Archive for the ‘John M. Bennett’ Category
Entry 1587 — 2 by John M. Bennett
Wednesday, October 1st, 2014
It’s been a number of years since I was able to keep up with John M. Bennett, but I have managed to squirm all the way through the 80 Pages of his 2012 The Gnat’s Window. Here are two of the pages ribbled across in the process, taking longer to age into something of a feel for them than he took, I’m sure, to compose his whole book, but vowing to return until I have the understanding I know they’ll enlarge to (the parts in English, at any rate):
Meanwhile, I’m just a chapter and epilogue from finished my current revision of my novel and no longer feeling good about it. Not because I don’t still think it’s at least pretty good, but because I can no longer block out the absurdity of trying to get people to read it that was the main reason I took so long to try to make a finished draft of it.
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Entry 1258 — “Collab in F”
Sunday, November 3rd, 2013
Entry 1257 — “Collab in G”
Saturday, November 2nd, 2013
Today a collaboration between John M. Bennett, one of three collaborations we submitted to Chris Lott’s edition of Hal Jonson’s Truck. Chris passed on this one and the one I’ll be posting here tomorrow, but took the third.
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Entry 1189 — 10 Important American Othersteam Poets
Wednesday, August 21st, 2013
Ten Important American Othersteam Poets
John E. Bennett
Karl Kempton
Guy Beining
K.S. Ernst
Marilyn Rosenberg
Carol Stetser
John Martone
Scott Helmes
Karl Young
Michael Basinski
My list’s title demonstrates one reason I’m so little-known a commentator on poetry: it doesn’t scream that it’s of the ten best American Otherstream Poets, just a list of a few important ones. What makes them “otherstream?” The fact that you’ll almost certainly not find them on any other list of poets on the Internet.
This entry is a bit of a reply to Set Abramson–not because I want to add these names to his list but because two of the names on it have been doing what he calls metamodern poetry for twenty years or more, as far as I can tell from my hazy understanding of his hazy definition by example of metamodern poetry. Both are extraordinary performance poets mixing all kinds of other stuff besides a single language’s words into their works. I would suggest to Seth that he do a serious study of them, or maybe just Bennett, whose work is more widely available on the Internet, and who frequently uses Spanish along with English in it. It would be most instructive to find out how metamodern Seth takes Bennett to be, and what he thinks of him. Warning: Bennett’s range is so great that it’s quite possible one might encounter five or ten collections of his work that happen to be more or less in the same school, and less unconventional than it is elsewhere, so one might dismiss him as not all that innovatively different.
Which prompts me to e.mail John to suggest that he work up a collection that reveals something of his range by including one poem representative of each of the major kinds of poetry he composes. So, off am I to do just that
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Entry 1175 — Johnem’s Second SASE
Wednesday, August 7th, 2013
I found a second piece for the SASE show from John M. Bennett. Note the superb visual poem on the back of his envelope:
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Entry 1173 — Mail Art from John M. Bennett
Monday, August 5th, 2013
No mail art show after the seventies would be complete without something from John M. Bennett. Here we have an envelope and enclosures. What is meant by “Not Inside” I’m at a loss to say.
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Entry 942 — “eapt,” by (surprise!) John M. Bennett
Tuesday, December 4th, 2012
The following poem John M. Bennett posted yesterday to Spidertangle and elsewhere, at once struck me as among the very best of the huge number of superior poems he has done. Partially out of laziness, but partially also to give others a chance to reflect on the poem without the temptation of seeing what I have to say about it and possibly being deflected from their own equal or better discoveries, I am going to just let it sit here uncritiqued today.
eapt
flooded haphtic duu
stt’s yr nodte nude
)label streaming( to )ss
ed( cash an )slo
shshed( where the
moumouthless lungch
“lost’s tea cher” )fol
ded yellp(
sot ,dusty
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Entry 918 — Another Collaboration
Saturday, November 10th, 2012
I’ve reproduced the cover of Jem Tabs, the collection of collaborations between John Bennett and Matthew Stolte:
I seem to be going through a very empty period creatively, I think because I’ll soon be taking a short trip north for a niece’s wedding. Having to travel too far from home always screws up my mind. Anyway, I had to scramble to find something to put in this entry. I grabbed this mainly because, for some reason, I love the idea of scrawled words inside large letters, or parts of letters. There’s something metaphorically important involved but I can’t yet finger it. Needless to say, I like the way the thing looks, too. And it’s always worthwhile giving such material a plug.
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Entry 915 — Lunacy (Stolte/Bennett)
Wednesday, November 7th, 2012
Matthew Stolte is a young friend of mine whom I know only through the mail and the Internet, and John M. Bennett is an older friend of mine whom I’ve actually been within a foot or less of more than once! They both do work I greatly admire, so you should understand that when I call their chapbook collaboration of 23 pieces (which includes the graphics on both sides of each cover), Jem Tabs, lunacy, I mean greatly to compliment it. See below for its final interior piece and the inside of its back cover (and left-click it to see it better):
Fantasy Scenario Number Two: Jesus pays a visit to me and tells me I have two choices: (1) live healthily to the age of a hundred but continue having the sort of days I’ve had all my life–i.e., neither horrideously crappy nor particularly whoopeeic, or (2) spend a week with a 100 wacks like Matthew and John (hmmm, Jesus and Matthew and John?), each of whom has been hypnotized, if necessary, to want to spend twelve hours of each day we’re together, collaborating on works like the ones in Jem Tabs, and then leave this mortal coil in some innocuous manner. Easy choice. In other words, John and Matthew’s collabs make me drool to collaborate with either–or with the many others in our field known to enjoy collaboration. In fact, I can’t think of any such collaborations I’ve seen that don’t have a similar effect on me. Why aren’t I begging people to collaborate with me, then? Too much else on my plate at the moment.
One general thought about the two pieces above: that one unarguable thing they convey is the pleasure (I almost want to say, “the ecstasy,” but that would be an exaggeration) of the search for meaning, even though it may often not fully succeed, and even sometimes find hardly any large meaning. Most do lead one to enough discoveries to make one feel good, though. That’s all that almost any search for meaning will do. In the piece to the left above, I see, “shut close facet,” with the latter suggesting “focus,” because the its first four letters could be “focu,” and it ends in the center of a focusing wheel. Then comes the whirl of the request of the reader, or someone, to “set the dribbling/ from (the speaker’s) trembling/ face,” etc. around a triangle of visimages that include what looks to me to be a human ear that is also a tunnel. Much of a where keeps those caught in anthragreement with John and Matthew’s map willing to explore further.
Is its verbal content enough to make it a visual poem? I’m not sure. The expedition is there for those lunatic enough to see it regardless.
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Entry 881 — Asemaesthetica, Continued
Thursday, October 4th, 2012
With the top image of asemic art, I run into trouble, for I can’t see what’s textual about it–except for a d and an a–and a 2! But it’s very difficult to draw something with pen or pencil and not make something that looks like a letter. I very much like the image (which is by John M. Bennett) as a design, and can force myself to perceive it as a swoopy sort of failed attempt to communicate, but that doesn’t open into anything much, for me. I find the face I see in it more interesting.
Jake Berry’s image below seems truly textual, though: in fact, it is probably a visual poem, for it has words, and they may well be semantically active (and I hold that a poem needs more than just words, it needs semantically-active words and they must contribute significantly as words to the work’s aesthetic meaning . I can’t make out these well enough to see how semantically active they are but they work as map labels, so seem to me to contribute significantly enough to what the work is doing aesthetically. I see it (so far) as an anatomical map of a male torso . . . as countryside. Lines quivering out a sort of journey to humanness.
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