nico, letters are the subject, not the alphabet, so for me they are textual designage.

NICO: Anyway, I did apologize for bringing this up.

ME: As opposed to leaving Spidertangle as a no-discussion zone?

Bobbi replied:

Thank you, Nico. 

As I wrote to David, I really needed this description.

Yes. Sophistication meaning “I don’t know what these people are talking about. What is the secret?”

The fact that you’ve been struggling with terms….may I suggest you just say: “the alphabet must be included–this is in relationship to written language–the representation of something via language vs. via image” (clumsy this, i know, but that would have helped me in the several year search i’ve been on, asking vispo artists this question)

ME: Too bad you somehow missed me, your fellow Bobbi/Bobby, Bobbi.  I’ve been cranking out the dogma that poetry has to have significant words for years, and that it’s silly to consider “visual poetry” not to be a form of poetry. Very few in the visiotextual field (but probably everyone in conventional poetry) agree with me, even though I have a fairly broad idea of what “words” are—I accept word-fragments, punctuation marks, any typographical symbol (like @), mathematical symbols and even the alphabet or some section of it long enough to identify it as an alphabet, as “words”—and don’t dispute that at the border between the verbal and the visual there are activities going on of value that may also qualify as visual poetry (since no definition can have a sharp border—unless it’s of something not in the real world like odd numbers).  Seems to me an art should be defined first of all by what materials it explicitly uses in general (words or visual images, say), then by how it uses them, again in general (by pronouncing them or recording their sound, in one case; in the other, by recording their shape and color); a sub-art, like visual poetry, should be defined by what specific materials it uses and how, specifically, it uses them—words and visual images together by recording their sound, shapes and color.  And so forth, finally to capture even the subbest of arts like Shakespearean sonnets or visiopoetic maple solitextual (i.e., solely textual) sculptures . . . 

BOBBI to Nico: please do not apologize. i am so happy to read this–i didn’t know if i could legitimately send my art work to anyone other than Mark Young of Otoliths, who is tolerant with my experiments / does not define his journal in terms of vispo, unlike others here.

i will have to check closely on this, but from your definition, i’d say a lot of editors are letting a lot of things pass for vispo which isn’t vispo.

thank you, Nico.

ME: We need editors like Mark Young who publish art they like regardless of what it is, but it’d be nice if they could let what they want be known in precise language.  Almost everyone in the otherstream publishes anything.  Anyone who wants material of a specific kind has to carefully say so because “visual poetry” tends to mean anything.  Not just works that are visual but not verbal, but works that are verbal and not visual.  My press doesn’t get submissions anymore, but when it did, people would send me poetry about sunsets—hey, sunsets are visual!—and complain when I rejected it as not visual poetry, which my press was primarily looking to publish.

David Baratier was next up:

People who solely practice visual art or vispo
are verbose and vague
either due to lack of words in their art
or to leave open a potential name shift
to make themselves popular again.

Miro was before vispo, so he is a precursor.

From outside the gates it looks like the best known vizpoets
call themselves artists because vispo is an unknown term to them, or
a fringe term (as Karl pointed out, coming into being as an antithesis
to the concrete poetry movement rather than an art term). Vispo
also has movement qualities rather than just a name.
Ruscha, Jenny Holtzer, Robert Indiana and so on are artists.
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ME: Ruscha, Holzer and Indiana are all, in some of their works, visual poets, regardless of how they see themselves.  I haven’t seen anything by Miro that seems a visual poem to me, but a few paintings by Klee seem close to being visual poems.  Stuart Davis made some, and so did Magritte.  Picasso may have, too.  I’ve shown these at my blog where I’ve also shown images from ARTnews,, which has something I consider a visual poem in almost every issue.  Visual artists added typography naturally to their subject matter just as they added everything else previous visual artists disregarded, and the world was already set up to accommodate their work as visual art in galleries and museums, so they had no need to call it anything special.  Poets becoming visual did, because their visual poetry was much more radical (because generally a good deal more verbal) than that of artists like Ruscha—and the venues for conventional poetry had, and are still having, trouble with it. 

VERNON: I think the discussions—and Wittgenstein’s increased presence in them in more than one capacity—demonstrate what I was trying to get at. Nobody agrees on what vispo is, even when they look at the same work. If you worry too much about the definition, you won’t concentrate properly on what you’re doing. Some people say I’m a visual poet, some say I’m not. And I’m certainly not one all the time. But I might be one some of the time, depending on who’s forming the opinion.  What I gather from today’s debate about definitions is: do the work and let the definitions fall where they may. 

ME:  As I’ve already said, poets shouldn’t care.  For critics or people trying to work out a reasonable poetics, it’s a different story.  Unfortunately, too many in these two cultures see those in the one they aren’t in as enemies or fools.

No doubt there will be more. 

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Tuesday, 27 December 2011, 5 P.M.  I only played tennis for about an hour this morning, but got tired.  Went to Mcdonald’s for a sausage and egg sandwich.  Got a little marketing done at the Winn Dixie near the McDonald’s, then got a nap of maybe fifteen minutes in.  After that, I spent a lot of time in the Internet discussion I made the subject of the day’s blog entry, which I just made the last corrections to, at least for now.  I guess I contributed over a thousand words to it, some of them insightful and/or interesting.   So I can’t consider myself totally out of it.  I feel the discussion itself will interest, or should interest, scholars later in the century, if only for what it reveals of one group of creative artists yakking with/at each other.  I’ve done no Work of Consequence, though.  I am now going to work up a hand-out for my exhibition, then probably take the rest of the day off.

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Entry 606 — The Other Day at Spidertangle

December 27th, 2011

The other day at Spidertangle, Nico Vassilakis asked, “Is this acceptable as one of the many definitions of ‘vispo?’”

When art and text convene, the resulting blur is “vispo,” a portmanteau of “visual” and “poetry.” It’s where alphabet morphs into image and language is reinvented into visual experience.

My reply:
Seems to me we need a term meaning something like “partial loose definition.” That’s what the above seems to me—which does make it acceptable as one of many such definitions. Hyperlogical as I am, though, I believe there is only one acceptable verosophical definition of vispo (if we take it as a nickname for “visual poetry,” as I do, because is unproductively confusing to consider vispo different from visual poetry)—although I wouldn’t disagree with anyone who said we haven’t yet expressed it. Substitute “scientific” for “verosophical,” if the latter bothers you. A verosophical definition would be a rigorous definition as near complete as it is possible to be. Not an exploratory definition however useful that can be, but a final definition. Not something blurred, but something distinct one can go to the blurred from. I rather like the idea of vispo as a locus where visimagery (not “art” since music and other non-visual things are art) and language (because text alone is not language and language has always been considered necessary for poetry, and if we decide it isn’t, then what isn’t poetry) fuse (rather than merely convene) and increase the expressive potency of the other without any loss of whatever expressive potency each would have by itself.
Maybe a good distinction would be between a conversational, and a verosophical, definition of a term.

NICO: Bob, you are probably right – that distinction can be made, but I sometimes wonder if the uninitiated wouldn’t end up confused with somewhat exacting neologist definitions. I’m not inferring that what I said captures the true nature of vispo, but think simplicity, be it conversational or not, is useful. I should also say i do appreciate your work in mapping out the verbo-visual permutations that exist and the time and effort you put into it.

Thanks, Nico. I tried my best to show that what I call conversational definitions are definitely useful. Verosophical ones are, too, but probably only to verosophers—i.e., the very few seriously concerned with the search for truth.

Karl Kempton then chimed in with:

perhaps first usage or the coining of the term vispo / vizpo can add to this discussion. as far as i know, if i was not the first i was among the first in the 1970′s to use this term as a short hand in my correspondence with national and international visual poets. at that time we were freeing ourselves from the term concrete poetry to define our works. also at that time, my spelling was phonetically inclined. some have said i was texting before texting. it was an automatic follow through.

vispo / vispo was a short hand for visual poetry, the first usage of which was of european origin. “visual poetry” there, as a term, was used to free themselves from the restricted and discredited field of concrete poetry, a minimalist fission poetics blowing up language to create new patterns. this process paralleled minimalist painting and minimalist and electronic music. visual poetry was a fusion process taking these new and then newer patterns and textures wedding them with another art form or other forms.

in my opinion, demanding “recognizable” language word(s), part or parts erases, or worse censors, the possibility(ies) of wordless poetic gesture(s) and poetic aesthetic(s), rhythms, lines, pictorial metaphor(s) and countless other poetic terms that can be made visual without words. this part of the arena is border blur or the soft membrane or tissue between rigid classically drawn demarcation “scientific” lines separating classifications in the assumption each defined field is as if a dead noun and hence incapable of fluid movement or evolution.

I replied to parts of this as follows:

K: in my opinion, demanding “recognizable” language word(s),

B: As no one I know of does. I, for instance, simply ask for something called “poetry” to consist of words, as poetry always has. All this “demands” is that one not call something with no recognizable words in it “poetry.” And here we meet the bizarre belief of many that if “visual poetry” requires recognizable words, one cannot make a work of art without recognizable words. But I’m here with the good news that one can do that. One need only call what one creates something other than visual poetry!

K: part or parts erases, or worse censors, the possibility(ies) of wordless poetic gesture(s) and poetic aesthetic(s), rhythms, lines, pictorial metaphor(s) and countless other poetic terms that can be made visual without words.

B: They can be made musical without notes, too, so let’s call them vismoo.

K: this part of the arena is border blur or the soft membrane or tissue between rigid classically drawn demarcation “scientific” lines separating classifications in the assumption each defined field is as if a dead noun and hence incapable of fluid movement or evolution.

B: Right, Karl. You live in the ocean because there’s no exact way to tell where the ocean ends and land begins.

I’m afraid it comes down to an unending struggle between Snow’s two cultures.

Karl’s response:

not wanting to get into a long history as i have just been hit with a nasty cold, the long and short of it has to do in part with a generational difference as well as o so many single glance, so what concrete works and cliches, some even winding up on greeting cards.  the generation difference is building upon what was done and taking it to the fusion process. there was a possibility of a real jump in multimedia but concrete in general turned off lexical poets, calligraphers, book artists, etc., a ready made audience if there ever was one. there was no embrace because the works failed to match the quality of the painters, musicians, sculptors, calligraphers, book artists, etc. not that there were exceptions such as finlay. phillips, dencker, xenakis and others made the jump to aid in the formation along with the lettrists of visual poetry.

for japan, see karl young’s intro on kitasono . having already run his run of concrete many years before concrete was coined, he did not participate in concrete be rehashing his previous concrete before concrete, but submitted his plastic poems. then the rerun story of mine and others re patchen having composed concrete before concrete then being stiff armed. others as well.

i think dencker edited the first or one of the first visual poetry anthologies, 1972. techen was published in 1978 a year before i switched kaldron from a lexical and visual poetry mix to visual poetry only. concrete works were not excluded from any of this but concrete excluded visual poets, esp the lettrists.

the ocean has no fixed line. where the chumash lived 15,000 to 20,000 years ago now under water. soon homes and cites adjacent to the ocean will receive the same fate because fools thought boundaries fixed. boundaries change. worse than building in flood plains. the wise remain on high ground. we are at 70 feet on what is an old sand dune soon to be an island. but my body will have been turned to ash by then.

out of energy,

karl

What Cathy Bennett then said, and I replied to, was:

1- “increase the expressive potency of the other without any loss of
whatever expressive potency each would have by itself. ”
Bob,
The above section*** is where you are completely wrong… and by saying
it is a “scientific” approach, still doesn’t make it right.

Can’t my (very tentative) definition be okay as a scientific one, Cathy? Do you not agree that a scientific one might have some use? In any case, I was just giving a different take on the long-difficult struggle of our language to produce a definition of vispo.

2- “because text alone is not language and language has always been
considered necessary for poetry, and if we decide it isn’t, then what
isn’t poetry”
is a problem when it comes to “asemic” vispo. “Visual Poetry” is not so self-limiting.

You lost me here. If something consisting of textual elements but no words is called visual poetry, how does that not raise the question of what is not visual poetry? Or not poetry. Or do you agree that something consisting of textual elements but not words should not be called “visual poetry?” Which, by the way, is the one thing I am far from alone in believing.

So you want to limit “text” to “language” and you also want to limit “art” to one media/ I say “NO” to both ideas.

It just seems to me that all poetry, including visual poetry (or vispo) should be limited to language, and that text is not language until it becomes words. I’ll never understand the problem so many have with this simple idea. As for “art” as both visual art and all forms of art, no one agrees with me that that can be confusing, or that it’s demeaning to visual art not to have a name of its own. It’s not at all important, though.

3- The “search for truth” is fine, except when approached in your
narcissistic manner…

Well, you have to admit that at least I don’t think we should call the search for truth “Bobgrummanism” although I have to admit that sometimes I think I’m the only one pursuing it.

you have created your mathemaku and now your definition to define it, but “in truth”-that definition*** can only be applied to your mathemaku, which you have decided to limit to your “balanced two elements”.

So, as far as your posited questions: “Is this acceptable as “one” of the many definitions”– Yes… for Bob Grumman’s mathemaku perhaps, but your mathemaku should not be held up as the highest scientific principle of “visual poetry” towards which we all must strive.

Next, Cathy’s husband, John, said, “ANY ‘definition’ of a phenomenon is necessary a definition or description of that phenom. in the past. As soon as it is made, someone comes along and does something that requires the definition be changed, in order to include it.”

But the new thing done need not be included. It may, in fact, not be a new thing: for instance, Klee and many other painters included text but not words in their paintings; their paintings are still considered paintings the subject matter of which is letters—The Villa R, for instance. No one saw, or even now sees, any need to call Klee a visual poet. The word, “chariot,” still means what it did to the Romans even though we now have the automobile. In the arts, even when definitions change, they keep some main part—e.g., the term “music” is now used for works people a hundred years ago called “noise,” but it retains its main part, which is “an art concerned with sound.” Similarly, “poetry” has come to include free verse—but hasn’t, except among certain visiotextual artists—stopped being consider an art of words. I simply don’t see why it should be. Think what mathematics would be if it were decided that numbers no longer had to be part of its definition.  –Bob

In this particular case, and I believe Karl referred to this issue, is that large body of work called “visual poetry” that has NO explicitly linguistic or lettristic elements in it at all. There is a lot of work being done in this mode in Spain now. It seems to use images as concepts, or “words”; it’s a kind of picture writing.  –John

If the pictures do something explicitly verbal—do more than make a gesture some consider linguistic, that is—then it would seem reasonable to call the works involved “visual poetry.” The big problem is a definition so broad or subjective as to be meaningless. Why, for instance, should ballet not be considered visual poetry? (Except metaphorically, which is completely something else.)  –Bob

Joel Lipman added:

To stir & nurture, not resolve, this periodic thread, here’s Willard Bohn’s definition, suitably the opening couple sentences of his Modern Visual Poetry, Chapter 1:

“For all intents and purposes visual poetry can be defined as poetry that is meant to be seen — poetry that presupposes a viewer as well as a reader. Combining visual and verbal elements, it not only appeals to the reader’s intellect but arrests his or her gaze.”

Bohn’s second paragraph particularizes further distinctions: “Where visual poetry differs from ordinary poetry is in the extent of its iconic dimension, which is much more pronounced, and in the degree of its self-awareness. Visual poems are immediately recognizable by their refusal to adhere to a rectilinear grid and by their tendency to flout their plasticity.”

I find this definition grounding and useful, informed about the suggestions and nuances of its language. Its application enables Bohn to write a fine book on the subject, one which is pretty up-to-date, closing a chapter that discusses Perloff’s observations and compositions that explore digitalization’s “multidimensional realm of their own making.”

At some point, Bobbi Lurie and John had the following exchange:

On Tue, Dec 27, 2011 at 1:49 PM, bobbi luriewrote:

Do you consider a piece of visual art, any piece of visual art, visual poetry?
No
Or are there limitations to the definition?
Doubtless, yes. But definitions really don;t interest me very much; I never have anything I can use them for.

If I’m writing an intro to or selecting material for an anthology of something, I’ll use some kind of rule-of-thumb “definition” of what it is I’m selecting, tho it’s often pretty ad hoc, a matter of practicality or limited resources, not something I find very interesting.

Re some of what Bob & Cathy were talking about, I don;t think a “scientific” definition of art is possible or makes any sense. Science is a method, not a matter of absolute categories. A scientific study of the process of artistic creation, however, is quite possible, and could be very interesting indeed.

I couldn’t let that go by unshot at:

As an artist, I care very little about definitions; as a critic, I find them essential, and I need them to be what I consider “scientific”—i.e., objective, logical and reasonably complete (only “reasonably complete” because no definition can be absolutely complete, although the best definitions will be complete enough to satisfy any sane person).

Nico returned with:

you’ll find several responses to THAT question – and others who wont care at all. i think it’s about how you define language and poetry and looking. i wonder about my recent work sometimes, if it’s even vispo anymore. ive done past work where i imbue a piece or series with a kind of rosetta stone inorder to convey how the word can transform into parts of parts of letters. even snippets of letters, thus eliminating traditional MEANING by focusing on letters alone. then my interest shifted into staring my way through a word and into a letter – and that basically annihilated MEANING, and lead to the mere visual aspect of language. is there poetry there? is there meaning there? is it elements or the ingredients of language sitting there like a recipe waiting to be cooked? i think in some sense, yes. but there are other times that i am certain it’s vispo. as language is not only words. though i do relentlessly stare at letters – is a letter a poem? this gets into bob grumman territory. he’d say no. but i think every thing looked at is, why? because our brain does nothing but process what comes across our eyes-in-the-front face. or maybe it’s 2 letters that is the ultimate denominator of poetry. as to me, a letter is an atom and a word is a molecule – and letters are constantly in search of each other to create molecules. my interest in the past few years has been to stop the letter from huddling with other letters to form a word and focus on the letter itself. is that vispo? i dont know. im sure there will be a response. but JMB is right about the spaniards – picture writing – theyre pretty stunning, but is that vispo. does it matter. like hiessenberg – the more you try pinning it down the further down the road you find it.

That stumbled me into this:

I think ultimately it will be easy to categorize these different combinations of graphics and text. Possibly even now there are brain-scanning devices that can tell what part of the brain a person most experiences a work of art. I contend (and—I believe, the certified experts in the field would agree) that so far as visiotextual art is concerned, there are two brain areas involved, the visual and the verbal. I believe conventional poetry will light up the verbal area, conventional painting and sculpture will light up the visual area, visual poetry by my definition will light up both areas about equally, and the works Nico is talking about will do weird things that we need to break the verbal area of the brain into sub-areas to talk about; I think it will mainly light up the visual area but also light up a pre-verbal part of the verbal area. I think the brain (and probably part of the nervous system prior to the brain) subject stimuli to a long sorting procedure, first identifying letters, then words, then grammatical structuring, then the connections of the words to what they denote. The sorting procedure will break down after identifying Nico’s letters BUT certainly give them an aesthetic charge that will make them different from a conventional painting—but, I believe, not enough different to make them a form of poetry, or not painting. The subject matter of lots of paintings will also activate small areas of the brain besides the visual area. Perhaps most paintings do. Needless to say, it’s all a lot more complex than this. For instance, the presence or absence of people concerns in an artwork has a huge importance.

Which is where the discussion was today t around 3 in the afternoon here in Port Charlotte, Florida.

Diary Entry

Monday, 26 December 2011, 2 P.M.  About the first thing I did today was run a mile.  My time was again, over eleven minutes, which is horrible.  I can’t understand why I’m not getting better, although my not having run much for months, and not having run since last Friday (or was it Thursday?) may well have something to do with it.  Later in the morning I gave my latest SPR column a once-over and put in into an envelope with the reviews I had on hand.  That is now in my mailbox, awaiting delivery.  Just now I also wrote a new Poem poem.  I spent less than five minutes on it, but its central idea was one I’ve been thinking about for over a week.  It’s nothing much, at all, but probably worth keeping.  I used it to take care of my blog entry for today.  I haven’t gotten going on what I think of as my final major chore of the year, the response to Jake’s essay.  I think all I need to do is find a way to arrange what I’ve already have from what I wrote over a month ago, and several blog entries that seem relevant, and the little next matter I’ve written, and polish it, but . . .  I keep waiting for the surge I used to feel whenever I was really ready to tackle a writing project, but it’s no more anywhere in me than my ability to run a bad mile instead of a horrendous mile is.   

 

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Enter 605 — “Poem’s Alter Ego”

December 26th, 2011

        Poem’s Alter Ego

        Bored by a long spell
        of inactivity, Poem conceived
        the idea of creating an alter ego,
        thinking the alter ego of an
        alter ego would be amusing.

        It would allow him a vent
        for some of his frustration
        as an under-used, and too
        often weak alter ego.

        At first he thought he’d call
        his alter ego “Bob,” but
        that almost at once seemed
        too clever, so
        he called him “Brick.”

        Unfortunately, Brick was
        very stupid. “Gimme a beer,”
        were his first words.
        Poem had no beer, so he
        wrote Brick into a poem set
        in a beerbar, remembering
        to give him several hundred dollars.

        Brick quickly got so drunk
        he passed out.
        Poem blamed that on the seagulls
        continually flying out of
        his keyboard.

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Yes, another near-null day for me.

Diary Entry

Sunday, 25 December 2011, 8 P.M.  I touched up my reviews for Small Press Review and printed them out.  Spent most of the day at Linda’s with her and and her friends, Sandy and Joel.  Very nice Christmas dinner.

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