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Entry 1028 — Halaf Culture

Thursday, February 28th, 2013

Halaf Culture

In about 6000 B.C. the Hassuna culture in northern Mesopotamia was replaced by the Halaf culture.  Its origins are uncertain, but it seems to have developed in the same area as the Hassuna culture.  The Halaf culture survived some 600 years and spread out to over all of present-day northern Iraq and Syria, exerting an influence that reached as far as the Mediterranean coast and the highlands of the central Zagros. In some ways, however, it was outside the mainstream of development.

The plants grown were the same as in the preceding Hassuna and Samarra periods: einkorn, emmer and hexaploid wheat, two-row hulled and six-row naked and hulled barley, lentils, bitter vetch, chickpeas and flax. The distribution of Halaf settlements lay within the
area of dry farming so that most of the agriculture was probably 
carried out without the aid of large-scale irrigation. Domestic animals included the typical five species-sheep, goats, cattle, pigs and dogs-but also wild animals were hunted.

During the Halaf period people abandoned the rectangular many-roomed houses in favor of a return to round huts, called tholoi. These varied in size from about 3 to 7 meters in diameter and are believed to have housed families of one set of parents and their children. The entrance was through a gap in the outer wall, but the design varied. Often a rectangular annex was added to the circular structure. At Arpachiyeh, round buildings with long annexes formed keyhole-shaped structures almost 20 meters long with stone walls over 1.5 meters thick.

Originally the Arpachiyeh buildings were believed to be special and used for some religious ritual. However, excavations at Yarim Tepe II have suggested that most of the tholoi were used as domestic dwellings, as the rectangular chambers were entered from the circular room and did not serve as an entrance passageway as in an igloo. The tholoi were made of mud, mud-brick or stone and possibly had a domed roof. However, those at Yarim Tepe II had walls that were only 25 centimeters thick and may have been roofed using timber beams.

Tholoi have been found throughout the range of the Halaf culture, from the upper Euphrates near Carchemish to the Hamrin basin on the Iraq-Iran border. As well as having circular dwelling houses, however, the earliest and latest Halaf levels at Arpachiyeh included rectangular architecture. One such building at the latest level had been burned, with its contents left in situ. On the floor were numerous pottery vessels, many of them beautifully decorated. There were also stone vessels, jewelry, figurines and amulets as well as thousands of flint and obsidian tools. Much of the pottery and jewelry lay beside the walls, on top of charred wood that had probably been shelves. The building was at first thought to be a potter’s workshop, but that did not explain the presence of all the precious materials. It might have been a storeroom for the community’s wealth or the treasury of a local chief. In any event, there was a remarkable concentration of wealth in this one building. Yarim Tepe also had some rectangular buildings, some of which were storerooms or houses while others, which had no distinctive plan and contained no domestic debris, had possibly been public buildings.

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I suspect some of you will be wondering why I posted the above.   One reason for it is my standard quickness to post anything that’s easy to post.  But I also posted it because, as I was reading it (on pages 48 and 49 of Michaell Roaf’s Cultural Atlas of Mesopotamia and the Ancient Near East), I was filled with near-religious combination of awe and pleasure–just like when connecting to one of Marton Koppany’s poems, in fact!!!  I thought it an excellent example of the value of what I call informrature, and the fact that is is not necessarily inferior to poetry, just different.  Although, yes, the best poetry takes much more skill to create than the informrature I quote here, which is only journalism.  Informrature at the level of The Origin of Species can produce as much pleasure as the best poetry, though.  More exactly, I would claim that Darwin’s book caused its earliest prepared readers to enjoy it as much as Wordsworth’s The Prelude caused its earliest prepared readers.

That “prepared” is essential to the truth of what I am saying: I got what I did from the passage from the atlas because it read it during a peculiar moment of High Preparation (slightly helped by a caffeine pill I’d taken ten or fifteen minutes earlier because I felt so sleepy too many hours before bedtime).  The High Preparation was caused by many different things.  One of them was my having read 47 pages about Mesopotamia, and looked at the many neato photographs and drawings on them.  Another was all that I’ve read about ancient civilizations.  I was simply ready to feel the size and grandeur of the time and geography as both a moment and a period that I was reading about fusedly.  Okay, let me try to express it more calmly.  I suddenly felt the absolute banality of what I was reading about: the list of foodstuffs; the goats, sheep, etc; the ordinary families in ordinary dwellings; the trinkets, pottery, figurines, etc., all in a little piece of land, really, in a little almost static piece of time.

I absolutely believe in, and almost worship, Cultural Progress, and here, after reading of previous Near Eastern cultures to come upon one I’d never heard of, which was almost certainly very minor, but a tributary, thrilled me.

I think, too, I’m a bit burned out as an artist and verosopher.  After my reading in the atlas, my mind drifted into a daydream of taking a year off from all mental endeavors and just reading books like it.  I can’t.  But maybe a compromise is possible.  I’ll probably have to keep a good supply of caffeine pills on hand.  I have to keep telling myself there’s nothing wrong with countering an obviously endocrinological deficiency with them, the way I take thyroid pills to aid my deficient thyroid gland.

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Entry 1757 — My New Blog Set-Up « POETICKS

Entry 1757 — My New Blog Set-Up

My new blog’s homepage, which I hope will allow you a choice of four blogs, is here. It is operational, but the three new blogs have nothing in them yet. I consider it an achievement that I even have it to the stage it is now at.

I’d appreciate it if you would click “here” and then go to any of the three new blogs you think you may bisit again when there’s something at them.  That will give me at least a little idea of what kind of nuts come here.  Thanks!

A second entry point can be found in my Pages to the right as “Bob Grumman BLOGS.”

Now to celebrate the first day of my Blog-Quartet, below is my latest visual poem, thought of and rendered in full yesterday.  Not very original, but it won’t be a stand-alone but the dividend of a long division poem now complete but for the rendering.  It uses the notes I had here a few days ago . . . no, almost two weeks ago.

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Entry 1596 — My Cover Poem

Thursday, October 9th, 2014

Directly below is the cover featuring the design Craig Kaplan and I came up with for the latest issue of The Journal of Mathematics and the Arts.  Beneath it, from the bottom up, are my initial rough draft for the cover, then two drafts of mine (from several) combining ideas of Craig’s and mine.  The poem is my “Mathemaku No. 10.”

FrontCover

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BottomSequence2

 

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From down&dirty to fairly high-grade commercial art, it seems to me.  Two equal but different expressions of aesthetic taste.  If we had gone with my initial version, I would have wanted to boost its resolution and possibly made the heart-sequence more like the sequence in the one just above it–i.e., made the upward movement less predictable.  I hadn’t realized when I made my first version that the lay-out of the cover was rigidly the way it is in the top image: image in square to top right, name of publication, image in square to bottom right.  I’d have a single image take up the entire page with the publication data on top of it around two thirds of the way up.    Different strolks for different fokes.  Also a good demonstration of why I’ve never made any money from what I’ve done in the arts.
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Entry 1160 — Commercial Art Specimen

Tuesday, July 23rd, 2013

I’ve always said that many commercial artists do work as good as “real artists.”  The difference is simply their central goal, which is to persuade someone to buy something, however much they may at times also want to create a thing of beauty.  So they are not making art, they are making advocature.  I find the label below a wonderful specimen of advocary visiotextual art, but not of advocary visual poetry.  A main reason I’m posting is to again make a point about what visual poetry is and is not.  This is just an ornamented word.  Excuse please, I should say that this is a beautifully-ornamented word, and one should be grateful for it, but that a visual poem, even an advocary visual poem, will do much more.  Now if my creative brain hadn’t blown all sixteen of its fuses last year, with no new shipments of fuses due from Uranus until my next life, I’d show you what the melloyello logo would look like as a genuine advocary visual poem.  That not being possible, I’ll just say it’d do something to make its visual appearance a metaphor for its text.

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On the other hand, the lemon and orange slices seem pretty close to o’s–citrically mellowing beyond the o’s ending the text’s two words . . .  Note: I think I couldda made a lot of money in advertising.

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Entry 443 — I’m Still Here « POETICKS

Entry 443 — I’m Still Here

Just a little news bulletin to let people know I’m still around.

1. I’m scheduled for hip replacement surgery 1 June.

2. I just popped off at the Poetry magazine site against a review of recent books by Marjorie Perloff and Reginald Shepherd, Unorginal Genius and A Martian Muse, ” which–according to Robert Archabeau, Poetry’s fatuous reviewer– “have wonderful moments, and at their best each shows us a remarkable critical mind at work.”  I aired my usual gripe, that the Establishment is ignoring my kind of poetry.   I seem to have a need to do this every month or so–to become at least a smudge on the Surface of American Culture.  I can’t simply ignore it.

 

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Entry 546 — I’m Back Home, and in Good shape « POETICKS

Entry 546 — I’m Back Home, and in Good shape

I walked to the hospital (about ) 2 miles from my home, getting there at a little after 5 AM.  My appointment was for 5:30.  My friend Linda got me home at a little after 10 AM, even though we made two small trips, one to the drugstore and one to Staples so I could buy cover stock for Marton’s book.  My surgeon had told me he’d talk to me after the procedure, but he didn’t.  I’m sure things went okay, though; otherwise, I’d not have been let go.  One disappointment–I have to wear a catheter for six days rather than the two I’d been told I’d have to.

I’m pretty tired, this time for the legitimate reason that I only slept a half-an-hour last night.  I didn’t feel particularly edgy, for I wasn’t anxious about the procedure.  Maybe my body was.  Stress affects it much more than it affects the part of my brain the brain calls “me.”   As is often the case when I have insomnia, I had quite a few ideas.  One of them was a refinement of my long-held belief that it’s unfair to hold an innovative poem to the same standards of clarity a conventional poem is held to since the former is likely only clear because one reading it has been educated in the reading of such poems since nursery school or earlier, and has (probably) not been exposed to anything like what he needs to have been to find an innovative poem clear. 

 The refinement is a new term: “the clarity-to-exposure ratio.”  Or how clear a poem is to an engagent on a scale of, say, one to a hundred, and how much exposure he’s had to poems of its kind on the same scale.  Hence, a poem by Frost may have a clarity rating of 95, but an exposure rating of 95, as well, because of what school teachers have taught him about formal verse, and his memory of nursery rhymes, and much else.  One of my mathemaku may have a clarity rating of 8 (because it will have understandable words and recognizable mathematical symbols and, perhaps, recognizable graphic images).  It may have the same c-to-e ratio as the Frost poem, though, if its exposure rating is only 8,which it could well be because no such poems will have been taught to its engagent. 

Offhand, I would say a poem approaches ideal clarity to the degree its clarity-to-exposure ratio approaches point nine.  After its exposure rating has reached 100.  I make point nine (or some such figure)  the ideal because perfect clarity is boring.  That I consider a fact of aesthetics, not an opinion.

 

 

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Entry 515 — The Null Zone: Still Dominant « POETICKS

Entry 515 — The Null Zone: Still Dominant

I actually got two-and-a-half brief reviews done yesterday.  None even started yet today although it’s a little after three in the afternoon.  Forty minutes ago I took two APCs, so maybe I’ll get going now. 

I have nothing much to write about today, just some old thoughts about world cultural peaks.  I think about them fairly often, mostly when comparing my country against others, with the low evaluation of it of so many liberals in mind.  While I do believe America is the greatest nation in the world right now, and has been for over a century, I feel it has only achieved one cultural peak, the period from around 1910 until 1960 in poetry.  Well, maybe also a technological one I’d call the Edison Era.  Getting back to the poetic period, it required many more people than England from around 1810 until 1840 had when England had its one great period of poetry.  (Elizabethan England achieved maximal greatness in the drama, not poetry, in my view.)   I don’t know of any other nations’ comparable poetic peaks but I’m not dumb enough to imagine that isn’t almost entirely due to my ignorance.   

Actually, I don’t really think of the recent peaking of anglophonic poetry in America as belonging culturally to America, but to the British Empire.  In any event, I always wonder in conjunction with my admiration of that period, how my period compares.  I don’t think anything much was going on in anglophonic poetry between 1960 and 1990, although the next period of superior poetry was shaping up then.  From 1990 til now, anglophonic poetry has been sizzling, I’m sure of that.  It’s been at least an orderof magnitude better than the poetry of the preceding 30 years.  Whether it has gotten or will get to the level or the early twentieth centure period, I can’t say.  Don’t know enough about it, and am too close to it to be as objective as I should be.  Certainly its poetry has been by far the most varied, the most valuably varied, poetry ever.  If it’s a lesser period, it will be because most of its best poets have been too esoteric.  It lacks its Yeatses and Frosts, although I hold Richard Wilbur in high esteem.  And the sonnets of Michael Snider.  In fact, there are probably many excellent “Frosts” out there I’ve been too busy with my own poetry to know much about.   And many of our most unconventional poets have composed first-rate, accessible (or reasonably accessible) conventional poetry, too.  The first name that occurs to me is Sheila Murphy.  Karl Kempton and Geof Huth, as well.  Who knows, too, how “accessible” posterity will find the now seemingly difficult work of others.  I must remember to live to the age of 130 to find out.

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Entry 1456 — Small Rant Against Euphemophilia « POETICKS

Entry 1456 — Small Rant Against Euphemophilia

Bambi’s mother told him that if he couldn’t say something nice, he should say nothing, at all.  That was sixty or seventy years ago.  The thought is outdated now.  The American ruling class, and their publicity department (the American media), would say, “If you can’t think something nice, turn yourself in (to a reputable professional, of course) for counseling.  This is stupid in too many different ways for me to unfume enough to deal with it without revealing myself as every possible kind of black-hearted sub-human.  But I’ll point out one major way it is stupid, anyway: that once we can only tell others that they are wonderful (for fear of ostracism or legal punishment), there are bound to be people with unusually big hearts who will start telling others they are super-wonderful, and before you know it, the quickest-witted hyper-offendables will take action against those who have called them wonderful–i.e., inferior to the super-wonderful.

These kinds of thoughts I should just reserve for my private diary, but I gotta put something here daily!  I also feel obligated to other members of posterity here already to show them they aren’t alone.  Yes, weird that I would think of myself acting as a member of future generations by expressing views of of generations dead when I was born.

I should shut up but I have so little instinct for self-preservation, I can’t.  So I have to tell you I consider euphemophilia a synonym for what I just found out is “misandry,” hatred of men.  Interesting that you never hear of anyone accused of that. “Misandry” is crummy sounding so I’m going to use “mistestostergy” instead.  And now I really must yank myself outta here . . . except, alas, to make one more archaically self-deluded remark: I do not consider myself even close to being a misogynist.  But, remember, I don’t consider myself close to being homophobic, either, although I don’t think homosexuals should call their variety of marriage “marriage.”  And I refuse to call them “gays.”

really gotta yank myself outta here.  Will it help if I say I don’t respect our president’s intelligence, but don’t respect it less than I respect the previous president’s?

No one’s ever said I had a death-wish, but maybe I have.  (Some have suggested I seem to seek failure, which may be true although, frankly, I don’t believe it is.)  Okay–I go!

Note: I did go.  I’m back now only to say I just named “sexism” as on of the categories this entry belongs in.  I’m curious if that will draw visitors.  Why I would want it to would be a question for my shrink if I weren’t too benighted to believe in shrinks.

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Entry 385 — My Most-Used Coinage

Monday, February 21st, 2011

On 2/21/2011 3:21 AM, Jake Berry wrote:

Bob,    Hope this finds you well. I'm working on an essay and I'd like to  use your term 'otherstream', but I want to quote your definition  of the word directly. I haven't been able to find it on the internet  and I have no idea where it might be among all my books and papers.  So how would you define it?    Best,  Jake  

Terrific hearing from you, Jake–although it makes me feel guilty by reminding me of what a horrible correspondent I’ve been for going on ten years or more.  So many people I haven’t kept in touch with but should have!  Although I do keep up with you on the Internet.

Ah, the old days when I was one of the Kings of the  . . . Otherstream because I owned my own Xerox!  I’ve had some ungood years since then.  2010 was possibly the worst year I’ve had in thirty years.  But this year, so far, is going pretty well, although right now I’m in my null zone again.

Maybe not–your e.mail has me at least partway out of it.  Great to know someone still likes my coinage, and it was fun doing my own search for it on the Internet.  I found an article about Dale Jensen and his wife, Judy Wells, in which the term was used, followed by a comment by Jack Foley (good ol’ Jack) declaring that Andrew Joron had not coined “otherstream,” Bob Grumman had!

Somewhere else some guy took credit for coining it in 1996. My guess is that I first used it around 1985, so it has just has its 25th anniversary.  If I, indeed, was the first to use it.  Who knows if I did or not.  I don’t care.  I mean, it’d be nice to know for sure some word that more than a few people use was my word, but I’m really not that big about getting credit.  I want money, not credit!

Oh, I also found out there are various businesses calling themselves “otherstream” this or that, including, I think, a broadcast network.

So, a definition.  I’ve defined it in different although similar ways.  I think I would say that “otherstream” is my adjective for kinds 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 that’s now taught in college classes.  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.  I don’t think cowboy poems are considered mainstream, either, or though fairly popular.  I used it mainly for visual poetry, sound poetry and language poetry when I began using it, but some language poetry has become mainstream.

Hope this helps.  Thanks for wanting to use the word, which I think is a useful one.  And for inspiring me to write what I have here, which I can now use for today’s entry in my blog!  Make sure to link me to your essay when it’s online, or send it to me if it’s printed–with the hundred dollar royalty fee I charge for the use of any of my coinages.  (You can use “knownstream,” also mine, for half-price.)

all best, Bob

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Entry 1456 — Small Rant Against Euphemophilia

Saturday, May 17th, 2014

Bambi’s mother told him that if he couldn’t say something nice, he should say nothing, at all.  That was sixty or seventy years ago.  The thought is outdated now.  The American ruling class, and their publicity department (the American media), would say, “If you can’t think something nice, turn yourself in (to a reputable professional, of course) for counseling.  This is stupid in too many different ways for me to unfume enough to deal with it without revealing myself as every possible kind of black-hearted sub-human.  But I’ll point out one major way it is stupid, anyway: that once we can only tell others that they are wonderful (for fear of ostracism or legal punishment), there are bound to be people with unusually big hearts who will start telling others they are super-wonderful, and before you know it, the quickest-witted hyper-offendables will take action against those who have called them wonderful–i.e., inferior to the super-wonderful.

These kinds of thoughts I should just reserve for my private diary, but I gotta put something here daily!  I also feel obligated to other members of posterity here already to show them they aren’t alone.  Yes, weird that I would think of myself acting as a member of future generations by expressing views of of generations dead when I was born.

I should shut up but I have so little instinct for self-preservation, I can’t.  So I have to tell you I consider euphemophilia a synonym for what I just found out is “misandry,” hatred of men.  Interesting that you never hear of anyone accused of that. “Misandry” is crummy sounding so I’m going to use “mistestostergy” instead.  And now I really must yank myself outta here . . . except, alas, to make one more archaically self-deluded remark: I do not consider myself even close to being a misogynist.  But, remember, I don’t consider myself close to being homophobic, either, although I don’t think homosexuals should call their variety of marriage “marriage.”  And I refuse to call them “gays.”

really gotta yank myself outta here.  Will it help if I say I don’t respect our president’s intelligence, but don’t respect it less than I respect the previous president’s?

No one’s ever said I had a death-wish, but maybe I have.  (Some have suggested I seem to seek failure, which may be true although, frankly, I don’t believe it is.)  Okay–I go!

Note: I did go.  I’m back now only to say I just named “sexism” as on of the categories this entry belongs in.  I’m curious if that will draw visitors.  Why I would want it to would be a question for my shrink if I weren’t too benighted to believe in shrinks.

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Entry 478 — Another Weak Hello « POETICKS

Entry 478 — Another Weak Hello

I’ve been bumbling along making very slow progress with my hip.  I’ve actually sort of run a few times while playing senior tennis.  I’m riding my bike again, too, although I’m not supposed to, the experts believing I might fall and mess up my hip.  No chance.  Psychologically, I’m still screwed up: I’m sleeping okay after three bad nights in a row, but continue to want to take a nap almost all the time.  (And rarely am able to fall asleep once I’ve lain down.)

I’m in a moderately pleased state of mind right now, though, because I’ve gotten 18 framed visiotextual works of mine ready for display at the local library.  I’ve decided nine are world-class, and all but three of the others not too far from world-class.  None of the others is poor, just not all that great.

It’s always a relief to find one still likes what one did more than a few years ago.  I’m not that keen on some of my apprentice-pieces, but tend to like almost everything I’ve done over the past thirty years–and considered keepers when they were done.

I must have twenty or thirty fairly completely sketches of poems I thought would be terrific when I sketched them but never followed through on.  Every once in a while I look through them.  Haven’t found one yet I think worth doing, or even stealing a piece from for a new work.

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