Entry 473 — Some More Idle Thoughts « POETICKS

Entry 473 — Some More Idle Thoughts

Two days ago I mailed four visiomathematical poems off to Rattle, the literary magazine I mentioned a while back, I think, that’s running a poetry contest.  My cost to enter: $18.  But I get a year’s subscription out of it.  As though I don’t already have enough to read.  But I have serious hopes of winning one of the fifteen also ran prizes of $100.  My rationale: that the editors choosing them will decide to include one of mine to advertise their openness to all poetic forms.  They do publish what they term visual poetry, by the way.  I didn’t bother investigating their magazine in advance: I was set to enter their contest regardless, so there would have been no point to it.  I hoped it’d get me to come up with some new poems, finally–as it did.  I haven’t added to my negative credits for a while, either.  But, yes, my incurable optimism was a factor, too: I will probably never stop believing that there will come a day when someone other than a relative or close friend will be taken by something I’ve done.

I like my four entries–they seem to me about as good as I can do.

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That which has never physically revealed itself in some direct way to any human sense either does not exist or exists too limitedly to be meaningful.

Note: the preceding statement is not as dopey as it may immediately seem to some.  I could spend hundreds of paragraphs expanding on it and defending it.  Ditto the following set of questions.  They concern a given:  (1) a penny-storing machine that pennies can be inserted into through a slot and that a penny a day is ejected from and that contains a penny-counter that causes the machine to say, “I’m hungry,” whenever there are less than 100 pennies in it; (2) a human being that says, “I’m hungry,” when a normal human being’s digestive system would tell it to.  Question #1: has the machine a consciousness that tells it to say what it says and is aware that it does so?  Question # 2: has the human being a consciousness that tells it to say what it does and is aware that it does so?  Question #3: if the machine has no such thing, but the human being does, can it be physically described?  Question #4: if not, how do you know it exists?  Question #5: if so, what is it about what you physically describe that gives it any awareness of what the human being says–or, how do you know it has that awareness.

The real mystery to me is how an awareness of anything can come into existence.  How can it simply be something thing pings into existence once some “complexity” of molecular inter-connections evolve?  Why isn’t that something from nothing?  If that something from nothing is possible, what prevents other something-from-nothing from being possible?  (Same problem, of course, with the Big Bang Theory, at least as it’s often stated.)

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Another mystery: how it is that after struggling to write more than a sentence or two of my latest book review, this afternoon, I suddenly wrote all 1100 words of it.  And they probably will need minimal polishing.  This happens a lot to me, and to many others.  It still amazes me.  I’m certainly happy about it.  I do have another column for Small Press Review to write, but that should be easy.  Except for the other mystery in my life, and the lives of most people like me–that no matter how simple a creative or semi-creative task (as all writing tasks are) is, people like me can take inordinate amounts of time to take care of it.

 

 

 

 

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Entry 21 — Blogging Frustration

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

I’ve just spent three hours working on the Page entitled, “Comprepoetica Biographies — A.”   Take a look at it.  All I was able to accomplish was posting one entry in reasonable condition, and a second halfway there.  Something must be wrong with my computer, because the process has been incredibly slow.  Sometimes–frequently, in fact–the damned computer stops for five minutes or so to carry out a save I don’t want.  Or takes fifteen seconds to let me insert a comma.  In any case, this is all I’m posting here, and I probably won’t be doing much more on the biographies.  I did get them backed up to my hard drive, and on a CD.

Entry 13 — The Null Zone

Saturday, November 14th, 2009

The null zone–I’m in it again.  Not sure why, for my health is improving, and nothing else in my life is going particular wrong.  But I just can’t think of anything to write about here.  And I had two lines of a poem started last night in bed I can only remember the gist of the second line of.  Usually if I can remember that much, the rest comes back to me.  I also remember thinking of a topic to discuss two nights ago, but remembering only that it lead back to my ordaining that there are two kinds of aesthetic pleasure, narrative or sagaceptual aesthetic pleasure and sensual or protoceptual pleasure.

Oh, well, I did get something done that may prove of some consequence: I e.mailed Ivars Peterson about my mathematical poetry.  He’s a well-known science writer who seems interested in subjects like it.  He wrote one article about the mathematical visual art of John sims.  I’d been meaning to expose him to my work for two or more months, but dawdled.

There, that’s it for this entry.

Entry 11 — Old Man Medical News

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

This will be my first utterly blah entry–except maybe for my first, but that was not intended to do more than introduce this blog.  Anyway, just to say something, I will update you on the latest of my pharmaceutical adventures: I just ook a hydrocodone bt-ibuprofen tablet.  There’s codeine in it, so it should be pretty potent.  He prescribed it to lower the aching pain I feel in my right leg at night in bed from, we believe, sciatica.  Nothing else yet has, and it’s significantly interfered with my sleep.  I mention it mainly to stay on record as a druggie–because I don’t see why I should not be arrested for using it when those using heroin or steroids not prescribed by a doctor are not.  I’m also interested in its effect on my creativity.  I’ve always thought that the darvocept I’ve taken on and off helped it, although not so much recently.

Entry 481 — A Few New Thoughts « POETICKS

Entry 481 — A Few New Thoughts

A little while ago, Stephen Russell posted the following at New-Poetry:

Bob, they let me out of rehab to do a math poem: It’s very simple (after Basho). A Ven diagram. The frog: (small circle) enclosed within a (  larger circle ): the pond. & a tear between the intersecting circles, the s p l a s h. Text for all 3 words: frog/pond/splash. & perhaps a larger circle enclosing the 2 smaller circles: Universe. A math poem that approximates Basho’s vision … But I’m having problems getting it done in word instead of paintshop (much user friendly).

“Sounds fun,” I said back. ” I don’t do nothin’ graphic in word, but jpeg converts once done in paintshop.  I think where to go with Venn poetry would be surrealistic overlaps.  Having said that, I can’t think of an example, even a bad one. “

Because, in another post, Stephen had mentioned someone’s bewailing the death of the novel,  I wrote, “As for the death of the novel, I can’t see it.  Nor of poetry.  There’s the crucial importance of abstraction–experiencing reality sensually and abstractly.  Crucial for art and science. “

This led to a few further words about a third post of Stephen’s about getting people to appreciate poetry: “I don’t see any way of making serious poetry popular.  As I’ve always said, it’s like classical music or superior jazz or ballet or mathematics.  The only problem is getting people able to appreciate it to try it!  Which means, among other things, every once in a while giving a lot of money to a person making it (because the media only pays attention to things people get a lot of money for).  Maybe I’ve said things like this before?

“Meanwhile, I just had a one-man show at my local library, and drew four or five people to it, two of whom actually discussed any of the items in it.  Poeticks.com has photographs of it.  It wasn’t really a one-man show, but 17 or my 18 framed works hung in an event with many other tables for authors (and non-authors) celebrating the library’s 50th anniversary.  It made me think about why nobody was drawn to it.  Two thoughts on that: (1) I did nothing to promote it, like running around in a costume with visual poems on it–after getting the library to hang a few of my accessible poems up in advance (and I do have a few) and (2) creating a “lesson in visual poetry” like the one I’ve started work on which will consist of seven or eight posters, each showing some detail of the poem they are about, with commentary I attempt to make entertaining with personal comments, little jokes but also solid poetics; the whole idea would be to take someone encountering the work through the poem step by step.

“I hope to have it soon at my blog.  First I have to separate the purely graphic matter from the textual matter overlaid on it, which will take a while.”

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Entry 626 — Fear of Failure « POETICKS

Entry 626 — Fear of Failure

I’ve always had a horrible fear of failure.  I was thinking about that just now as I tried to steel myself to go to war with the Russians.  I’m Greece in a round of Civilization, the world-domination game I spend such an absurd amount of time playing against my computer.  My spies, who are almost always right, tell me the Russians are very weak, and there are other strong indications that I will win a war against them.  Since I’m slightly ahead of the other nations I’m competing with, that should be enough for me to win the game as a whole.  And, good grief, no one will know but I if I fail!  Yet I feel the same way I feel in a tennis match I’m playing in the local seniors league, or when I’m about to submit a poem somewhere.  I’m reminded, too, of the way school tests made me feel, even ones I knew would be no problem for me.  Oddly, I don’t much feel it with these blog entries of mine.  I don’t know why that should be.  I’m submitting specimens of my thinking to strangers.  I guess the fact that my judges are invisible, mute, and few keeps me from thinking about them.  Another factor I just thought of is that no one is keeping score, there’s no definite way I can fail.  Well, unless a few of you made nasty comments about my entries all of a sudden.  But nobody has for ever so long.

Happy pills or alcohol would probably solve the problem.  Unfortunately, anything that would make awareness of failure impossible would also make awareness of success impossible, too.  My temperament is such that irrational hope of success will always trump equally irrational fear of failure, for me.  Even though my greatest feelings of success have been of anticipated success, almost never of actual success. 

Note: after I posted this, I felt a sense of triumph.  That made me realize a trick I learned so long ago that I use it automatically without thinking about it: giving oneself games to play that are almost impossible to lose, in this case, my game of getting a blog entry done every day.  That’s a great lesson for those of you looking for terrific self-help methods!

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Entry 384 — A Poetic Coinage « POETICKS

Entry 384 — A Poetic Coinage

Faereality.
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As Cummings might have had it.  I coined it for use in the mathemaku I made last night for the one-mathemaku-a-day-no-matter-how-bad project I start five days ago to force myself to think mathemakuically–in hopes that that would eventually perk me up.   It’s the dividend.  I haven’t gotten the quotient quite the way I want it.  At this stage, it’s “clouds softening/ out of a long-lost haiku/ toward a full-hued day.”  I need it positive because the poem’s divisor is a raging storm.  Which now makes me think a better quotient would be something like “17th-century haiku about a butterfly”–i.e., something not so obviously the opposite of a storm.  The poem needs work, but it’s the first I’ve thought good enough to tinker with.  The first four don’t come close to making sense nor do anything interesting. No matter as long as I end with 365 things that qualify as mathemaku 360 days from today.

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Entry 1455 — A Day Late « POETICKS

Entry 1455 — A Day Late

I did so much work on the revision of my article for the Journal of Mathematics and the Arts that I forgot all about posting this day’s entry.  The article is now a little over 4,000 words in length, and finished except for one final run-through that will primarily be a copy edit.

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Entry 60 — #717 through #720

Thursday, December 31st, 2009

Nothing much going on in entries 717 through 720 from my old blog.  The best thing in them was this aphorism of mine from #720:

.         Sometimes my inferiority complex gets so bad, I think I’m God.

I was thinking about bi-polarism because an interesting chap calling himself “Bipolar Guy” had gotten in touch with me.

In #717 I listed the three major elements of intelligence in my knowlecular theory of psychology, accelerance, charactration (under its now obsolete name of “character”) and accommodance and defined them.  In #718 I mumbled about how few visitors my blog gets and in #719 I mentioned an idea of Dan Waber’s–doing a character-sketch daily for a year, a fun idea but not something I thought I’d be able to do, and my latest Shakespeare Authorship Question experiences.

Nothing more, mainly because I’m wrecked, having played tennis for my senior men’s doubles team.  Ordinarily coulbes woul dnever tire me, but I have a bad back, a bad knee, and a bad hip, all of which I’ve been trying to rest.  Didn’t want to play but our team had only 6 players available, including me, for three matches, so I hadda.  I gimped through a touch match against our opponents’ number three duo.  It was thrilling.  Really.  We had the first set in the bag, 5 -1, but lost four in a row.  Then we lucked out a victory, but lost the next game.  I was shot by then, really hoping only to get the thing over with.  But I actually ran in to get a few short shots that I hit for winners and we won the tie-breaker.  Next set we lost the first game and were out of it from then on, losing 6-2.  Because we’re old, we didn’t play a third set, instead bumbling through a ten-point tie-breaker.  All I can say is that they were a little more eager to lose points than we, and we won–on a put-away by . . . tah dah, ME.  The others on the team who had played and finished, plus several wives and players on our team unable to play but there to root, yelled, “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby!”

Our team is now 16 and 5, and either in second place or tied for first, depending on how the one team ahead of us in the eight-team league made out.

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Entry 1431 — A Visit With Seth

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014

Here’s something I posted yesterday to New-Poetry:

I just wrote a comment on Seth’s latest and it was immediately deleted!  Is it Seth or the magazine or what?  Here’s what I wrote: “Seth . . .”  Oops, I can’t quote myself because my cut and paste of what I wrote for some reason didn’t take.  Basically, I said that the data collected was only from mainstream magazines that  knew very little about contemporary American poetry.  One set consisted only of Poetry, Boston Review, Kenyon Review Online, Rain Taxi, Bookslut, Coldfront, On the Seawall, The New York Times Sunday Book Review, The Huffington Post, and Publishers Weekly.  Their review of poetry collections indicated more such collections by women were reviewed in them.  I suggested Seth refute my contention that such publications ignore visual poetry and other forms of otherstream poetry by citing a serious article in any of them on visual poetry.  Then I commented on the excellent female otherstream poets I had written serious articles on in publications none of the people running the studies were aware of.  I said these poets were having no more success getting recognition than male otherstream poets like me.

Actually, Bookslut, which I’ve heard of but don’t know much about, and On the Seawall, which I’d never heard of before, may have published a serious article on visual poetry, but I suspect not.  The others almost certainly have not.  Gender ratio is an incredibly trivial matter that I shouldn’t care about, the ratio of poetry that does something interesting to poetry that doesn’t is vastly more important, and that is my main subject most of the time.  When writing about poetry–which I should be doing a lot more here.
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Entry 1214 — A Passing Political Thought

Sunday, September 15th, 2013

I wonder when I’ll remember to save everything I type at this wretched blog before typing more than fifty words.  I just finished typing a hundred or so–they were not important, but a struggle to get down, and the entry was almost done, when I hit a wrong key an deleted everything except part of a word.  This happens to me two or three times a month.  I have no idea what causes it.  TIME TO SAVE!!

My passing political thought, which was an old, unoriginal one I was posting only because I had nothing else to post, was an observation about Americans’ attitude toward slavery.  I guessed that 90% of them believed the government should run every aspect of every American’s life–except theirs.  I opined that most Americans didn’t think of themselves as enslaved to the degree that they are because almost all of the things they are forced to do they would do without being forced, and almost none of the things they are prevented from doing, they would never have any inclination of doing.

By the time I’d written my thought, I’d come up with a few other very minor things to increase my word-count with.  One was that Seth Abramson never took me up on my invitation to participate in a dialogue with him, or even have the politeness to let me know he wouldn’t.  So I will never learn he means by his term, “metamodernist poetry.”  I suspect he realized how emptily bogus–and definable–it was.  My real regret, though, is that I won’t make his list of One Thousand Important Poetry People on the Internet or whatever his next inane list is, when it comes out.

Okay, three paragraphs, three saves.

I also said something about things on the homefront: that I’ve been feeling more and more to be a non-participant in the world, or–at any rate–the cultural world, but am close to finishing my latest guest blog for Scientific American. Somehow I’ve managed to get one done every four weeks for fifteen months.  I feel I’ve made a number of near-approaches to Important Understandings along the way, too.  Not that it’s helped me any in the Big World that I know of. . . .

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Entry 1192 — Dialogue Between Two Titans

Saturday, August 24th, 2013

Okay, the title is a sarcastic joke: the dialogue is only between Seth Abramson and me.  My part will be Very Serious, though–as is the paragraph from a comment Seth made to my blog of a week or so ago that I’ve made his part of the following, which I sincerely hope will become just the first exchange in a multi-part series (that will become a book that will make both of us rich–okay, no more of my dumb sarcasm . . . I hope).

Seth: “Metamodernism is a tendency that’s still emerging, much like postmodernism was in the mid-1960s.”

1. as far as I’m concerned, postmodernism (considering poetry only) never emerged because it never became significantly different from the kinds of poetry being called “modernist.”  The great innovator, Ashbery, just used the jump-cut poetry of “The Waste Land” more in his poetry than Eliot had.

2. “Modernism” is a moronic tag because it is based not on what the poetry it covers is and does but on when it was composed.  “Postmodernism” is worse.

3. At around 1910-1920 a true change in the arts finished occurring.  It seems to me the change was simple, no more than the acceptance of significant innovation.  In poetry perhaps two specific innovations dominated.  One was the broadening of allowed linguistic practice that the acceptance of free verse initiated followed by tolerance of all possible registers, and then the loosening of attachment to prose grammar beginning (seriously) with jump-cut poetry.  The second was the acceptance of pluraesthetic poetry, or the significant aesthetic use of more expressive modalities than words in poetry, visual poetry being the main example of this but far the only example.

4. The chronology is of course much ore complex and difficult to unravel than the above suggests, but I’m speaking of when each new kind of poetry came into prominence, not when it was first known (which in some cases may have been centuries ago).

5. I don’t consider “otherstream poetry,” mine or others’, to be any kind of important advance on anything called modernist.  I do take pride in two kinds of it that I may be the inventor of, or at least the first serious proponent of: long division poetry and cryptographic poetry.  The first of these,  I have to brag, has great potential for poets because of it forces those making it to be multiply metaphoric as well as makes it more open to pluraesthetic adventure than any other kind of poetry I know of.  I’m prouder of the second kind because I’m more certain I invented it.  Alas, I do not believe it has any future: I may myself, with just ten specimens of it, done all that can be done with it.

 Seth: “If you want to understand my own (present) take on it, which of course is just proto-, for it’s entirely fluid and still developing as a concept and a poetics (it was first written of in Europe in 2010), you can read my poems on Ink Node (two poems called ‘from The Metamodernist’).”  I found the following two reviews at Ink Node:

from The Metamodernist

from “A Brief Tour of the Cape”
from Section I: The Metamodernist
from “a. Against Expression”
from {KOST 99.1 Osterville. The song “We’re An American Band”}
KOST 99.1 Osterville
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The song “We’re An American Band,” a number-one hit for Grand Funk Railroad in 1973, spawned at least seventeen contemporaneous imitations, none of which achieved the critical or commercial heights of the Railroad’s chart-topper. The Rollers, a six-piece from East Detroit, scored a minor local hit with “We’re a Guatemalan Band” just six months after Grand Funk finished its European tour in 1972. Victor Five and the Quick Six, a duo from Decatur, Georgia, penned and released “We’re Session Musicians” the same week; the song made a minor stir in Germany upon its release in 1974, and was even used to play Grand Flunk offstage during their first-ever European tour in 1975. Later that year, Ginny Decatur, a German ingénue from Athens, Georgia, scored a minor local stir with “We’re a Band,” an instrumental for oboe and drum. Not long thereafter, Frank Zappa and his Mother of Invention recorded an album of duets, We’re Only In It for the Money; the album’s title song, “We’re Between Managers,” was in 1968 a minor imitation for fresh-faced proto-punks The Rollers, whose better-known “We’re An American Band” was inspired equally by their hometown of Decatur, Georgia and a 1963 tour of Greece. Ironically, “We’re An American Band” met with decidedly less success than its immediate predecessor on the then-defunct Fontana label, “We’re a Guatemalan Band,” the latter sung by five or six session musicians from Dunkirk, Germany. The names and origins of these four musicians are unfortunately lost to time, with one exception: the lovely and talented Negro spiritualist, Virginia Georgia, best known for her lead vocals on Grand Flunk’s first album, Coast, released in January of 1999. Coast went on to win five Peabodys in September of 2001. (The cost of the LP, as of December 1998, is just over $99; it can be found for $63 here.)

Provincetown Center: The Fine Artworks

Jerry Sandusky has been performing his live act in the middle of the 600 block of Provincetown’s Main Street for six years. The act’s conceit is a simple one: Stravinsky stands naked on a street corner while painted head to toe in gold paint. The visual effect, given the artist’s meticulously-rendered 1821 “bobby” outfit, is to render Sandusky indistinguishable from a statue of a 1920s London policeman. He can often be seen in the middle of the 600 block of Provincetown’s Main Street waving his nightstick threateningly at passing children and posing playfully for photographs with healthy children. The one wrinkle in his now ten year-old routine is that he looks so convincingly statue-like that those who pose for pictures with him are wont to tell friends and relatives that photographs of Sandusky are in fact snapshots of a popular statute on the outskirts of Provincetown. It gets them every time! But then the joke is never revealed–unless, of course, it wasn’t fallen for in the first instance–meaning that for every enemy or stranger shown a photo of someone they hate or have never met standing with “Jimmy Sardoski” in Truro Center, at least ten hear the story of the famous “Jimmy Stravinsky” statue in Provincetown’s main square. And so it is that the statute has, over the last two decades, become one of Provincetown’s foremost law-themed attractions, though admittedly a difficult one to find. Jerry Sandusky Jr., who’s been performing his live act on the 600 block of Provincetown’s Curtain Street for five years, presently does a brisk trade imitating the statue in the middle of the 500 block of Provincetown’s Main Street; the requested donation per performance is five quid. You can donate to Jerry Sandusky Sr. here.

Seth: “Whether or not it’s something you admire or enjoy it is most definitely not something that’s ‘knownstream’–I have a library of over 2,000 contemporary poetry titles in my apartment right now that tell me so, inasmuch as 99.7% of them militantly exclude all metamodernistic indicia.”

Frankly, I find it hard to believe Seth considers the texts above to be poems.  In fact, I think I’m missing something.  Note: I vehemently oppose the belief that a poem can be anything anyone wants to call a poem.  My definition is simple: a work of art in which meaningful words are centrally significant and a certain percentage of what I call “flow-breaks” (usually lineation, but anything having a comparable effect) are present.  So-called “prose-poems” do not qualify.  My definition is pretty conventional and probably more acceptable of poetry people than any other.  My philosophy is that a definition of anything must distinguish the thing defined from everything that thing is not.

From another example of metamodern poetry I found in an Internet search, I got the impression that for Seth it’s some kind of frenetic pluraesthetic performance art.  It didn’t seem to adhere to my definition of poetry though interesting-sounding.   can’t say I learned enough about it to reach any even semi-valid conclusion about it, though.

Seth: P.S. The ‘psychoanalysis’ comment was re: your claim I do things to win friends–ever. That concept is foreign to me. But as you won’t believe me just saying so, look at it this way: If I’m merely ambition without courage, tell me, why do I have more enemies than you, and more powerful enemies, at that?”

I consider this outside the dialogue I’m trying to get going I want to reply to it, anyway–because I think poets are as interesting to discuss as poetry, and because I’d never thought much about my literary enemies.  After thinking it over, I feel that while I have at least one hostile literary opponent, and am disliked by probably more than a handful of people, my only genuine poetry enemy is The Poetry Establishment.  In short, I have fewer literary enemies than Seth, but one who is far stronger (and evil) than any of his.  Evil: yes, because it has prevented me from making a living, or–actually–from making just about anything as a poet and poetry critic.  The fact that it has done this unconsciously via its control of what’s published, critiqued and rewarded is irrelevant: it has done it.

As for Seth, I merely expressed the opinion that in making his list of 200 poetry people as important “advocates” of American poetry, all of them well-known members of the poetry establishment or younger people I strongly suspect (from having seen some of their work) writing and advocating nothing but the kind of poetry the establishment has certified–unless Seth can convince me that metamodern poetry is some kind of un- or anti-establishment poetry.  It’s hard for me to think he’d do that unless he wanted the establishment to be his friend, but who knows?

At this point I have a question for Seth: what do you think of the idea of making a thorough list, with definitions, of all the contemporary schools of American poetry?  I long ago started such a list.  I asked readers to refine an add to it.  Almost none did.  Most who responded to it were against it.  I believe because they want the public to remain ignorant of all the kinds of poetry being composed besides theirs–they want in other words, to maintain their monopoly.  I on the other had think nothing could be of more value to poetry.

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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 1183 — Seth Abramson’s Latest List

Thursday, August 15th, 2013

Seth Abramson has posted a new list at the Huffington Review.  Basically it’s a list of those poetry people he wants to like him–al the main members of the American Poetry Establishment, and a sprinkling of other knownstreamers hoping t get into the Establishment one day.  He calls it “The Top 200 Advocates for American Poetry.”  Needless to say, no one who main poetry interest is visual poetry is on it.  I was hoping Dan Schneider would be on it, but he wasn’t.  It seems of close to no value to me, even from the point of view of knownstreamers.  Everybody in the field knows who the bignames Abramson names are, and the no-names will make little impression among so many other names.

I posted a negative comment to Abramson’s blog that never appeared–because he’s a jerk as well as incompetent, or just due to some Internet glitch, possibly due to me?  Can’t say.

I didn’t try to post another comment at Abramson’s blog but said a few things about it at New-Poetry, where it got the usual small flurry of attention Abramson’s lists always get there.  After wondering what happened to my comment, I said, “Anyway, here’s my final opinion of (the list): a long, boring cheer for the status quo in American poetry that ignores the full range of contemporary poetry.”

As I later wrote at New-Poetry, if I were making a list like Abramson’s, I’d call it a list of people doing . . . a lot for contemporary American Poetry and limit it to ten names or so.  Three on it would be Karl Young, Anny Ballardini and James Finnegan (who runs New-Poetry).  I later remembered Geof Huth, who should certainly be on it.  I thought maybe one or two that are on the other list deserved to be on it, but certainly not most of  them–although probably just about all of them are doing good things for  their small section of mainstream poetry.

Tad Richards (who actually said at New-Poetry that I should be on the list!) wondered if “representing a small section (was) really a reason to be left off the list.”  I replied, “Not a list of 200+ names, no.  I was speaking of my own list of TEN people doing good work for contemporary American Poetry.  Of course, we’re in an Internet discussion, so consisting of comments not necessarily thoroughly thought out, at least from me.  I can see the value of promoting just one kind of poetry–IF few others are bothering with it.  And, sure, even if someone is writing about Ashbery and able to say something new about him, that’s a contribution.  BUT, I say, not enough by itself to put that person on my list.

“While speaking of my list, I would add that it would only be of publishers, editors and critics.  They are the ones in positions to really do something for poetry.  Of course, many of them can also be poets.  And teachers–but only if they also are publishers, editors or critics.  What we desperately need, I believe, are visible  writers directing people not to poets but to schools of poetry they might enjoy, and not just pointing, but saying what the members of the schools are doing and how to appreciate it.  Who on Seth’s list is doing that–for more than one or two schools?

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Entry 853 — Criticism Criticism and Other Stuff

Thursday, September 6th, 2012

Seth Abramson’s latest group of Huffington Post reviews is now up here.  It includes a few words about Skip Fox’s Sheer Indefinite.  It may be the first time Abramson has reviewed a book I have a copy of.  He may have reviewed other poets whose work I liked, though.  I learned of the review at New-Poetry, where Skip is a fellow participant.  As for Abramson, I not too long ago said some negative things about him here.   Here’s what I wrote about Abramson’s column at New-Poetry earlier today:

I don’t think I’ve read a complete review of Abramson’s before today—since so few of the poets he’s interested in interest me. But today I read the one that was half on Skip’s book. Lots of generalities about the two books under review, with no supporting quotations, and blather about  the small portion of the poetry scene Abramson is familiar with. Lots of gush, e.g.: “in poetry, as Charles Olson once wrote, every element must be at once a high-energy construct and a high-energy discharge.” This, supposedly, is better than 19th-Century poetry critics’ calls for “beautiful language.” He knows what poetry should and should not be, and spends most of his time telling his readers, with tripe like the Olson quotation. In one of the reviews in his latest entry, he quotes a poet under review, but more for texts that indicate how the poet thinks than how he writes. More typically, he makes statements like, “Nguyen is a master of the poetic line, a distinction considerably rarer in these times than it ought to be,” without telling us just what makes Nguyen that, and why it’s good for a poet to be that.

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One good thing Abramson’s review has is a link at the end to another review of Skip’s book. It’s not much better than Abramson’s but quotes several passages from Sheer Indefinite, including this:
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Neither does the world answer but

     in mute response. Cold

       wind this morning before

          dawn, cold

      rock in its eye,

                    frozen

      dream in its mind.

 
which is just about exactly the kind of thing I like best in linguexpressive (entirely verbal) poetry.
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I love the boxes the Huffington has put above Abramson’s tripe for people to click on, by the way.  Each has one of the following words in it: “Inspiring,” “Funny”,”Typical,” “Important,” “Outrageous,” “Innovative,” “Beautiful.”  Great set of choices.
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Two things about Abramson I wonder.  One is whether he’s capable of breaking out of the small box he’s in–and he’s fairly young, so has time to.  The other is how it is he can sometimes like the same poets I do.  Which leads to the question of how it is that any two critics with practically opposite points of view can sometimes agree on the value of a given poet or poem.  It’s probably not much of a question.  The simplest explanation is that my opposite likes a poet for different reasons than I do, the most common being choice of subject matter.  Unless it’s the poet’s reputation that charms my opposite while it’s his actual talent that attracts me.

It is possible, too, that an opposite of mine may share my liking for fresh locutions and be more or less as sensitive to them as I am.  Or a truly fine poet may do whatever he does so well that almost anyone must like him.

Other Things:have to report something of Major Importance that I did a few hours ago.  To understand the magnificence of my achievement, you must know that I tend to save things.  Not quite everything.  I’m able to throw out newspapers as soon as I’ve read them, and some magazines.  Clothes I can no longer wear.  (Underwear with more than three large rips in them, for example.)  Standard food-related garbage.  Junk mail.  It’s hard to think of anything else, but I’m sure there are other things.  My house is cluttered but not ridiculously.  And I have gotten rid of a lot of old video equipment I had–an editing something-or-other, stuff like that.  I set a few dead bicycles out for pick-up, too, and just a few days ago moved five bicycles I know I could get into running condition again if I only had time from my lanai to my carport.  Three of them are now squeezed between the shed at one end of the carport and the defunct car that’s been parked in it for more than twenty years, serving as a storage shed for correspondence (which I have four filling cabinets in the car for).  Two are against the house.  I sort of hope someone will steal them.  But I may learn of someone I can give one or more of them to.  Or maybe someone will pay me something for spare parts or salvageable metal.  In any case, they are now out of the way, so I have room on the lanai for a few more things.

My Major Achievement was throwing out over a hundred packing envelopes, and the like, that things had been mailed to me in and I thought I could re-use.  Not completely unreasonable, for I have re-used a number of such things.  But it was obvious that I was adding to my supply regardless of how often I used something from it.  I also had a bunch of unused packing envelopes I’d bought in large quantity when I thought my press would have mail order customers.  Several times I’d thought it might be wise to throw a few envelopes out, but never did.  Today, though, I threw all of them out except a box with perhaps twenty of them in it that there was a good place for on the lanai.  (I couldn’t possibly throw all of them out!  Some of them had interesting stamps on them–or mail art scribbles.)

About a week ago I vowed for the fifteenth or twentieth time to put mine house in order.  I was going to spend two hours a day at it.  That quickly became one hour a day.  Now it’s five minutes a day.  The problem is that I got the real clutter taken care of pretty quickly, but couldn’t figure out what to do next.  I think I have now: be cruel to a lot of books.  I have over a thousand, I’m sure, and I expect to want to read no more than ten of the many I haven’t yet read.  It’s emotionally near impossible for me to throw them out, and I doubt the local library would want any of them–or anybody I know locally would.  so the plan is to box them.   I’m speaking of non-vocation-related books. I have boxed a lot of poetry books, and will try to box a few more, but I can’t be sure I won’t ever again want to look at them, or need to, to check on something, or have a friend interested in one of them.

I’m some kind of data-addict, I think.  It’s not a serious affliction, just a bothersome one, particularly for someone as impoverished as I’ve always been.  I have over a dozen, maybe over thirty, books on sub-atomic physics, of which I’ve read maybe one entirely, and three or four slightly.  I’ve bought books like that always expecting I’ll finally read one and understand it!  Math books, too.  Many of my large collection of psychology books I have read but doubt I’ll look at again.  I’ve read most of my history books, too, and would love to reread just about all of them, but never will.  I have a lot of hard-bound plays, too, but stopped reading them when my hopes of becoming a performed playwright sputtered out 25 years or so ago.  Some I would enjoy, but I prefer novels for escape reading.  It’s absurd how many different subjects I have books about, most of which I never read–never truly realizing that I needed to focus, always wildly trying to expand my circle of knowledge until it enclosed all known data.  I always set myself many more goals than I can ever accomplish, too.  Ah, but my reading goals are just Enough.  Time to fill this five-foot carton I have with more books.  A few hours ago, I dumped four books in it.  I can probably fill it up.  Then I’ll have space to try to re-arrange my unboxed so I’ll know where each of them is for the rest of my life!  Well, so that I won’t call myself horrible names as I totter through the house yet against hunting for a book of the highest importance, possibly even one I wrote myself, and not finding it more that once a year instead of once a week.

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Entry 798 — Grumman Versus Abramson

Friday, July 13th, 2012

I had a headache when I went to bed last night that I eventually took an Advil for, which didn’t help, so at 5 A.M. I took a stronger dose of pain-medication that included the pill with an opiate in it that is my equivalent of a steroid.  I believe Seth Abramson’s attack on my term, “otherstream,” contributed to my headache.  I felt his argument against the term was very weak and ill-stated, but I think I’ve been somewhat stressed out for a long time–years–by my need constantly to throw my little wooden arrows  at some Poetry Establishment fortress–undentingly.  Now I would have to throw my arrows  a goddamned gain, with almost surely no more chance of making a dent in the status quo than ever.  I had to take the zoom-dose, as I call the pill with the opiate in it plus two APCs (which have caffeine, which is as important for me steroidally as the opiate) to get myself going, anyway.

Even without pharmaceutical help, I’d gotten some good ideas to use against Abramson, and/or in the larger text I hope to write about the otherstream.  They include a new (guess what?) . . . coinage!  My best essays as a critic almost always begin with some coinage or other of mine.  This time it’s “minorstream,” and not important, at all, except that it allows me to dump “knownstream”–an excellent term that never quite fit into my system for naming the main kinds of contemporary poetry–typologically.  It is now about 8 A.M.  I’ll finish this entry with either my response to Abramson, or my excuse for not having finished one.

* * * I’m back nine hours later with an essay of almost 3,000 words that I consider a good rough draft

For years I’ve been arguing rather passionately for recognition of what I’ve called “otherstream poetry.”  Recently, an essay by Jake Berry in The Argotist Online put me fairly central in a discussion of what I view as the opposition of the poetry establishment to otherstream poetry because of my having coined “otherstream,” and because I was one of the sixteen people who accepted an invitation to respond to what Jake wrote.  For over a week the essay and the responses to it got no significant attention.  Finally Seth Abramson, who was in the process of writing a series of essays that seemed to have something to do with the establishment/otherstream opposition, was drawn to defend his series against two snipes at it.  One was by Jeffrey Side, who, as editor of The Argotist Online, was responsible for the publication of Jake’s essay and the discussion of it, the other by me, neither of any consequence.  Abramson writes for The Huffington Review.  Who knows how influential he is.  All I know is that he’s posted lists of “ten best poems” that I have written contemptuously of, and short essays showing little or no knowledge of the otherstream.  An establishment hack, in other words—or perhaps only a sub-establishment hack.

Which gives me an excuse to give my definition of “the Poetry Establishment.”  Make that “the current American Poetry Establishment,” which I will hereafter refer to as simply, “the Establishment.”  There most assuredly is one, but its members and supporters scoff at references to it because it is not a formal institution.  It is also difficult to define with precision.  Moreover, to speak of any powerful “establishment” paints one a probable conspiracy nut.

To start with, the Establishment consists of (1) a great many junior college, college and university English departments.  I’m tempted to say it consists of all such departments, but there may be some, in junior colleges or very small colleges, that are too uninfluential to qualify as part of the Establishment.  Add to this (2) all trade publications publishing poetry and/or commentary on poetry, plus all junior college, college and university presses’ staffs, again with the proviso that some may be too minor to count—those with a circulation of little over a hundred, say.  One must also include (3) the few visible commentators on poetry such as Helen Vendler and Harold Bloom—those whose readership is a thousand or more.  There are also (4) the members of formal establishment institutions such as the American Academy of Poets, and (5) whoever it is at significant grants- and awards-bestowing formal establishment institutions such as the Pulitzer Prize Committee; the MacArthur Foundation, the Guggenheim Foundation, the National Book Foundation, and so on, that pick the recipients of their prizes.  That few or none of these groups are formally affiliated with each other is irrelevant: together they act in unison (instinctively, I believe) to favor the status quo over what I call “the Otherstream.”  (I’d be surprised if I haven’t overlooked any others, so would welcome additions to my list.)

In the eighties, when I coined the term, “the Otherstream,” I only intended it to apply to poetry.   Later, because I believe it covers all the arts (all the sciences, too), I replaced “poetry” with “arts,” as it is in the version I wrote for Jake’s essay,  without really thinking about it.  It was a bad move, because complicating the issue and because I don’t know enough about any art but poetry to be able to argue for the validity of my term’s application to it.  Ergo, from now on. consider the term to apply only to contemporary American poetry.

Note well, that my term refers to kinds of poetry, not to individual poets.  In other words, just because John Blank and Samantha Wicker have published collections of standard free verse that the Establishment has ignored does not make them “otherstream.”  Nor does the Establishment’s brief, accidental or token recognition of a poet whose specialty is a kind of otherstream poetry such as sound poetry, make him suddenly “mainstream”—“mainstream” being those kinds of poetry recognized (more than tokenly or accidentally) by the Establishment as having value.

Defining major generalities like whatever I mean by “otherstream poetry,” is not easy.  Hence, over the past twenty-five years, I’ve re-defined it many times.  My attempt to get it right for Jake’s essay was the following:

‘Otherstream’ is my adjective for works of art the great majority of arts academics, well-known critics, commercial publishers and commercial magazine editors know little more than the names of, if that. A brief definition: art of a kind that’s not taught in college courses. For me, it means approximately, but only approximately, the opposite of ‘mainstream.’ What it’s the exact opposite of is ‘knownstream.’ That’s because some art is knownstream, like certain kinds of very formal verse–the sestina, say, is well known to most literature professors but is not what you’d call a kind of ‘mainstream’ poetry.”

It is this definition that Seth Abramson takes on, with the claim that “we need to point out from the outset that it’s not at all functional, for five reasons.”  Three of his reasons concern terms not of hardly importance to what my definition is about.  He finds genuine faults in them, but not faults that would keep anyone but a ridiculously literal-minded reader from know what I meant.  He then claims my main definition is a tautology, which is preposterous, as I will show.  He then has trouble with my term, “knownstream,” due to his excessive literal-mindedness.  He never addresses what my term is centrally about, the difference between certified poetry and the poetry otherstream.  My definition definitely had a few slight flaws, but it was still definitely functional.

I will soon get to Abramson’s objections.  First, though, I would like to thank him sincerely for taking up Jake’s, Jeff’s, and my issue, and taking it up at some length (although I fear he could use an editor specializing in cutting).  I may finally get my definition of the otherstream completely right, and take care of the problem I’ve always had with poetry which, in my view, is neither otherstream nor mainstream, thanks to what he wrote.

Abramson’s first reason for considering “otherstream” non-functional is that my term,

Arts academics” (his emphasis) is not restricted to (and definitionally cannot be restricted to) English departments, so it could include a lot of people Grumman couldn’t possibly be speaking of. Yet there are also many within English departments who we wouldn’t term “arts” academics, so it doesn’t include them either. Then there are those outside “the academy” who consciously and consistently and conspicuously “academicize” discourse on and surrounding poetry (particularly avant-garde poetries) through the use of specialized terminology (often misuse, like the avant-garde’s bastardization of the term “parataxis”). Like Grumman himself. Are these folks “arts academics” also? No one knows.

I admit that my term is a muddy one, but quite innocent and of little account.  (Nonetheless, it won’t be in my revised definition.)  I contend that just about any of my readers will have an idea of what an arts academic is that’s reasonably close to mine.  It’s basically professors and professor-types, to be no less vague—because there’s no need for great clarity in a definition the aim of which is merely to convey gists.

Next Abramson cites my “great majority” as a weasel word.  Sure, it’s a weasel word, but I contend that it’s an appropriate, necessary one.  I suppose I could have used “90% or more,” but it seems to me someone less ridiculously exacting than Abramson would know I meant that, or something near that.  Remember, the context is a paper arguing that a great portion of the contemporary American poetry continuum has been slighted.  Would “great majority” mean 51% in such a paper?

He cites “well-known” as a similar weasel word.  Baloney.  I’m willing to let each individual reader use his own definition of “well-known,” for I’m pretty sure he won’t use it to mean someone like me, whose blog may have a hundred readers—especially, again, in the context of an essay arguing what Jake’s argues.

Later Abramson has trouble with what I mean by “commercial publisher.”  He himself answers the question with “trade press,” which is what I meant, but which “commercial publisher,” a near-synonym, got into my head first.  In my improved definition I will more carefully describe which kind of publisher  I mean, although I don’t think it’s possible to pin it down exactly.  Again, though, almost anyone reading me would know that I mean publisher of the kinds of books that you’ll find in places like Books-a-Million.

Abramson has trouble with “knownstream,” too:

The term “knownstream,” like the term “otherstream,” depends entirely for its definition upon a term Grumman does not define–the “mainstream.” The “mainstream” is defined in a you-all-know-what-I-mean kind of way, yet that’s hardly good enough — as if we look at high-school level instruction (at least up until the mid-1990s) we’d probably say that received forms like sonnets are exactly what high school teachers teach. So when did the sonnet become non-mainstream, if it’s still the form of poetry most Americans are familiar with (I’d frankly speculate) as compared to any other? Whose mainstream are we speaking of?

I feel I don’t have to define “mainstream” in my definition of “otherstream.”  If the reader has no good idea what I mean, it’s his responsibility to look it up, which he could in any standard dictionary, or he could consult other works of mine.  But I do define it: it’s the approximate opposite of “otherstream.”  That makes it what is taught in colleges.  And I repeat that it isn’t important for the reader to know precisely what’s mainstream, otherstream or knownstream, only have a rough idea that there are three important kinds of poetry extant, and one of them is being unfairly ignored by the Establishment.

Abramson’s silliest argument against my term was calling my short definition of it a tautology:

The “brief definition” of “otherstream” art is “art that’s not taught in college courses”? Isn’t that a tautology? (Q: What’s the “otherstream”? A: Art that’s not taught in college courses. Q: How do you know it’s not taught in college courses? A: Because it’s the “otherstream,” dummy!).

This seems outright insane to me.  If someone asked me what the otherstream was, and I told him it’s art that’s not taught in college courses, and he asked me how I knew it wasn’t, I would never tell him it wasn’t because it was the otherstream.  After stating that I was really speaking only of poetry, which I knew something about, admitting that I really meant that less than one percent of all college courses devoted to literature had to do with otherstream poetry.  I would go one to tell him I knew this because of my amazing able to infer it from: (1) the near-total absence of otherstream poetry in the books used in college classes such as the various Norton anthologies; (2) the near-total absence of otherstream poetry appearing in the books and magazines published by college and university presses; (3) the near-total absence of any mention in books about poetry written by English professors that I’d read, or read reviews of, or browsed the table of contents of; (4) my never having heard from any of the many poets I know who produce otherstream poetry that they’d been invited to read at any college; (5) my having written many times in Internet discussion groups about the Establishment’s ignorance of the otherstream without anyone’s ever denying my argument (who had the slightest idea what kind of poetry otherstream poetry is); and much else of the same sort, such as Abramson’s own long dissertation-in-progress that seems to posit a war between opposing college and university faculties as having had something of consequence to do with the state of American poetry, but says just about nothing concerning otherstream poetry, which has grown and flourished in spite of its having been ignored by both faculty-groups Abramson seems to be talking about.

My final and greatest annoyance with Abramson is with his suggestion that “quite possibly Grumman designed his terms that way  (“poorly”) –and with that intention (assuring that “no one can ever quantify which poets or poetries or poems are ‘otherstream,’ so all cultural capital accruing to that term stays with Grumman”).  Now it happens that I am fanatically in favor of total freedom of speech, so I would never take poor Seth to court for his allegation.  I have to say, however, that statements like it are about the only verbal abuse that offends me.  In this case, if Abramson had read my response to Jake’s essay, he would have seen that I state with more than reasonable clarity pretty precisely what kinds of poetry my term refers to (i.e., a list of them “would include . . . visual poetry, sound poetry, performance poetry, contragenteel poetry, mathematical poetry, infra-verbal and grammar-centered poetry (the two main schools of genuine language poetry, cruptographic poetry, cyber poetry, and others I’ve forgotten about or missed”).  But even in my general definition I define what I mean with enough objectivity for anyone likely to read my writings or Abramson’s to know what poets or poetries or poems are “otherstream.”  I say otherstream poetries are poetries “of a kind that are not taught in college courses.”   How can anyone not know from this what I mean?  Go to a few colleges and list what kinds of poetry are taught there.  Compare it to a list of all the varieties of poetry currently composed in America.  If you find anything on your second list that is not on your first list, it is probably otherstream.  True, you would have to get samples of kinds of poetry taught from a great many colleges to be sure any particular kind of poetry was indeed otherstream.

Otherstream poets are poets who compose poetry “of a kind that are not taught in college courses”; and otherstream poems are “of a kind that are not taught in college courses.”  But, as previously stated, my definition is of kinds of poetries only.

Your biggest problem (and Abramson’s) is that the Establishment will keep you ignorant of all the varieties of poetry being composed so your list of all extant kinds of poetry will be defective.

Needless to say, I should not have said otherstream poetry is what’s “not taught in college courses,” but in my hurry to knock out my definition committed the common error of all-or-nothing.  I should have said otherstream poetry is what’s very rarely taught in colleges.  No, what I should have said is what I’ll be saying in my final definition, “To put it in brief, it is poetry that not more than twenty of our country’s junior college, college and university literature teachers devotes any significant attention to (i.e., as much as five minutes of an entire course).”  I claim that almost any reasonable reader would have understood what I wrote to mean not what I said but what I must have meant if sane—since it wouldn’t be sane to claim no college taught any kind poetry however arcane.

It is now time to unveil my Final Definition of Otherstream Poetry:

“Otherstream” is my adjective for kinds of poetries that no more than twenty or thirty members of the contemporary American Poetry Establishment, as previous defined, have any significant knowledge of.  To put it in brief, it is poetry that not more than twenty of our country’s junior college, college and university literature teachers devotes any significant attention to (i.e., as much as five minutes of an entire course).  To specifically list the current kinds of otherstream literature is difficult because of their lack of recognition, but my best list at the moment is visual poetry, sound poetry, performance poetry, contragenteel poetry, mathematical poetry, cyber poetry, infra-verbal and grammar-centered poetry (the two main schools of genuine language poetry), polylingual poetry almost certainly other I can’t think of at the moment or don’t know about.  I might add that there are a number of varieties of some of these, particularly of visual poetry.

 It is the opposite of “Mainstream,” which is mine and many others’ adjective for all the kinds of poetry sanctioned by the Establishment—in the words of Charles, Bernstein, it is our country’s “Official Verse Culture.”  The mainstream, to go on, is the kind poetry that takes up 99% of the time devoted to the teaching of poetry at 99% of the junior colleges, colleges and universities in the U.S.  It is the kind of poetry poetry critics more than 500 Americans have heard of write about 99.9% of the time.  It is the kind of poetry 101%–ooops, I mean 99.99% of the money cultural foundations award poets.  It is the kind of poetry that takes up 99.67% of the pages of every poetry anthology or poetry collection that is published in America that reaches more than 500 people.

Because there are kinds of poetry well-known to, or at least somewhat known to, but pretty much ignored by members of the establishment such as the haiku, I distinguish it from both the mainstream and the otherstream as the “minorstream.”  I suspect, though that more American poets compose, and more people love, minorstream poetry, which includes narrative poetry in the tradition of Robert W. Service, than mainstream poetry.

One last bit of news: Jeffrey Side is also taking on Abramson, who attacked his introduction of the Berry essay. His thrashing of Abramson is here.

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Entry 465 — A Long Walk « POETICKS

Entry 465 — A Long Walk

I walked four miles today. My physical therapist and my surgeon are agreed that I shouldn’t walk more than half a mile. But I had somewhere to go, and have this weird self-belief in my ability to walk. I don’t have the same self-belief in any other physical ability so haven’t done and won’t do anything else I’m not supposed to. I’m not sure what my point is–maybe something about  aconceptual knowledge versus conceptual expertise.

But also to explain why I’m too tired to say more, today, about William Logan in the latest issue of New Criterion except that he has finally actually written about a poet I consider avant-garde (albeit, barely), Rae Armantrout. I guess he had to since she’s a Pulitzer Prize winner and has been a member of the Academy of American Poets and otherwise credentialed for quite a while. He pans her, of course. Ignorantly, of course. Okay, semi-ignorantly. The main thing is that he discusses her–for over a page. Bringing the New Criterion briefly up to 1980.

He also discusses Wilbur’s latest, but I only read the part about Armantrout. Tired. I’ll read the rest of Logan’s commentary, though–I read every word of every issue of the New Criterion. I figure it gives me a good anchor in 1950 to sail into newer things from. I truly wish there were a magazine around as good about 2000 as it is about 1950 (and cultural figures repeating it in 2011).

Later Note:  The book was Broken English, by Heather McHugh.  It showed up.  I had left it in the car of the friends who’d driven me home from the healthcare center with a lot of other stuff in a large shopping bag.  I guess I’m glad I found it.  I’m very glad of the stuff that turned up with it, which included some magazines and two other books that it would have driven me beserk to have looked for and not found.  I wasn’t totally stupid, by the way: I called Linda, my ride home, and asked her to check her car.

One Response to “Entry 465 — A Long Walk”

  1. Ed Baker says:

    hey

    hang in, Man as,
    I too spend most of my time (now) looking for things “lost”
    &usually find them in the last place that I left them..

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    I wrote a poem/ a fragment back in 1968 I KNOW that
    I did
    as I remember it
    is on a slip of yellow legal pad-paper

    again

    hang in & keepontruckin and

    I’ll write again when I have less time…

    look for me in the funnies !

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Entry 452 — Myth « POETICKS

Entry 452 — Myth

When reading at Geof’s blog that he considers “greatness” a “myth,” I was reminded of my sadness at the nullinguists’ destruction of the word, “myth.”  It used to mean the achievement of something beyond the power of mortals, but gloriously true beyond the empirically real that those without imaginations are stuck in.  Jason’s winning of the golden fleece that I read about in one of the best Christmas presents I ever got, a copy of The Golden Book of Myths (or some such) that my brother Bill gave me when I was around ten, for example.   Now “myth” only means some view of life the person using the word doesn’t accept.

Putting together a dictionary of wonderful words lost to nullinguism like “marriage,” “gay,” “impact,” “poetry,” “genius” would be a worthwhile project–except that I suppose, although it seems like they outnumber the good words retained (so far), there really aren’t very many such words.

As for “greatness,” it is by definition unarguably a fact, the definition being some person’s achievement of something people admire, enjoy and celebrate centuries after the person has died.  It may make me look sadly unrealistic but it’s something I’ve striven for since I was six or seven, although I wouldn’t have known enough to describe it as such until my middle teens.  The only reason I didn’t strive for it before then was that I hadn’t yet learned I didn’t already have it.

Confession: I have not given up, probably can’t give up, the notion that I may yet gain it, or already have.

Excelsior!

 

 

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