Entry 435 — The A/V Ratio « POETICKS

Entry 435 — The A/V Ratio

I’m not sure whether I’m back or not, but I’m working on an entry I believe will be one of my Valuable ones, and just made a post to New-Poetry I thought interesting enough to post  the following version of here:

Certain attempts at New-Poetry to explain why I post such disagreeable opinions at times inspired a thought: that everyone varies in the anthrocentricity/verosophy ratio of what he says and writes.  By this I mean that we all write with at least some aim of producing a certain reaction in others AND with at least some aim of expressing some truth as we see it, without regard for others’ reactions (except their versophical ones).   Those whose usual a/v ratio is, say, 80/20 will tend to think that those like me, whose usual a/v ratio is the opposite, speak and write to elicit reactions from others when in fact all we’re doing is saying what we think as exactly as possible (true, without making too many enemies).

I further think that many people, perhaps the majority of people, are incapable of predominantly versosophical thought, and thus have difficulty recognizing it in others.   I would add that an reasonably intelligent person’s a/v ratio will change, sometimes a great deal, depending on the situation.

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Entry 761 — Spilge

Wednesday, June 6th, 2012

I had a headache two hours ago (at 10 A.M.) so I took two APC’s, which have caffeine in them, and one of the pills I have with an opiate in it.  So now I feel very good.  I suspect I’m a bit looped, too, bcause of the second passage below.  (The first I wrote last night shortly after posting my blog for the day.)

One other reason textual elements are valuable in a design that I forgot to mention yesterday, maybe because so really really obvious, is that they are familiar to everyone, and familiar things will automatically give pleasure, unless too familiar.  In a textual design, though, non-representational imagery that is not familiar will generally rule, so the familiar shapes of letters and the like will provide welcome relief from that.

At Poetryetc, Chris Jones wrote: ” . . . and in my identity papers file I found another draft, a sonnet, which I thought I had lost. It is not a good move to keep poetry drafts with your ID papers in Australia… this way leads to jail. But all the same, the first draft of this sonnet was given as a wedding present to two lesbian friends (which was nice, as she kept stealing my fountain pens I used to write poetry while at work in a paid job. Okay, so they hired a poet. Get over it!)”

I was inspired to respond: “This is really stoopit, but I thought somebody at poetryetc might get a laugh out of it: when I read this post with ‘sonnet’ in its title, and came to the text, ‘my fountain pens,’ I read it as ‘my fourteen pens.’  Maybe my subconscious mind is telling me that I, as a visual poet, should compose sonnets using a different pen for each line?  More likely, I as a hard-nosed poetry critic who believes a sonnet must have fourteen lines, can’t think of anything else but that for hours after seeing the word, ‘sonnet.’”

I’m feeling good for other reasons.  One is that I learned that I can wear a soft contact on my right eye; I had thought it was too astigmatic for any kind of contact but a hard one that I didn’t want because grit from the dirty Florida air gets too easily under it when I’m riding my bike.  So I’m now wearing a soft contact lense on my right eye, and my far vision has been really sharp, after being just adequate for six or more months.  A second is that I may have attained urological normalcy after having leakage problems due to the raadddiiiiaaaaattttttiiiiiiioooooooonnnnnnnnn I got for my prostate cancer 14 years ago thanks to a device I just bought.  A third is that I found a gift from Spain in my post office box this morning–a book of visual poems and textual designs by J. M Callejo, This one took my fancy becauseI do a lot with cut-outs from dictionaries, too.who was the one who sent it to me.   Here’s one of his pieces:

 


I’m monolingual, so don’t know what any of words in the piece mean.  I tried working something out using a Spanish-to-English dictionary but could find almost none of those words in it.   Something to do with thinking?  Pensive reflection?  All I can say is the idea of a beetle, or whatever it is, coming on three scraps of paper, each with the same dictionary definition on it intrigues me.

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Entry 1745 — Denial

Saturday, March 7th, 2015

An “argument” far too often used in debates between the impassioned (I among them) is the assertion that one’s opponent is in denial.  “Denial,” I suddenly am aware, belongs on my list of words killed by nullinguists.  It has come to mean opposition to something it is impossible rationally to oppose.  When used in what I’ll a “sweeper epithet” (for want of knowing what the common term for it is, and I’m sure there is one) like “Holocaust-Denial” (a name given to some group of people believing in something), it has become a synonym for opposition to something it is impossible rationally to oppose–or morally to express opposition to!  Thus, when I describe those who reject Shakespeare as the author of the works attributed to him as “Shakespeare-Deniers,” I am (insanely) taken to mean that those I’m describing are evil as well as necessarily wrong.  Now, I do think them wrong, and even think they are mostly authoritarians, albeit benign ones, but I use the term to mean, simply, “those who deny that Shakespeare was Shakespeare.”

Or I would if not having the grain of fellow-feeling that I have, and therefore recognizing that small compromises with my love of maximally-accurate use of words due to the feelings of those not as able to become disinterested as I am may sometimes be wise.   Hence, I nearly always call Shakespeare-Deniers the term they seem to prefer: “Anti-Stratfordians.”  But I have now taken to call those that Anti-Stratfordians call “Stratfordians,” “Shakespeare-Affirmers.

(Note: now I have to add “disinterested” to be list of killed words, for I just checked the Internet to be sure it was the word I wanted here, and found that the Merriam Webster dictionary online did have that definition for it, but second to its definition as “uninterested!”  Completely disgusting.  Although, for all I know, my definition for it may be later than the stupid one; if so, it just means to me that it was improved, and I’m not against changing the language if the improvement is clearly for the better as here–since “disinterested” as “not interested” doesn’t do the job any better than “uninterested,” and can be used for something else that needs a word like it, and will work in that usage more sharply without contamination by vestiges of a second, inferior meaning.)

Of course, to get back to the word my main topic, “denial,” means the act of denial, and indicates only opposition, not anything about the intellectual validity or moral correctness of it.  Except in the pre-science of psychology where it means, “An unconscious defense mechanism characterized by refusal to acknowledge painful realities, thoughts, or feelings.”  I accept such a mechanism, but would prefer a better term be used for it.  For me it is a probably invariable component of a rigidniplex.  Hey, I already have a name for it: “uncontradictability.”

No, not quite.  It seems to me it is a mechanism automatically called into action against certain kinds of contradiction: facts that contradict the core-axiom of a rigidniplex, directly or, more likely, eventually.  Maybe “rigdenial,” (RIHJ deh ny ul)?   For now, at any rate.  Meaning; rigidnikal denial of something (usually a fact or the validity of an argument) due entirely to its threatening, or being perceived as a threat to) one’s rigidniplex, not its validity (although it could be true!).

When I began this entry, I planned just to list some of the kinds of what I’m now calling “rigdenial” there are, preparatory to (much later, and somewhere else) describing how it works according to knowlecular psychology.  I seem to have gotten carried away, and not due to one of the opium or caffeine pills I sometimes take.  I’ve gotten to my list now, though.  It is inspired by my bounce&flump with Paul Crowley, who sometimes seems nothing but a rigdenier.

Kinds of Rigdenial

1. The denied matter is a lie.

2. The denied matter is the result of the brainwashing the person attacking the rigidnik with it was exposed to in his home or school

3. The denied matter is insincere–that is, the person attacking the rigidnik with it is only pretending to believe it because the cultural establishment he is a part of would take his job away from him, or do something dire to him like call him names, if he revealed his true beliefs.

4. The denied matter lacks evidentiary support (and will, no matter how many attempts are made to demonstrate such support: e.g., Shakespeare’s name is on a title-page? Not good enough, his place of residence or birth must be there, too.  If it were, then some evidence that that person who put it there actually knew Shakespeare personally is required.  If evidence of that were available, then court documents verifying it signed by a certain number of witnesses would be required.  Eventually evidence that it could not all be part of some incredible conspiracy may be required.

5. The denied matter has been provided by people with a vested interest in the rigidnik’s beliefs being invalidated.

6. The denied matter is obvious lunacy, like a belief in Santa Claus.

7. The rigidnik has already disproved the denied matter.

8. The person advancing the denied matter lacks the qualifications to do so.

9. The rigidnik, as an authority in the relevant field finds the denied matter irrelevant.

10. The rigidnik interprets the meaning of the words in a denied text in such a way as to reverse their apparent meaning.  (a form of wishlexia, or taking a text to mean what you want it to rather than which it says)

11. One form of rignial (as I now want to call it) is simple change-of-subject, or evasion.

12. Others.

I got tired.  Some of the above are repetitious, some don’t belong, others have other defects.  Almost all of them are also examples of illogic.  But the list is just a start.  I’ll add more items to it when next facing Paul–who has a long rejoinder to the post I just had here.

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Entry 1686 — Of Mine Lingual Snobbery

Thursday, January 8th, 2015

Language Note: As some of you know, I’ve long expressed dismay at the way our language is being regimented: for example, it’s less and less dive/dove, or weave/wove, or light/lit, etc., but dive/dived; weave/weaved and light/lighted.  But the other day I noticed the use of “drug” as the past of “drag” and was bothered by it.  Consequently, I became bothered by my inconsistency, and recalled that I don’t like “brung” as the past of bring, either–although “thunk” as the past of “think” sounds fine to me!  Basically, however, I am a language snob: I applaud middle-class but not lower-class variety of tenses.

Wait, I can excuse my dislike of “brung” because it replaces “brought,” not “bringed.”  Similarly, “thunk,” is a superfluous variation since “think” already regularizes to “thought.”

I think the worst regularization is the one making the past tense of “wreak” “wreaked.”  “Wrought” is such a wonder word, and carries so much of our past with it.

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I wonder why the verb, “to be,” is so unregular.  Is it our most irregular verb?  Why not “to is”: I is, you is, he is, they is, and I issed, you issed, he issed, they issed?  “To do,” a second verb I’d call central to the language, is not quite as interesting, but one of the verbs whose forms are twice-varied that I can think of, off-hand.   Swim, swam, swum.  There are probably a lot.  Sing, sang, sung.  Go, goes, gone.

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I had another tiring day: a (losing) senior men’s league match in the morning, two hours in a dental chair in the afternoon, followed by marketing.  So what I has brung you so far be it for today.  Tomorrow six thousand words on why there is no “fromday.”  (Just kidding.)

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Entry 1276 — Marriage, Morriage & Mirrorge

Thursday, November 21st, 2013

More coinages today, these socio-political, I’m afraid.  Worse, they have to do with perhaps my most unpopular political view, although it’s actually linguistic, not political: that only the union (preferably for life) of a male and a female should be called a “marriage.”  Not because I’m homophobic (although I do consider homosexuality a defect like my own bald-headedness, and other defects of the kind that no one is lucky enough entirely to avoid) but because of my philosophy of lexicography.

Actually, I don’t mean lexicography, but don’t know the term for one who defines words.  Lexicographers do this, but much else.  I need a specific term.  On the internet, I found “orismology,” in the title of an article whose author called it “defining words,” but my dictionary defines it as defining scientific terms, and a further search of the Internet agrees with this definition.  So, I now have a term that’s too specific.

But that’s great! Now I’m free to make up my own word!  “Definer?”  “Meaningwright?”  That’s classier.  I’ll use it, for now.  No, I won’t.  I can’t think of what the craft of  “meaningwrighting” w0uld be called.  No matter, I just thought of a better term: “definitionsetter.”  Definitionsetting is what he does.  So, now not to my philosophy of lexicography, but to my philosophy of definitionsetting, as to why I’m against calling the life-long union of two males or two females a “marriage.”

One rule I go by as a definitionsetter is simple: to allow a word strictly to mean one specific significant thing only, the goal being to define it in such a way as to be able to use it to distinguish a given thing as fully as possible from  everything it is not.  Am I against generalities?  Only those  that fail to distinguish one set of  like things from a second that is significantly different from it.

Perhaps I should have begun with primary words–I’m sure there’s some name for them in formal linguistics, and that I should know it.  But this is a rough draft and I don’t feel like hunting it up.  What I mean by such words is words that have only one meaning.

On second thought, maybe there is no term for such words because there are no such words.  That is, it may be that there is no thing that cannot be broken down into subthings.  But there are words for what most people would consider specific things–my friend Marty’s Jaguar, for instance–and words most people would consider generalities, like “automobiles.”

I think the point I’m bumbling toward is really that we need to break generalities down to a reasonable specific–make the generality a generality-word denotes maximally specific.

I think what I’ve for years been trying to do as a definitionsetter with the term, “visual poetry,” will help show what I mean.  It ought not mean artworks significantly consisting of both meaningful graphics and meaningful words (semantically-meaningful words) AND artworks significantly consisting of meaningful graphics and textual matter that is not semantically meaningful but no semantically meaningful words because the two kinds of artworks are significantly different in kind–in a way almost anyone can objectively perceive.

My reason for opposing the definition of marriage for both the union of a male and a female and the union of two people of the same biological sex is exactly the same: I’m against using one word for two extremely different ways, however also related they may be in some ways.

I’m fading, so will close now.  More on this tomorrow.

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Entry 1275 — “Anthrofaction” Gets Siblings

Wednesday, November 20th, 2013

In yesterday’s entry of my blog, I wrote of ” . . .  my latest coinage, ‘anthrofaction,’ a merging of ‘anthro’ (meaning related to human concerns) and ‘satisfaction.’” This, I went on to say, was “something art provides besides beauty.  As it does ‘triumphance,’ or whatever I know I coined several years ago for the feeling of accomplishment winning gives healthy people.”  Later I decided to call “triumphance,” or whatever else I may have called “that which causes sagaceptual pleasure, “triumphaction,” (TRI uhm fahk shuhn).”

Upon still further reflection, motivated in no small part by my continuing desire to refine the meaning of “beauty”–reduce it to its smallest essence, to be specific–I separated the “verosophical pleasure (that is) the result of the perception of some abstract pattern’s underlying a solution to a verosophical question (of any size)” from the verosophical pleasure resulting from “the recognition that the solution is right,” and called that which causes the latter, “perceptifaction” (for “a satisfying [intellectual as opposed to sensual] perception), which, I went on to ordain, was not a kind of beauty.

ERROR NOTIFICATION (because I’m too lazy to go back and revise what I said yesterday and so far today, and because posterity will be delighted to see how I went wrong but then corrected myself): I’ve been confusing my different kinds of pleasure with the stimuli that cause them.  What follows ought to get things right.

At this point I have two kinds of beauty: concrete sensual beauty that all effective works of art have but no verosophical works do (to any significant degree), and abstract asensual beauty (symmetry, elegance, mathematical patterning, and other attributes that are not primary attributes like color and shape but secondary relationships that, frankly I haven’t pinned down very well yet but which seem intuitively to me to be different in kind from the color of the sky or song of birds).

Abstract Beauty causes a reducticeptual pleasure I am now (tentatively, because I almost always hope I or someone else will eventually improve my initial coinages) . . . Oops,  don’t think I have a term for it!  So, I have a lexicuum to come back to, if I can.  Another’s coming up.

Concrete Beauty causes a fundaceptual pleasure without a name yet.

The recognition that one is–interestingly, I must now put it to get closer to my idea of this–in verosophical coherence (consonant?) with reality (yes, I need a better expression of this) causes perceptifaction.   Its cause, I would now put it, is Verosophical Truth, if interesting enough.

That which seems to one to be (interestingly) right in one’s relationships with others, or oneself, causes anthrofaction.

A reasonably significant personal triumph, in real life or vicariously, causes triumphaction.

An effective artwork must express both abstract and concrete beauty, but can have one or more of the other three.  Wait.  I tentatively think an artwork can be effective without expressing abstract beauty, at least theoretically.  I can’t think of any I’d say have.

An effective work of verosophy must cause perceptifaction but may or may not express abstract beauty, although it usually will.  It will not express concrete beauty (to any significant degree).

Perceptifacton, anthrofaction and triumphaction are not kinds of beauty–although not necessarily inferior to beauty.

Abstract beauty is a secondary aim of both verosophy and art.

Have I gotten anywhere.  I’m not sure–except that what needs amplification is clearer to me now.

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Entry 607 — More from Spidertangle

Wednesday, December 28th, 2011

Later Vernon Frazer entered the discussion:

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

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

Bobbi Lurie again:

wittgenstein fan or not–

what is this?

is this vispo or not?

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

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

Nico was less sarcastic:

I wouldn’t tag it as such, no.

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

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

ME: Same response here.

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

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

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

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

Bobbi replied:

Thank you, Nico. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

thank you, Nico.

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

David Baratier was next up:

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

Miro was before vispo, so he is a precursor.

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

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

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

No doubt there will be more. 

Diary Entry

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

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Entry 485 — Another Politically-Incorrect Thought

Monday, August 22nd, 2011

 

It seems to me the word, “marriage,” should be reserved to describe better things than a man and a mirror.

(Note: a world without homosexuals would be a hundred times less worth living in than the present one.)

 

Entry 361 — Attitudes toward the Language

Friday, January 28th, 2011

The imbecile wants words to be meaningless so that everyone else will be as incapable of achieving understanding as he is.

The philogusher (lover of gush) wants words to mean just about anything so he can babble away to his heart’s content on any subject without worrying that others will try to get him to make sense.

The propagandist wants words to be ill-defined, if defined at all, so he can more readily use them to persuade people to do his bidding, by campaigning for political office in part by advocating support for “freedom of speech,” for instance, but meaning “freedom to say what is permitted.”

The aesthlinguist wants words to be defined by the masses because of his love for the beautifully polysemic confusion engendered by the language which the passive surrender of the definitional process to those least capable of making it an effective aid in the search for large understandings results in.

The verosopher wants words to be defined with maximal-accuracy (recognizing that they can’t be defined perfectly) so as to facilitate the  discovery and communication of increasingly valid understandings of existence.

Four kinds of nullinguists, one kind of verosolinguist.

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Entry 1110 — Commercial Visiotextual Art

Tuesday, June 4th, 2013

One of my very lazy entries, just two steals from ARTnews.

MoeBroker1

This one is an example of what many Spidertangle artists would call “asemic poetry,” but which, unlike just about everything with that tag, gets into New York galleries or the equivalent.  Why?  It certainly is no better than much of the pieces shown at Spidertangle, although I do like it–the colors and shapes much more than the scribbling.  Is it only because made by certified painters rather than people coming out of, or too associated with, poets.  For one thing, artists like Brooker never think of their work as poetry of any kind.

ArtTalkJune2013

A related example that I don’t at all like.  In the spirit of Jenny Holzer.  Yeah, makes yuh think but who in the world would hand it on their walls?  On the other hand, like the Weatherly Dixie Cups, these bookspines could work as elements of my long divisions.  That, needless to say, would complicate them beyond all possibility of being written up in ARTnews.

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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 1745 — Denial

Saturday, March 7th, 2015

An “argument” far too often used in debates between the impassioned (I among them) is the assertion that one’s opponent is in denial.  “Denial,” I suddenly am aware, belongs on my list of words killed by nullinguists.  It has come to mean opposition to something it is impossible rationally to oppose.  When used in what I’ll a “sweeper epithet” (for want of knowing what the common term for it is, and I’m sure there is one) like “Holocaust-Denial” (a name given to some group of people believing in something), it has become a synonym for opposition to something it is impossible rationally to oppose–or morally to express opposition to!  Thus, when I describe those who reject Shakespeare as the author of the works attributed to him as “Shakespeare-Deniers,” I am (insanely) taken to mean that those I’m describing are evil as well as necessarily wrong.  Now, I do think them wrong, and even think they are mostly authoritarians, albeit benign ones, but I use the term to mean, simply, “those who deny that Shakespeare was Shakespeare.”

Or I would if not having the grain of fellow-feeling that I have, and therefore recognizing that small compromises with my love of maximally-accurate use of words due to the feelings of those not as able to become disinterested as I am may sometimes be wise.   Hence, I nearly always call Shakespeare-Deniers the term they seem to prefer: “Anti-Stratfordians.”  But I have now taken to call those that Anti-Stratfordians call “Stratfordians,” “Shakespeare-Affirmers.

(Note: now I have to add “disinterested” to be list of killed words, for I just checked the Internet to be sure it was the word I wanted here, and found that the Merriam Webster dictionary online did have that definition for it, but second to its definition as “uninterested!”  Completely disgusting.  Although, for all I know, my definition for it may be later than the stupid one; if so, it just means to me that it was improved, and I’m not against changing the language if the improvement is clearly for the better as here–since “disinterested” as “not interested” doesn’t do the job any better than “uninterested,” and can be used for something else that needs a word like it, and will work in that usage more sharply without contamination by vestiges of a second, inferior meaning.)

Of course, to get back to the word my main topic, “denial,” means the act of denial, and indicates only opposition, not anything about the intellectual validity or moral correctness of it.  Except in the pre-science of psychology where it means, “An unconscious defense mechanism characterized by refusal to acknowledge painful realities, thoughts, or feelings.”  I accept such a mechanism, but would prefer a better term be used for it.  For me it is a probably invariable component of a rigidniplex.  Hey, I already have a name for it: “uncontradictability.”

No, not quite.  It seems to me it is a mechanism automatically called into action against certain kinds of contradiction: facts that contradict the core-axiom of a rigidniplex, directly or, more likely, eventually.  Maybe “rigdenial,” (RIHJ deh ny ul)?   For now, at any rate.  Meaning; rigidnikal denial of something (usually a fact or the validity of an argument) due entirely to its threatening, or being perceived as a threat to) one’s rigidniplex, not its validity (although it could be true!).

When I began this entry, I planned just to list some of the kinds of what I’m now calling “rigdenial” there are, preparatory to (much later, and somewhere else) describing how it works according to knowlecular psychology.  I seem to have gotten carried away, and not due to one of the opium or caffeine pills I sometimes take.  I’ve gotten to my list now, though.  It is inspired by my bounce&flump with Paul Crowley, who sometimes seems nothing but a rigdenier.

Kinds of Rigdenial

1. The denied matter is a lie.

2. The denied matter is the result of the brainwashing the person attacking the rigidnik with it was exposed to in his home or school

3. The denied matter is insincere–that is, the person attacking the rigidnik with it is only pretending to believe it because the cultural establishment he is a part of would take his job away from him, or do something dire to him like call him names, if he revealed his true beliefs.

4. The denied matter lacks evidentiary support (and will, no matter how many attempts are made to demonstrate such support: e.g., Shakespeare’s name is on a title-page? Not good enough, his place of residence or birth must be there, too.  If it were, then some evidence that that person who put it there actually knew Shakespeare personally is required.  If evidence of that were available, then court documents verifying it signed by a certain number of witnesses would be required.  Eventually evidence that it could not all be part of some incredible conspiracy may be required.

5. The denied matter has been provided by people with a vested interest in the rigidnik’s beliefs being invalidated.

6. The denied matter is obvious lunacy, like a belief in Santa Claus.

7. The rigidnik has already disproved the denied matter.

8. The person advancing the denied matter lacks the qualifications to do so.

9. The rigidnik, as an authority in the relevant field finds the denied matter irrelevant.

10. The rigidnik interprets the meaning of the words in a denied text in such a way as to reverse their apparent meaning.  (a form of wishlexia, or taking a text to mean what you want it to rather than which it says)

11. One form of rignial (as I now want to call it) is simple change-of-subject, or evasion.

12. Others.

I got tired.  Some of the above are repetitious, some don’t belong, others have other defects.  Almost all of them are also examples of illogic.  But the list is just a start.  I’ll add more items to it when next facing Paul–who has a long rejoinder to the post I just had here.

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Entry 1744 — An Organization for Culturateurs

Friday, March 6th, 2015

First something from a comment I made yesterday at HLAS when some wack brought up the quotation from Emerson cranks and others who can’t argue well love:

Emerson is a hero of mine, and I love “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.” But “With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall,” is insanely stupid–the way the writings of Foucault and the other French literary critics whose idiocy has dominated academic literary criticism in the US for so long are.  Perfect consistency is probably not possible, but maximal consistency–ULTIMATELY–is what all the largest minds try their best to end in, even Emerson, even if he might not have been aware of it in his need to be allowed to say anything he wanted to purely on the basis of how much he liked it rather than on the basis of how much reality it reflected.

“With consistency a philogusher (lover of gush) has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.”  Grumman, 5 March 2015

Better the shadow of himself he sees on the wall than one of himself that he sees on the side of a hairy green & purple unicorn eating marmalade in a thunderstorm on the moon.

–Bob G.  Hmm, I realize decades too late that I should have been signing myself “Bobb” rather than just “Bob.”

As for the “organization for culturateurs, it’s “The Academy of American Culturateurs.”  It does not yet exist, nor is it likely it ever will, at least not as anything more than an organization with just one member, ME.  I like the idea of it.  Its members would consist of all the culturateurs in America.  My definition of culturateur being “a person who makes a meaningful contribution to the culture of his time, that being either the arts, verosophy or technology,” and my definition of “meaningful” being at the level of Beethoven’s or Wagner’s to music, or Cummings’s to poetry (i.e., not the equivalent of simply composing great music or poetry but of also contributing something importantly new to one’s field),” its membership would not be large.  It would, of course, exclude anyone who had ever been rewarded in any significant way for his accomplishments by any of the country’s cultural establishments–a Pulitzer, say, or MacArthur grant.  Even a Guggenheim fellowship.  Okay, maybe this would keep one or two deserving culturateurs out whom some establishment had accidentally recognized as a mediocrity but the rule would be right too often not to use it.

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Entry 1739 — In the Eurekan Zone

Sunday, March 1st, 2015

I often write here about being in my null zone, or almost in it.  I guess I’ve mentioned a few times I’ve been in a good zone.  I rarely mention being in a good zone, though: I’m too involved with more important things to.  When I’m in my null-zone, though, I tend not to have anything else to write about.  Anyway, a few minutes ago, I was getting all kinds of ideas.  I was feeling energetic and enthusiastic.  It was like I felt for about an hour while writing about the rigidniplex.  Ergo, I should call where I was the “eurekan zone.”

I was not in it for long, not wholly in it for long.  I feel mentally in it at the moment, but physically in the null zone, and in a so-so mood.  My mood may be good enough to allow me to take care of the entry–if I can remember any of the ideas I had.

One was simply my counter to something I read in the latest issue of The New Criterion about how foolish so many thinkers were for believing that “a hard science of human affairs has been or soon will be achieved.”  I think a poor hard science of human affairs has been achieved, and that neurophysiological understandings will eventually make it equal as a science to chemistry in hardness, especially once academics are aware of my theory ( . . . I hope).

Gary Saul Morson, the writer whose words I quoted against the notion of hard science because if political science were a hard science, there would be no room for reasonable doubt for the same reason there is no room for reasonable doubt about most aspects of chemistry.  I find this no problem because (1) however hard a science is, it will never be complete, so there will always be important differences of opinion.

ns about aspects of it;  and (2) the axioms chosen to base a given hard science on will necessarily be a subjective matter, so squabbling at the roots of political science will always occur.

It may be exclusively the moral axioms of physical science that people will argue about, as they do now: for instance, which is better, a collectivist society or an individualistic one?  Answer: it would depend on whom you ask.  Security versus freedom.  The first is better for certain people, the second better for others.  Which is why our nation and others mix the two.  But how much of either is the right mix will always be debatable.

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I’m definitely out of my eurekan zone.  While briefly in it, I coined a few new terms, as I tend to do when I feel at my best.  One was “conclusory,” which consists of verosophical conclusions and the actions taken because of them.  I was thinking about the many people involved in the sciences who are not seeking important understandings of anything but using the conclusions such understandings lead to as the basis of technological accomplishments.  But that would mean they are working in technology, so “conclusory” is not needed.

“Techthetics” was my word for the equivalent field in Art.  It would be for the technological use of art for decoration.  I was trying to differentiation those artists who advance their art from mere “techthetists” who just use received art to make salable paintings that go nowhere man has not been before.  But the umbrella term “technology” covers such people as readily as it covers those whose field is applied science.  So, good-bye “techthetics.”

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Entry 1731 — Some of My Internetting Today

Saturday, February 21st, 2015

I stole the following from my friend Lynne Kositsky’s Facebook page:

KafkaSaying

I was there on Shakespeare-Authorship-Question (SAQ) business.  Here’s what I wrote:

Hey, I see you’re at “Self-Employed,” Lynne. I used to be there, to, but am now at “Self-Fired.” The reason I came here, though (nice site, by the way), is to ask what I hope you won’t consider an impertinent authorship question: would you agree with me that Kevin Orlin Johnson is detrimental to Oxfordianism and that his being almost unanimously agreed with (and praised!) by his fellow Oxfordians could cost Oxfordianism credibility with anyone neutral who happened to see the thread his post is in? Some Oxfordian should gently help him toward a bit more reasonability, it seems to me.

(In case you forgetted, I am on record as accepting that there IS evidence for Oxford as the True Author: for instance, his being named a playwright. Many, perhaps most, of my authorship colleagues would not count this as evidence, but it puts him in a fairly small group of people known to be able to write the kind of thing the True Author did, if not necessarily as well as he did [and I, again unlike my colleagues, am unwilling to say Oxford’s known writings indicate he could not have been the True Author, because we do not yet, in my view, have an objective way to indicate that].

I believe in a hierarchy of evidence (for demonstrating that a given person did X) that begins with data that makes him one of, say, ten thousand who are the only ones in the world who could have done X, and goes up to data that makes the person one in one who could have. But that does not end the matter. I believe that data that makes the person one among only one who could have done X should then be arranged in a hierarchy going from anecdotal data, say, through impersonal data on up to the testimony of ten thousand or more witnesses who personally know the given person, and say they personally saw him do X. Or the like. This part of my analysis of kinds of evidence gets complicated.

I think too few on either side of the SAQ think very deeply about what evidence is and isn’t. I feel I still have quite a way to go before I can consider myself on top of the subject.

There, lucky you: a whole bunch of words from me, none of them insulting (I hope).

all best, Bob

At her timeline it says she’s an “award-winning at Self-Employed,” hence my liddle joke.  at the beginning of the above.  Here’s the text by Kevin Orlin Johnson I was referring to in my post to Lynne:

You know, we really just need to leave the Stratfordians to themselves. They’re the fringe, they’re the irrational, they’re the ones who will never, ever accept evidence, no matter what.

When we’re dealing with people who keep saying things like, “Most crucially, Shakespeare absolutely was recognized as an author during his lifetime. About half of Shakespeare’s plays were printed during his lifetime. Many of those list his name as author on the title page,” we have to recognize that we’re dealing with people who simply cannot get it.

It may be natural density, it may be some unfortunate emotional or psychological disorder, but that argument–central to their position–automatically disqualifies them from rational discourse and confirms that they’re never going to be able to understand the question, much less the answer.

Let them say what they will, let them print what they will. Let’s channel our time and other resources toward producing positive research proving that Oxford is the author. That shouldn’t be so difficult. And with a body of sound work on the record things will set themselves right when this generation of Stratfordians passes away.

Here’s my critique of the above, which I wrote because I like to do the kind of analysis it requires:

Kevin Orville Right.  I mean, Kevin Orlen Johnson: You know, we really just need to leave the Stratfordians to themselves. They’re the fringe, they’re the irrational, they’re the ones who will never, ever accept evidence, no matter what.

Me: 1. If they are the fringe, why are there so many of them?

2. Define “evidence.”  Can you really believe ALL Stratfordians are PERMANENTLY incapable of accepting evidence?  I won’t suggest you mean what you say, which is that they won’t accept any kind of evidence, for I’m willing to allow that you meant SAQ evidence.Johnson: When we’re dealing with people who keep saying things like, “Most crucially, Shakespeare absolutely was recognized as an author during his lifetime.”

Me: Few of us say that.  We say things like, “Shakespeare was recognized by many during his life as an author.Johnson: “About half of Shakespeare’s plays were printed during his lifetime. Many of those list his name as author on the title page,” we have to recognize that we’re dealing with people who simply cannot get it.

Me: You really don’t accept the names on title-pages as evidence for Shakespeare?  It’s not proof of that, but it has to be considered good evidence of it, particularly when there is no explicit evidence from the time that the title-pages were fraudulent or mistaken. And we advance many other arguments that you are ignoring here that are supported by explicit evidence–his actual picture in the First Folio, for instance–which Ben Jonson’s words authenticate.  Sure, it’s possible he was lying, but where is the explicit evidence that he was?  That is, do you have a letter of his in which he says that he feels ashamed of his lies about Shakespeare, but realized the importance of keeping anyone from finding out . . . the Truth.

Johnson: It may be natural density, it may be some unfortunate emotional or psychological disorder, but that argument–central to their position–

Me: No, it isn’t–at least for me.  At the center of my argument is Leonard Digges’s poem in the First Folio because (1) circumstantial evidence makes it hard to believe Digges did not personally know Shakespeare; (2) he calls him “the deceased Author Maister W. Shakespeare,” thus both naming him and indicating his status as a gentleman; (3) he mentions his tomb in Stratford, which names him, gives dates of his birth and death which church records confirm and speaks of “all he hath writ” and says he had the art of Virgil; (4) all this in a book with Shakespeare’s picture in it and the testimony of three men known to have been friends of his that he had written the plays in the book.  I suppose someone could fail to accept this as demonstrating that Shakespeare was the author of the plays in the First folio and not have “some unfortunate emotional or psychological disorder,” but to refuse to accept it as evidence of that is absolute proof of that.

Johnson: automatically disqualifies them from rational discourse and confirms that they’re never going to be able to understand the question, much less the answer.

Me: What in the world is the question if not, “Who wrote the works attributed to William Shakespeare?”  How can anyone not understand your answer, “The 17th Earl of Oxford,” however hard to understand why it is the answer?

Johnson: Let them say what they will, let them print what they will. Let’s channel our time and other resources toward producing positive research proving that Oxford is the author. That shouldn’t be so difficult. And with a body of sound work on the record things will set themselves right when this generation of Stratfordians passes away.

Me: Considering that your side has had more than 150 years since Delia Bacon wrote the first serious attempt to show that Shakespeare did not write the works attributed to him, and almost a century since John Looney advanced the theory you all now believe in that Oxford wrote those works, why do you need more time.

I’m also curious to know if you really believe no one of your generation is a Stratfordian (which I take to be people born around 1990).

One person responding to what Tom Reedy said about Johnson’s post (which was what made me take a look at it) thought something call the “Dunning/Kruger Effect”, explained it.  Here’s what an entry in Wikipedia said about it:

Dunning and Kruger proposed that, for a given skill, incompetent people will:

fail to recognize their own lack of skill
fail to recognize genuine skill in others
fail to recognize the extremity of their inadequacy

The phenomenon was first tested in a series of experiments published in 1999 by David Dunning and Justin Kruger of the Department of Psychology, Cornell University. The study was inspired by the case of McArthur Wheeler, a man who robbed two banks after covering his face with lemon juice in the mistaken belief that, because lemon juice is usable as invisible ink, it would prevent his face from being recorded on closed-circuit-television surveillance cameras.

They noted that earlier studies suggested that ignorance of standards of performance lies behind a great deal of incorrect self-assessments of competence. This pattern was seen in studies of skills as diverse as reading comprehension, operating a motor vehicle, and playing chess or tennis.

I quote it because amusing.  It is also valid but not illuminating.  For it to be that, it would have to explain the effect, not just describe it (although it has been extended by others to suggest that the incompetent have many incompetences, one being a poor sense of humor.

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Entry 1728 — Abobble in Mine Mind Mine Again

Wednesday, February 18th, 2015

Should the names of those contributing to a political campaign, or anything else, be prevented by law from being anonymous?  I say no, because (1) you should not have the freedom to know things about me I don’t want you to know; you should still be allowed to find out all you can about me that you want to so long as you break not laws; but I should be protected from your investigation by, for example, a political committee I send money to if they are willing to keep my name private, and they should be allowed to do that if they want to; (2) only morons evaluate a cause by who is for, who against it.

While on the subject, I also believe a person should be able to invest as much money, or the equivalent (like labor or pennants) in anything he wants to, anonymously and without anything about his investment being revealed–which means that the people running whatever he is investing in should have the right to keep all facts about their operation private–except, I suppose, to the IRS, in a country unfree enough to tax.  To me, it’s simply a matter of allowing a person to use his property, which includes his money, any uncriminal way he wants to.

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What if you and nine other people your age all died, and found out you’d be given new lives but would forget the life you’d just lived.  The ten of you were then asked to choose which of the two situations would apply to all of you: everyone would be win a permanent income of fifty-thousand dollars,or the equivalent in today’s dollars, or nine of you would be given a permanent income of forty-thousand dollars a year and one, chosen randomly would be given a permanent income of one-hundred-forty-thousand dollars a year.  Which would you choose?

Assuming the others were more or less like you in background, which do you think the others would vote for?

I’d instantly choose the 40/140 set-up.  For me the difference between forty and fifty thousand wouldn’t be much, but between fifty and a hundred-and-forty tremendous.  I frankly don’t think the higher amount would make the others’ lives as much better as it would make mine.  They’d be like Bill Gates, hardly doing anything of value with their wealth.  By my standards.

Redistributing money by contributing to charities as Gates seems mostly to do doesn’t do any more than redistributing the money by buying neat things for oneself, as I would do with my wealth; the difference between me and most others winning the extra income would be what I believe I could do with it versus what they would: like setting up think tanks to investigate questions like the neurophysiological basis of learning, or work out a taxonomy of poetry, or any other of a number of things–after supplying me with the computers and peripherals to allow me to do all I think I could do as a poet.  As opposed to new cars and vacation trips, etc.

Maybe a more interesting choice would be between $50,000 a year for everyone, and $20,000 a year for nine and $320,000 thousand a year for one.  I think many more would vote for the 40/140 than for the 20/320.  Twenty-thousand would be fine with me.

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Entry 1726 — A Brief Scatter of Thoughts

Monday, February 16th, 2015

I can’t understand how anyone can be considered to have been born with any rights.  Each of us is born with might, which–if effective (the way most babies’ crying is)–will convert to various rights . . . and unrights.

It may make more sense to believe each of us is born with conveyable rights–that is, we have no rights of our own, but can grant rights to others.  This is a deep thought.  Urp.

“Nuptuage,” (NOOP shoo ehdj): my very tentative new replacement for the word, “marriage,” now that the nullinguists have succeeded in killing it for any useful purpose.

In the latest issue of The New York Review Michael Walzer reviews two books on group-decisions.  In his piece, he writes, “I am reminded of a passage in the Babylonian Talmud (tractate Sanhedrin)that holds that if, in a capital case, all the judges vote to convict, the defendant is acquitted.  The absence of dissent means that there wasn’t an adequate deliberation.”  I at once thought, “Yes!”  My head quickly cleared when I realized that the judges could assign one of them always to dissent.  I also remembered that a valid verdict can be quickly reached in more than a few cases.

Shouldn’t the judges logic require the execution of a defendant they all vote to acquit?

The books Walzer discusses are to a great extent about how to improve group-decisions.  They seemed vacuous to me.  But I am biased against groups.  For me, the best way to improve a group is to reduce its membership to a single person.  If you want mush decisions, ones that are hard to disagree with but don’t accomplish anything much, increase a group’s membership, and include a lot of women.  They will use their socioceptual abilities to neutralize male logic.  Of course, one-person groups will also make the worst decisions.

Moreover, groups actually make all the decisions.  It’s just formal groups that are bad.  In fact, in my view, the best decision-makers are those who are in the most groups (externally)–and in the most varied groups.
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Entry 1703 — A Question and Some Other Stuff

Saturday, January 24th, 2015

Has there ever been a quarrel between two people in which one of them was entirely in the right?

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A math poem that is resisting effectiveness (so far!): the sun times wonder, rhyming stairs up to a blazing need to be heroed over equals Zeus. Ah, I will replace the word, “sun,” with color. And “wonder” with “wUnder?”

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Now for a news story I read a little while ago that is most certainly worth a rant. Actually, now that I think of it, I’ve recently read two stories–no, three(!) that are worth rants.

One I read over a week ago.  It was about the local schools’ recent decision to increase the school day by fifteen minutes.  Since I believe the school day should be reduced to zero minutes, except for the parents who want it forced on their unfortunate children, because such parents are unlikely to have children bright enough to be made too miserable by it, I am opposed to this.  On the other hand, I’d not be so against it if those running the show would dare let some random number of kids have a school day shortened by fifteen minutes, with a comparison made between how much they learned and how much the others kids learned at the end of a full years of shortened and lengthened school days.  If there were an intelligent way of measuring how much each kid learned (as opposed to how much each kinds’ ability to do well on tests about moronically small portion of the significant kinds of knowledge their are), I would bet actually money that the kids with the short days would score pretty much the same as the kids with the long days, bit be a lot more happy (or less unhappy) about their time in school.

Note: yes, I’m biased: I have more than once asked myself if there was one day when I was going to school (k-12, I mean) that I looked forward to an upcoming school day.  Of course, my old memory isn’t too accurate, so it may be wrong that there were none whatever.  But there could not possibly have been more than a few.  Oh, actually, I did look forward to all the last days of the school years, and the ones before Christmas and spring breaks.

Note #2: I believe educators, not just locally but throughout the United States, have no idea whatever as to how to determine how much learning the victims of formal education get directly from what they are taught in school.  Otherwise, an interesting research project for sociologists would be to interview a large number of different adults and carry out background checks on them in depth with the goal of determining how much what they genuinely learned from school they used in their vocations.

Needless to say, such a project is ridiculously unfeasible.  It also has the disadvantage of lacking enough adults with little or no formal education to compare with the ones with it.  I claim that, except for those vocations making it against the law for anyone lacking the right formal schooling to practice it, those without the formal education our laws require would be found to be as effective at their vocation as those with  it.

A bit of real-life support for this is the number of persons practicing medicine who don’t get caught because of incompetence but because someone disliking them checks up on where they said they got their degrees from and finds out they never went to college.

Before considering me entirely crazy, remember that I am speaking of formal education.  In order to be effective at any vocation, a person has to learn a great deal.  I merely contend that most people can do this better by something Americans like Edison and Franklin used to be quite good at: self-education.  That means, among other things, finding the right teachers, and getting a lot of on-the-job training, and–even more–off-the-job osmotic absorption of the knowledge the person learns well because he was looking for it, unconsciously or consciously–looking for it because he believed he would find it wonderful, not because his search for it had been assigned.

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 I didn’t expect to write so much on the first of the stories I read.  The other two, like the first, had to do with the rapidly expanding power of rigidniks in the world.  One concerns a group of scientists who want to “improve” the spelling English words, the way George Bernard Shaw (among others, I’m sure) wanted to.  The other has to do with a local government’s decision to stop subsidizing a visul art gallery.  I’m against all government subsidies, BUT will argue for this one because, not being a moron, I do not believe that I am compelled never to take advantage of some government law because I am opposed in principle to the law.  Why? Because there is a hierarchy of principles for me, and at the top is the principle of doing what in the circum-stances seems best for me.  In this case, if I were living in a free country whose government wanted to use tax money to subsidize poet, I would be against it.  If the government succeeded in passing a law allowing it to subsidize poets and I were offered a subsidy, I would accept it, because I would no longer be living in a free country, and getting money would seem best to me in those circumstances.

A better argument, I now see, is that my principle would actually be of being for government which would not subsidize anything except the few things I believe a government is justified in subsidizing such as a military establishment (and, perhaps, regulation to curb a very few economic practices who probable short term effect would occur too quickly for the sluggish correction of the market to take effect such as pollution of the environment and over-population because of the limited long-term intelligence of the masses, and many who are superior to the masses but unable to say no to a quick profit).  I do not see that my second principle of being also, given a government that grants subsidies, for such a government’s giving subsidies to artists of any kind.  

Another example: I was against the draft, which was in effect when I was a young man, but when (in effect) drafted, I served in the military.  My principle of avoiding hassle or possible imprisonment, trumped my principle of opposition to the draft.

I am in favor of the death penalty for murderers.  Nevertheless, if the government passed a law requiring murderers free room and board in prisons instead of execution, and I murdered someone and were caught, I would not beg to be executed.

If the government decreed that a bridge be built over a river a mile away from a bridge already crossing the river, and I had voted against the construction of the second bridge, I would use it rather than the first bridge when it seemed more convenient to do so.  And so forth.

I’m not sure I made my case that well.  It’s a difficult one to make although I am completely sure I’m right.  I would be extremely grateful to anyone who pointed out in a comment where I went wrong, if I did.  I’ll even promise not to call him a moron.

I think those for the kind of ersatz consistency I’m against would probably tell me I ought not favor making the school days fifteen-minutes than they now are, I should not be for anything other than reduction in the school day’s length to zero.

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Tomorrow, my response to the rigidnikry of regimented spelling of English words, then one one in favor of the subsidy of the visual art gallery.

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Entry 1698 — Scraps of Possible Brilliance

Tuesday, January 20th, 2015

Scrap #1: while I was idly thinking about my theory of knowlecular psychology’s main flaw, that it is a cluster of invented mechanisms with little known neurophysiological basis, like Freud’s subconscious, id, ego, etc. ,  it occurred to me that the two main ways of doing science, theory-spinning and empiricism, can be thought of as  striving for a maximally-plausible explanation of known events (theory-spinning) versus striving for a maximally-accurate description of unknown events (empiricism).   Wanting to know what in the brain causes a person to remember his fourth-grade teacher versus what results from the activation of a given brain-cell.  Theorizing from result to possible cause versus physically searching from cause to possible result.

Scrap #2: Scrap #1 indicates how long it can take a fairly competent brain to turn what seems to it an idea of more than small interest badly expressed into what seems a trivial idea better expressed, in this case: The two main ways of doing science are theoretical science, which is the full use of the imagination to theorize one’s way from event to possible cause, and empirical science, which is the minimal use of the imagination to physically explore one’s way from event to possible result.

Scrap #3: Scrap # 2 may be a lie . . . no,make that, “unintentionally inaccurate statement.”

Scrap #4 (something about poeticks!): For the past two or three years I’ve been reading a lot of mainstream poetry and reviewing it for Small Press Review.  I have genuinely liked twenty or thirty percent of it, and found almost all the rest of it passable, just not to my taste.  Only a few times has a mainstream poem made me bubble o’er with delight, however.  Why?  Because, however snowflake-unique they are, the differences between them come to seem barely noticeable.

Now I’m talking about a kind of poem that has dominated the mainstream for fifty years or so but which may not be the only kind of mainstream poem, the one often called the Iowa Workshop Poem.

Background Scraps:

The Iowa Writers’ Workshop is a two-year residency program which culminates in the submission of a creative thesis (a novel, a collection of stories, or a book of poetry) and the awarding of a Master of Fine Arts degree.

For more than 75 years emerging writers have come to Iowa City to work on their manuscripts and to exchange ideas about writing and reading with each other and with the faculty. Many of them have gone on to publish award-winning work after graduating. With the spirit of an arts colony and the benefits of the research University of which we are a part, the Writers’ Workshop continues to foster and to celebrate American literature in all its varied forms.  (Note: by “all its varied forms” is clearly meant, poem, novel, play, short story, etc., nothing more specific, like “visual poem,” which it may begin”to foster and celebrate” in another 75 years.)

This program either was the first to grant MFAs in poetry, or central to the academic, then socio-economic success, of them–to the benefit of mediocrities and cost of their superiors in the field.

Scrap #5: Actually, for possibly twenty years, jump-cut poetry under the misleading pseudonym of “language poetry” has been acadominant, which is to say that it has become the most prestigious kind of poetry in academia.  Its practitioners have won more than enough prizes and positions for it to now be considered one of the mainstream poetries.  But it doesn’t get into any of the mainstream publications I’ve been reviewing–well, except for token appearances in Poetry and the like–and is not reviewed by mainstream critics like William Logan (unless you count poets like Jorie Graham and John Ashbery “language poets,” as some do).

Scrap #6: My problem, in any case, is with Iowa Workshop Poetry.  Writing these scraps, I suddenly see that much of it, curiously, is due to my preference for theoretical science to empirical science, for it is almost entirely a kind of empirical poetry, carried out mainly in a poet’s practiceptual awareness, and never, it would seem, in the higher regions of the poet’s magniceptual awareness.  (And just as many more science professionals are empirical workers, not theoretical thinkers–although the most gifted of the former sometimes make just as important discoveries, many more poets are MFA poets, not otherstream–i.e., adventurous–poets.)

The poets I’m speaking of are more than anything else, personal poets telling us about their lives and the real world around them, in easy to understand language.  Personality and point-of-view are important for them, not technique.  Their poetry is basically conversation.  You empathize with them or you don’t, you agree with them or you don’t.  Little else matters.

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I’m sure I had more to say about Iowa Workshop Poetry, but my head has gone blank.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll remember enough of it for an entry.

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Entry 1684 — Billy Graham and Others

Tuesday, January 6th, 2015

I tore what’s below out of a recent issue of my local paper:

AdmiredCelebsThis interests me for what it reveals about the media and polling.  It seems to me the actual question asked of the 38% of the sample who named the top eleven males and the 41% who named the top ten females was, “What did the media convince you to name the man or woman you most admired?”  A study that could test this would determine which names came up most in the media during the past year shown in a favorable light.  It might be broken down into print media and TV.  Perhaps for better analysis, the number of minutes named persons were shown on television . . . no, how many viewer-minutes they were shown for.

A more intelligent question would be, “what living person has most influenced you to do the things you’ve done in your try to be the best you could be?”  That would require one reporting on it for a newspaper to do a bit of work, for I think the answers would not be household names.  (I tried to find out how many who were polled named a friend or relative; I found nothing about the most recent poll, but on the one before that, 9% named a friend or relative; something over 30% [I’ve lost the link] named “others.”  Only 1031 people were polled.  A question just occurred to me: were they asked to think about the question and be ready to say what it was in two weeks or a month?  No.  The poll itself only last two weeks or so.)  Follow-up questions would be required, to get a few pertinent facts about each person’s mentor, or the equivalent–in particular, what it was about him that caused the one naming him to try to emulate him.

A much better question would be, “Who, of all the people you know or know of, living or dead, have you tried to emulate the most–or wished you’d emulated the most?”  “Or will try to emulate in the future?”  I wonder how many living people would be named.  How many people known personally by those naming them.

For me, it would be George Bernard Shaw early on, then (probably) Ezra Pound.  A problem for me is that I don’t think anyone really influenced me: I did what I was predestined to do by my genes, but picked out persons before me whose example encouraged me to not give up (alas).

The influence on me of others’ thought or art is a different story.   Too many to name.  The question would be whom I thought most worth stealing from, not whom I most admired.

Once again I’ve written up something and found I used up all I could say about it way too soon.

Note: while doing a search for information about this poll, I came across a guy calling himself “Pumpkin Person” who seems more politically incorrect than I.  Ethnic IQ is his main subject.  As my readers know, I escape political incorrectness about IQ scores because I don’t think they mean much.

I guess that’s it for today–except to say that to get my word-count over 500 (which it wasn’t when I wrote this line; I later added something above).
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Entry 1671 — Cat from a B. Kliban Calendar

Wednesday, December 24th, 2014

I’m friends with the brother of the late B. Kilban, so each year get a B. Kliban cat calendar from him.  I was putting last year’s calendar away when I thought of using my favorite cat in it here, being in my null zone again.

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This is about the best depiction of the painter at work that I’ve ever seen.
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Entry 1294 — A Break from Difficult Art

Monday, December 9th, 2013

Today it’s back two centuries to Wordsworth’s “Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey,” when he speaks of having felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy  Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime  Of something far more deeply interfused,  Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,  And the round ocean and the living air,  And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:  A motion and a spirit, that impels  All thinking things, all objects of all thought,  And rolls through all things.

And this from his sonnet about the beauteous evening:

The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea;  Listen! the mighty Being is awake,  And doth make with his eternal motion  A sound like thunder--everlastingly.

In these two poems, Wordsworth, it seems to me, connects to what I am calling the Urceptual Under-Presence, although his conception of it differs from mine in important respects, and is much more vague than mine is–or perhaps I should say as I hope mine will be.  This Under-Presence is what I think many identify as God.  I think of it as something evolution gave us to cope with the vast meaninglessness of the universe–a personification of it we carry around in our heads it as a comprehensible being, false but soothing.  But it is also a powerful–and valid–metaphor.
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Entry 1745 — Denial

Saturday, March 7th, 2015

An “argument” far too often used in debates between the impassioned (I among them) is the assertion that one’s opponent is in denial.  “Denial,” I suddenly am aware, belongs on my list of words killed by nullinguists.  It has come to mean opposition to something it is impossible rationally to oppose.  When used in what I’ll a “sweeper epithet” (for want of knowing what the common term for it is, and I’m sure there is one) like “Holocaust-Denial” (a name given to some group of people believing in something), it has become a synonym for opposition to something it is impossible rationally to oppose–or morally to express opposition to!  Thus, when I describe those who reject Shakespeare as the author of the works attributed to him as “Shakespeare-Deniers,” I am (insanely) taken to mean that those I’m describing are evil as well as necessarily wrong.  Now, I do think them wrong, and even think they are mostly authoritarians, albeit benign ones, but I use the term to mean, simply, “those who deny that Shakespeare was Shakespeare.”

Or I would if not having the grain of fellow-feeling that I have, and therefore recognizing that small compromises with my love of maximally-accurate use of words due to the feelings of those not as able to become disinterested as I am may sometimes be wise.   Hence, I nearly always call Shakespeare-Deniers the term they seem to prefer: “Anti-Stratfordians.”  But I have now taken to call those that Anti-Stratfordians call “Stratfordians,” “Shakespeare-Affirmers.

(Note: now I have to add “disinterested” to be list of killed words, for I just checked the Internet to be sure it was the word I wanted here, and found that the Merriam Webster dictionary online did have that definition for it, but second to its definition as “uninterested!”  Completely disgusting.  Although, for all I know, my definition for it may be later than the stupid one; if so, it just means to me that it was improved, and I’m not against changing the language if the improvement is clearly for the better as here–since “disinterested” as “not interested” doesn’t do the job any better than “uninterested,” and can be used for something else that needs a word like it, and will work in that usage more sharply without contamination by vestiges of a second, inferior meaning.)

Of course, to get back to the word my main topic, “denial,” means the act of denial, and indicates only opposition, not anything about the intellectual validity or moral correctness of it.  Except in the pre-science of psychology where it means, “An unconscious defense mechanism characterized by refusal to acknowledge painful realities, thoughts, or feelings.”  I accept such a mechanism, but would prefer a better term be used for it.  For me it is a probably invariable component of a rigidniplex.  Hey, I already have a name for it: “uncontradictability.”

No, not quite.  It seems to me it is a mechanism automatically called into action against certain kinds of contradiction: facts that contradict the core-axiom of a rigidniplex, directly or, more likely, eventually.  Maybe “rigdenial,” (RIHJ deh ny ul)?   For now, at any rate.  Meaning; rigidnikal denial of something (usually a fact or the validity of an argument) due entirely to its threatening, or being perceived as a threat to) one’s rigidniplex, not its validity (although it could be true!).

When I began this entry, I planned just to list some of the kinds of what I’m now calling “rigdenial” there are, preparatory to (much later, and somewhere else) describing how it works according to knowlecular psychology.  I seem to have gotten carried away, and not due to one of the opium or caffeine pills I sometimes take.  I’ve gotten to my list now, though.  It is inspired by my bounce&flump with Paul Crowley, who sometimes seems nothing but a rigdenier.

Kinds of Rigdenial

1. The denied matter is a lie.

2. The denied matter is the result of the brainwashing the person attacking the rigidnik with it was exposed to in his home or school

3. The denied matter is insincere–that is, the person attacking the rigidnik with it is only pretending to believe it because the cultural establishment he is a part of would take his job away from him, or do something dire to him like call him names, if he revealed his true beliefs.

4. The denied matter lacks evidentiary support (and will, no matter how many attempts are made to demonstrate such support: e.g., Shakespeare’s name is on a title-page? Not good enough, his place of residence or birth must be there, too.  If it were, then some evidence that that person who put it there actually knew Shakespeare personally is required.  If evidence of that were available, then court documents verifying it signed by a certain number of witnesses would be required.  Eventually evidence that it could not all be part of some incredible conspiracy may be required.

5. The denied matter has been provided by people with a vested interest in the rigidnik’s beliefs being invalidated.

6. The denied matter is obvious lunacy, like a belief in Santa Claus.

7. The rigidnik has already disproved the denied matter.

8. The person advancing the denied matter lacks the qualifications to do so.

9. The rigidnik, as an authority in the relevant field finds the denied matter irrelevant.

10. The rigidnik interprets the meaning of the words in a denied text in such a way as to reverse their apparent meaning.  (a form of wishlexia, or taking a text to mean what you want it to rather than which it says)

11. One form of rignial (as I now want to call it) is simple change-of-subject, or evasion.

12. Others.

I got tired.  Some of the above are repetitious, some don’t belong, others have other defects.  Almost all of them are also examples of illogic.  But the list is just a start.  I’ll add more items to it when next facing Paul–who has a long rejoinder to the post I just had here.

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Entry 1744 — An Organization for Culturateurs

Friday, March 6th, 2015

First something from a comment I made yesterday at HLAS when some wack brought up the quotation from Emerson cranks and others who can’t argue well love:

Emerson is a hero of mine, and I love “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.” But “With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall,” is insanely stupid–the way the writings of Foucault and the other French literary critics whose idiocy has dominated academic literary criticism in the US for so long are.  Perfect consistency is probably not possible, but maximal consistency–ULTIMATELY–is what all the largest minds try their best to end in, even Emerson, even if he might not have been aware of it in his need to be allowed to say anything he wanted to purely on the basis of how much he liked it rather than on the basis of how much reality it reflected.

“With consistency a philogusher (lover of gush) has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.”  Grumman, 5 March 2015

Better the shadow of himself he sees on the wall than one of himself that he sees on the side of a hairy green & purple unicorn eating marmalade in a thunderstorm on the moon.

–Bob G.  Hmm, I realize decades too late that I should have been signing myself “Bobb” rather than just “Bob.”

As for the “organization for culturateurs, it’s “The Academy of American Culturateurs.”  It does not yet exist, nor is it likely it ever will, at least not as anything more than an organization with just one member, ME.  I like the idea of it.  Its members would consist of all the culturateurs in America.  My definition of culturateur being “a person who makes a meaningful contribution to the culture of his time, that being either the arts, verosophy or technology,” and my definition of “meaningful” being at the level of Beethoven’s or Wagner’s to music, or Cummings’s to poetry (i.e., not the equivalent of simply composing great music or poetry but of also contributing something importantly new to one’s field),” its membership would not be large.  It would, of course, exclude anyone who had ever been rewarded in any significant way for his accomplishments by any of the country’s cultural establishments–a Pulitzer, say, or MacArthur grant.  Even a Guggenheim fellowship.  Okay, maybe this would keep one or two deserving culturateurs out whom some establishment had accidentally recognized as a mediocrity but the rule would be right too often not to use it.

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Entry 1739 — In the Eurekan Zone

Sunday, March 1st, 2015

I often write here about being in my null zone, or almost in it.  I guess I’ve mentioned a few times I’ve been in a good zone.  I rarely mention being in a good zone, though: I’m too involved with more important things to.  When I’m in my null-zone, though, I tend not to have anything else to write about.  Anyway, a few minutes ago, I was getting all kinds of ideas.  I was feeling energetic and enthusiastic.  It was like I felt for about an hour while writing about the rigidniplex.  Ergo, I should call where I was the “eurekan zone.”

I was not in it for long, not wholly in it for long.  I feel mentally in it at the moment, but physically in the null zone, and in a so-so mood.  My mood may be good enough to allow me to take care of the entry–if I can remember any of the ideas I had.

One was simply my counter to something I read in the latest issue of The New Criterion about how foolish so many thinkers were for believing that “a hard science of human affairs has been or soon will be achieved.”  I think a poor hard science of human affairs has been achieved, and that neurophysiological understandings will eventually make it equal as a science to chemistry in hardness, especially once academics are aware of my theory ( . . . I hope).

Gary Saul Morson, the writer whose words I quoted against the notion of hard science because if political science were a hard science, there would be no room for reasonable doubt for the same reason there is no room for reasonable doubt about most aspects of chemistry.  I find this no problem because (1) however hard a science is, it will never be complete, so there will always be important differences of opinion.

ns about aspects of it;  and (2) the axioms chosen to base a given hard science on will necessarily be a subjective matter, so squabbling at the roots of political science will always occur.

It may be exclusively the moral axioms of physical science that people will argue about, as they do now: for instance, which is better, a collectivist society or an individualistic one?  Answer: it would depend on whom you ask.  Security versus freedom.  The first is better for certain people, the second better for others.  Which is why our nation and others mix the two.  But how much of either is the right mix will always be debatable.

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I’m definitely out of my eurekan zone.  While briefly in it, I coined a few new terms, as I tend to do when I feel at my best.  One was “conclusory,” which consists of verosophical conclusions and the actions taken because of them.  I was thinking about the many people involved in the sciences who are not seeking important understandings of anything but using the conclusions such understandings lead to as the basis of technological accomplishments.  But that would mean they are working in technology, so “conclusory” is not needed.

“Techthetics” was my word for the equivalent field in Art.  It would be for the technological use of art for decoration.  I was trying to differentiation those artists who advance their art from mere “techthetists” who just use received art to make salable paintings that go nowhere man has not been before.  But the umbrella term “technology” covers such people as readily as it covers those whose field is applied science.  So, good-bye “techthetics.”

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Entry 1731 — Some of My Internetting Today

Saturday, February 21st, 2015

I stole the following from my friend Lynne Kositsky’s Facebook page:

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I was there on Shakespeare-Authorship-Question (SAQ) business.  Here’s what I wrote:

Hey, I see you’re at “Self-Employed,” Lynne. I used to be there, to, but am now at “Self-Fired.” The reason I came here, though (nice site, by the way), is to ask what I hope you won’t consider an impertinent authorship question: would you agree with me that Kevin Orlin Johnson is detrimental to Oxfordianism and that his being almost unanimously agreed with (and praised!) by his fellow Oxfordians could cost Oxfordianism credibility with anyone neutral who happened to see the thread his post is in? Some Oxfordian should gently help him toward a bit more reasonability, it seems to me.

(In case you forgetted, I am on record as accepting that there IS evidence for Oxford as the True Author: for instance, his being named a playwright. Many, perhaps most, of my authorship colleagues would not count this as evidence, but it puts him in a fairly small group of people known to be able to write the kind of thing the True Author did, if not necessarily as well as he did [and I, again unlike my colleagues, am unwilling to say Oxford’s known writings indicate he could not have been the True Author, because we do not yet, in my view, have an objective way to indicate that].

I believe in a hierarchy of evidence (for demonstrating that a given person did X) that begins with data that makes him one of, say, ten thousand who are the only ones in the world who could have done X, and goes up to data that makes the person one in one who could have. But that does not end the matter. I believe that data that makes the person one among only one who could have done X should then be arranged in a hierarchy going from anecdotal data, say, through impersonal data on up to the testimony of ten thousand or more witnesses who personally know the given person, and say they personally saw him do X. Or the like. This part of my analysis of kinds of evidence gets complicated.

I think too few on either side of the SAQ think very deeply about what evidence is and isn’t. I feel I still have quite a way to go before I can consider myself on top of the subject.

There, lucky you: a whole bunch of words from me, none of them insulting (I hope).

all best, Bob

At her timeline it says she’s an “award-winning at Self-Employed,” hence my liddle joke.  at the beginning of the above.  Here’s the text by Kevin Orlin Johnson I was referring to in my post to Lynne:

You know, we really just need to leave the Stratfordians to themselves. They’re the fringe, they’re the irrational, they’re the ones who will never, ever accept evidence, no matter what.

When we’re dealing with people who keep saying things like, “Most crucially, Shakespeare absolutely was recognized as an author during his lifetime. About half of Shakespeare’s plays were printed during his lifetime. Many of those list his name as author on the title page,” we have to recognize that we’re dealing with people who simply cannot get it.

It may be natural density, it may be some unfortunate emotional or psychological disorder, but that argument–central to their position–automatically disqualifies them from rational discourse and confirms that they’re never going to be able to understand the question, much less the answer.

Let them say what they will, let them print what they will. Let’s channel our time and other resources toward producing positive research proving that Oxford is the author. That shouldn’t be so difficult. And with a body of sound work on the record things will set themselves right when this generation of Stratfordians passes away.

Here’s my critique of the above, which I wrote because I like to do the kind of analysis it requires:

Kevin Orville Right.  I mean, Kevin Orlen Johnson: You know, we really just need to leave the Stratfordians to themselves. They’re the fringe, they’re the irrational, they’re the ones who will never, ever accept evidence, no matter what.

Me: 1. If they are the fringe, why are there so many of them?

2. Define “evidence.”  Can you really believe ALL Stratfordians are PERMANENTLY incapable of accepting evidence?  I won’t suggest you mean what you say, which is that they won’t accept any kind of evidence, for I’m willing to allow that you meant SAQ evidence.Johnson: When we’re dealing with people who keep saying things like, “Most crucially, Shakespeare absolutely was recognized as an author during his lifetime.”

Me: Few of us say that.  We say things like, “Shakespeare was recognized by many during his life as an author.Johnson: “About half of Shakespeare’s plays were printed during his lifetime. Many of those list his name as author on the title page,” we have to recognize that we’re dealing with people who simply cannot get it.

Me: You really don’t accept the names on title-pages as evidence for Shakespeare?  It’s not proof of that, but it has to be considered good evidence of it, particularly when there is no explicit evidence from the time that the title-pages were fraudulent or mistaken. And we advance many other arguments that you are ignoring here that are supported by explicit evidence–his actual picture in the First Folio, for instance–which Ben Jonson’s words authenticate.  Sure, it’s possible he was lying, but where is the explicit evidence that he was?  That is, do you have a letter of his in which he says that he feels ashamed of his lies about Shakespeare, but realized the importance of keeping anyone from finding out . . . the Truth.

Johnson: It may be natural density, it may be some unfortunate emotional or psychological disorder, but that argument–central to their position–

Me: No, it isn’t–at least for me.  At the center of my argument is Leonard Digges’s poem in the First Folio because (1) circumstantial evidence makes it hard to believe Digges did not personally know Shakespeare; (2) he calls him “the deceased Author Maister W. Shakespeare,” thus both naming him and indicating his status as a gentleman; (3) he mentions his tomb in Stratford, which names him, gives dates of his birth and death which church records confirm and speaks of “all he hath writ” and says he had the art of Virgil; (4) all this in a book with Shakespeare’s picture in it and the testimony of three men known to have been friends of his that he had written the plays in the book.  I suppose someone could fail to accept this as demonstrating that Shakespeare was the author of the plays in the First folio and not have “some unfortunate emotional or psychological disorder,” but to refuse to accept it as evidence of that is absolute proof of that.

Johnson: automatically disqualifies them from rational discourse and confirms that they’re never going to be able to understand the question, much less the answer.

Me: What in the world is the question if not, “Who wrote the works attributed to William Shakespeare?”  How can anyone not understand your answer, “The 17th Earl of Oxford,” however hard to understand why it is the answer?

Johnson: Let them say what they will, let them print what they will. Let’s channel our time and other resources toward producing positive research proving that Oxford is the author. That shouldn’t be so difficult. And with a body of sound work on the record things will set themselves right when this generation of Stratfordians passes away.

Me: Considering that your side has had more than 150 years since Delia Bacon wrote the first serious attempt to show that Shakespeare did not write the works attributed to him, and almost a century since John Looney advanced the theory you all now believe in that Oxford wrote those works, why do you need more time.

I’m also curious to know if you really believe no one of your generation is a Stratfordian (which I take to be people born around 1990).

One person responding to what Tom Reedy said about Johnson’s post (which was what made me take a look at it) thought something call the “Dunning/Kruger Effect”, explained it.  Here’s what an entry in Wikipedia said about it:

Dunning and Kruger proposed that, for a given skill, incompetent people will:

fail to recognize their own lack of skill
fail to recognize genuine skill in others
fail to recognize the extremity of their inadequacy

The phenomenon was first tested in a series of experiments published in 1999 by David Dunning and Justin Kruger of the Department of Psychology, Cornell University. The study was inspired by the case of McArthur Wheeler, a man who robbed two banks after covering his face with lemon juice in the mistaken belief that, because lemon juice is usable as invisible ink, it would prevent his face from being recorded on closed-circuit-television surveillance cameras.

They noted that earlier studies suggested that ignorance of standards of performance lies behind a great deal of incorrect self-assessments of competence. This pattern was seen in studies of skills as diverse as reading comprehension, operating a motor vehicle, and playing chess or tennis.

I quote it because amusing.  It is also valid but not illuminating.  For it to be that, it would have to explain the effect, not just describe it (although it has been extended by others to suggest that the incompetent have many incompetences, one being a poor sense of humor.

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Entry 1728 — Abobble in Mine Mind Mine Again

Wednesday, February 18th, 2015

Should the names of those contributing to a political campaign, or anything else, be prevented by law from being anonymous?  I say no, because (1) you should not have the freedom to know things about me I don’t want you to know; you should still be allowed to find out all you can about me that you want to so long as you break not laws; but I should be protected from your investigation by, for example, a political committee I send money to if they are willing to keep my name private, and they should be allowed to do that if they want to; (2) only morons evaluate a cause by who is for, who against it.

While on the subject, I also believe a person should be able to invest as much money, or the equivalent (like labor or pennants) in anything he wants to, anonymously and without anything about his investment being revealed–which means that the people running whatever he is investing in should have the right to keep all facts about their operation private–except, I suppose, to the IRS, in a country unfree enough to tax.  To me, it’s simply a matter of allowing a person to use his property, which includes his money, any uncriminal way he wants to.

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What if you and nine other people your age all died, and found out you’d be given new lives but would forget the life you’d just lived.  The ten of you were then asked to choose which of the two situations would apply to all of you: everyone would be win a permanent income of fifty-thousand dollars,or the equivalent in today’s dollars, or nine of you would be given a permanent income of forty-thousand dollars a year and one, chosen randomly would be given a permanent income of one-hundred-forty-thousand dollars a year.  Which would you choose?

Assuming the others were more or less like you in background, which do you think the others would vote for?

I’d instantly choose the 40/140 set-up.  For me the difference between forty and fifty thousand wouldn’t be much, but between fifty and a hundred-and-forty tremendous.  I frankly don’t think the higher amount would make the others’ lives as much better as it would make mine.  They’d be like Bill Gates, hardly doing anything of value with their wealth.  By my standards.

Redistributing money by contributing to charities as Gates seems mostly to do doesn’t do any more than redistributing the money by buying neat things for oneself, as I would do with my wealth; the difference between me and most others winning the extra income would be what I believe I could do with it versus what they would: like setting up think tanks to investigate questions like the neurophysiological basis of learning, or work out a taxonomy of poetry, or any other of a number of things–after supplying me with the computers and peripherals to allow me to do all I think I could do as a poet.  As opposed to new cars and vacation trips, etc.

Maybe a more interesting choice would be between $50,000 a year for everyone, and $20,000 a year for nine and $320,000 thousand a year for one.  I think many more would vote for the 40/140 than for the 20/320.  Twenty-thousand would be fine with me.

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Entry 1726 — A Brief Scatter of Thoughts

Monday, February 16th, 2015

I can’t understand how anyone can be considered to have been born with any rights.  Each of us is born with might, which–if effective (the way most babies’ crying is)–will convert to various rights . . . and unrights.

It may make more sense to believe each of us is born with conveyable rights–that is, we have no rights of our own, but can grant rights to others.  This is a deep thought.  Urp.

“Nuptuage,” (NOOP shoo ehdj): my very tentative new replacement for the word, “marriage,” now that the nullinguists have succeeded in killing it for any useful purpose.

In the latest issue of The New York Review Michael Walzer reviews two books on group-decisions.  In his piece, he writes, “I am reminded of a passage in the Babylonian Talmud (tractate Sanhedrin)that holds that if, in a capital case, all the judges vote to convict, the defendant is acquitted.  The absence of dissent means that there wasn’t an adequate deliberation.”  I at once thought, “Yes!”  My head quickly cleared when I realized that the judges could assign one of them always to dissent.  I also remembered that a valid verdict can be quickly reached in more than a few cases.

Shouldn’t the judges logic require the execution of a defendant they all vote to acquit?

The books Walzer discusses are to a great extent about how to improve group-decisions.  They seemed vacuous to me.  But I am biased against groups.  For me, the best way to improve a group is to reduce its membership to a single person.  If you want mush decisions, ones that are hard to disagree with but don’t accomplish anything much, increase a group’s membership, and include a lot of women.  They will use their socioceptual abilities to neutralize male logic.  Of course, one-person groups will also make the worst decisions.

Moreover, groups actually make all the decisions.  It’s just formal groups that are bad.  In fact, in my view, the best decision-makers are those who are in the most groups (externally)–and in the most varied groups.
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Entry 1703 — A Question and Some Other Stuff

Saturday, January 24th, 2015

Has there ever been a quarrel between two people in which one of them was entirely in the right?

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A math poem that is resisting effectiveness (so far!): the sun times wonder, rhyming stairs up to a blazing need to be heroed over equals Zeus. Ah, I will replace the word, “sun,” with color. And “wonder” with “wUnder?”

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Now for a news story I read a little while ago that is most certainly worth a rant. Actually, now that I think of it, I’ve recently read two stories–no, three(!) that are worth rants.

One I read over a week ago.  It was about the local schools’ recent decision to increase the school day by fifteen minutes.  Since I believe the school day should be reduced to zero minutes, except for the parents who want it forced on their unfortunate children, because such parents are unlikely to have children bright enough to be made too miserable by it, I am opposed to this.  On the other hand, I’d not be so against it if those running the show would dare let some random number of kids have a school day shortened by fifteen minutes, with a comparison made between how much they learned and how much the others kids learned at the end of a full years of shortened and lengthened school days.  If there were an intelligent way of measuring how much each kid learned (as opposed to how much each kinds’ ability to do well on tests about moronically small portion of the significant kinds of knowledge their are), I would bet actually money that the kids with the short days would score pretty much the same as the kids with the long days, bit be a lot more happy (or less unhappy) about their time in school.

Note: yes, I’m biased: I have more than once asked myself if there was one day when I was going to school (k-12, I mean) that I looked forward to an upcoming school day.  Of course, my old memory isn’t too accurate, so it may be wrong that there were none whatever.  But there could not possibly have been more than a few.  Oh, actually, I did look forward to all the last days of the school years, and the ones before Christmas and spring breaks.

Note #2: I believe educators, not just locally but throughout the United States, have no idea whatever as to how to determine how much learning the victims of formal education get directly from what they are taught in school.  Otherwise, an interesting research project for sociologists would be to interview a large number of different adults and carry out background checks on them in depth with the goal of determining how much what they genuinely learned from school they used in their vocations.

Needless to say, such a project is ridiculously unfeasible.  It also has the disadvantage of lacking enough adults with little or no formal education to compare with the ones with it.  I claim that, except for those vocations making it against the law for anyone lacking the right formal schooling to practice it, those without the formal education our laws require would be found to be as effective at their vocation as those with  it.

A bit of real-life support for this is the number of persons practicing medicine who don’t get caught because of incompetence but because someone disliking them checks up on where they said they got their degrees from and finds out they never went to college.

Before considering me entirely crazy, remember that I am speaking of formal education.  In order to be effective at any vocation, a person has to learn a great deal.  I merely contend that most people can do this better by something Americans like Edison and Franklin used to be quite good at: self-education.  That means, among other things, finding the right teachers, and getting a lot of on-the-job training, and–even more–off-the-job osmotic absorption of the knowledge the person learns well because he was looking for it, unconsciously or consciously–looking for it because he believed he would find it wonderful, not because his search for it had been assigned.

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 I didn’t expect to write so much on the first of the stories I read.  The other two, like the first, had to do with the rapidly expanding power of rigidniks in the world.  One concerns a group of scientists who want to “improve” the spelling English words, the way George Bernard Shaw (among others, I’m sure) wanted to.  The other has to do with a local government’s decision to stop subsidizing a visul art gallery.  I’m against all government subsidies, BUT will argue for this one because, not being a moron, I do not believe that I am compelled never to take advantage of some government law because I am opposed in principle to the law.  Why? Because there is a hierarchy of principles for me, and at the top is the principle of doing what in the circum-stances seems best for me.  In this case, if I were living in a free country whose government wanted to use tax money to subsidize poet, I would be against it.  If the government succeeded in passing a law allowing it to subsidize poets and I were offered a subsidy, I would accept it, because I would no longer be living in a free country, and getting money would seem best to me in those circumstances.

A better argument, I now see, is that my principle would actually be of being for government which would not subsidize anything except the few things I believe a government is justified in subsidizing such as a military establishment (and, perhaps, regulation to curb a very few economic practices who probable short term effect would occur too quickly for the sluggish correction of the market to take effect such as pollution of the environment and over-population because of the limited long-term intelligence of the masses, and many who are superior to the masses but unable to say no to a quick profit).  I do not see that my second principle of being also, given a government that grants subsidies, for such a government’s giving subsidies to artists of any kind.  

Another example: I was against the draft, which was in effect when I was a young man, but when (in effect) drafted, I served in the military.  My principle of avoiding hassle or possible imprisonment, trumped my principle of opposition to the draft.

I am in favor of the death penalty for murderers.  Nevertheless, if the government passed a law requiring murderers free room and board in prisons instead of execution, and I murdered someone and were caught, I would not beg to be executed.

If the government decreed that a bridge be built over a river a mile away from a bridge already crossing the river, and I had voted against the construction of the second bridge, I would use it rather than the first bridge when it seemed more convenient to do so.  And so forth.

I’m not sure I made my case that well.  It’s a difficult one to make although I am completely sure I’m right.  I would be extremely grateful to anyone who pointed out in a comment where I went wrong, if I did.  I’ll even promise not to call him a moron.

I think those for the kind of ersatz consistency I’m against would probably tell me I ought not favor making the school days fifteen-minutes than they now are, I should not be for anything other than reduction in the school day’s length to zero.

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Tomorrow, my response to the rigidnikry of regimented spelling of English words, then one one in favor of the subsidy of the visual art gallery.

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Entry 1698 — Scraps of Possible Brilliance

Tuesday, January 20th, 2015

Scrap #1: while I was idly thinking about my theory of knowlecular psychology’s main flaw, that it is a cluster of invented mechanisms with little known neurophysiological basis, like Freud’s subconscious, id, ego, etc. ,  it occurred to me that the two main ways of doing science, theory-spinning and empiricism, can be thought of as  striving for a maximally-plausible explanation of known events (theory-spinning) versus striving for a maximally-accurate description of unknown events (empiricism).   Wanting to know what in the brain causes a person to remember his fourth-grade teacher versus what results from the activation of a given brain-cell.  Theorizing from result to possible cause versus physically searching from cause to possible result.

Scrap #2: Scrap #1 indicates how long it can take a fairly competent brain to turn what seems to it an idea of more than small interest badly expressed into what seems a trivial idea better expressed, in this case: The two main ways of doing science are theoretical science, which is the full use of the imagination to theorize one’s way from event to possible cause, and empirical science, which is the minimal use of the imagination to physically explore one’s way from event to possible result.

Scrap #3: Scrap # 2 may be a lie . . . no,make that, “unintentionally inaccurate statement.”

Scrap #4 (something about poeticks!): For the past two or three years I’ve been reading a lot of mainstream poetry and reviewing it for Small Press Review.  I have genuinely liked twenty or thirty percent of it, and found almost all the rest of it passable, just not to my taste.  Only a few times has a mainstream poem made me bubble o’er with delight, however.  Why?  Because, however snowflake-unique they are, the differences between them come to seem barely noticeable.

Now I’m talking about a kind of poem that has dominated the mainstream for fifty years or so but which may not be the only kind of mainstream poem, the one often called the Iowa Workshop Poem.

Background Scraps:

The Iowa Writers’ Workshop is a two-year residency program which culminates in the submission of a creative thesis (a novel, a collection of stories, or a book of poetry) and the awarding of a Master of Fine Arts degree.

For more than 75 years emerging writers have come to Iowa City to work on their manuscripts and to exchange ideas about writing and reading with each other and with the faculty. Many of them have gone on to publish award-winning work after graduating. With the spirit of an arts colony and the benefits of the research University of which we are a part, the Writers’ Workshop continues to foster and to celebrate American literature in all its varied forms.  (Note: by “all its varied forms” is clearly meant, poem, novel, play, short story, etc., nothing more specific, like “visual poem,” which it may begin”to foster and celebrate” in another 75 years.)

This program either was the first to grant MFAs in poetry, or central to the academic, then socio-economic success, of them–to the benefit of mediocrities and cost of their superiors in the field.

Scrap #5: Actually, for possibly twenty years, jump-cut poetry under the misleading pseudonym of “language poetry” has been acadominant, which is to say that it has become the most prestigious kind of poetry in academia.  Its practitioners have won more than enough prizes and positions for it to now be considered one of the mainstream poetries.  But it doesn’t get into any of the mainstream publications I’ve been reviewing–well, except for token appearances in Poetry and the like–and is not reviewed by mainstream critics like William Logan (unless you count poets like Jorie Graham and John Ashbery “language poets,” as some do).

Scrap #6: My problem, in any case, is with Iowa Workshop Poetry.  Writing these scraps, I suddenly see that much of it, curiously, is due to my preference for theoretical science to empirical science, for it is almost entirely a kind of empirical poetry, carried out mainly in a poet’s practiceptual awareness, and never, it would seem, in the higher regions of the poet’s magniceptual awareness.  (And just as many more science professionals are empirical workers, not theoretical thinkers–although the most gifted of the former sometimes make just as important discoveries, many more poets are MFA poets, not otherstream–i.e., adventurous–poets.)

The poets I’m speaking of are more than anything else, personal poets telling us about their lives and the real world around them, in easy to understand language.  Personality and point-of-view are important for them, not technique.  Their poetry is basically conversation.  You empathize with them or you don’t, you agree with them or you don’t.  Little else matters.

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I’m sure I had more to say about Iowa Workshop Poetry, but my head has gone blank.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll remember enough of it for an entry.

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Entry 1684 — Billy Graham and Others

Tuesday, January 6th, 2015

I tore what’s below out of a recent issue of my local paper:

AdmiredCelebsThis interests me for what it reveals about the media and polling.  It seems to me the actual question asked of the 38% of the sample who named the top eleven males and the 41% who named the top ten females was, “What did the media convince you to name the man or woman you most admired?”  A study that could test this would determine which names came up most in the media during the past year shown in a favorable light.  It might be broken down into print media and TV.  Perhaps for better analysis, the number of minutes named persons were shown on television . . . no, how many viewer-minutes they were shown for.

A more intelligent question would be, “what living person has most influenced you to do the things you’ve done in your try to be the best you could be?”  That would require one reporting on it for a newspaper to do a bit of work, for I think the answers would not be household names.  (I tried to find out how many who were polled named a friend or relative; I found nothing about the most recent poll, but on the one before that, 9% named a friend or relative; something over 30% [I’ve lost the link] named “others.”  Only 1031 people were polled.  A question just occurred to me: were they asked to think about the question and be ready to say what it was in two weeks or a month?  No.  The poll itself only last two weeks or so.)  Follow-up questions would be required, to get a few pertinent facts about each person’s mentor, or the equivalent–in particular, what it was about him that caused the one naming him to try to emulate him.

A much better question would be, “Who, of all the people you know or know of, living or dead, have you tried to emulate the most–or wished you’d emulated the most?”  “Or will try to emulate in the future?”  I wonder how many living people would be named.  How many people known personally by those naming them.

For me, it would be George Bernard Shaw early on, then (probably) Ezra Pound.  A problem for me is that I don’t think anyone really influenced me: I did what I was predestined to do by my genes, but picked out persons before me whose example encouraged me to not give up (alas).

The influence on me of others’ thought or art is a different story.   Too many to name.  The question would be whom I thought most worth stealing from, not whom I most admired.

Once again I’ve written up something and found I used up all I could say about it way too soon.

Note: while doing a search for information about this poll, I came across a guy calling himself “Pumpkin Person” who seems more politically incorrect than I.  Ethnic IQ is his main subject.  As my readers know, I escape political incorrectness about IQ scores because I don’t think they mean much.

I guess that’s it for today–except to say that to get my word-count over 500 (which it wasn’t when I wrote this line; I later added something above).
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Entry 1671 — Cat from a B. Kliban Calendar

Wednesday, December 24th, 2014

I’m friends with the brother of the late B. Kilban, so each year get a B. Kliban cat calendar from him.  I was putting last year’s calendar away when I thought of using my favorite cat in it here, being in my null zone again.

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This is about the best depiction of the painter at work that I’ve ever seen.
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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”}
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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 1766 — The New York Review of Books

March 25th, 2015

When I got an offer of four free issues of The New York Review of Books, I accepted it, remembering that it occasionally had good stuff in it in spite of being a standardly totalitarian leftist rag.  It has a particularly interesting review in its 19 March issue by H. Allen Orr of a book on altruism that I want to discuss at length eventually but am too screwed up physically right now to.  (I was deteriorating, by the way, but suddenly seem a bit better for some reason–an  Excedrin besides a hydrocodone?  Or is the prednisone finally kicking in?  Not that I’m not still pretty screwed up, but not agonizingly, the was I was yesterday, and early today.)

Anyway, duty-bound to write something here, I brought up the NYRB because the Orr review had what I think a near-perfect example of the way a great many liberals automatically think.  After quoting something from the book under review, Does Altruism Exist?: Culture, Genes, and the Welfare of Others, by David Sloan Wilson, about “how well,religions, economics and everyday social units, such as city neighborhoods function  to improve the welfare of their members,” Orr writes, “Importantly,in each of these cases, we’re confronted with the potentially conflicting goals of groups (say, to save the planet) and individuals (say, to maximize profits by dumping toxic waste).”

The NYRB has continued sending me issues even after I wrote, “cancel,” on the statement I got after receiving one or two of my freebies.  I figured they might be going to charge me for a year’s subscription even though I’d rejected it.  More likely, they figure the more free issues they send me, the more chance I will break down and become a subscriber–which I’ve now decided to do.

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Entry 1765 — Continuing Yesterday’s Blither

March 25th, 2015

First a link on behalf of Jared Schickling, who does good things in and for Otherstream poetry.  It’s to a book Jared has published of Kent Johnson’s work, for those interested, as I fear I’m not: eccolinguistics.blogspot.com.  I wish I did more announcements like this one, but I’m such a lazy lout.

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Before getting back to my discussion of poetry continuums, I thought I would briefly comment on  something I just read and would probably about if I did not at once take care of it.  It’s an article in the latest issue of The National Review.

David Pryce-Jones, its author, is a good writer and I agree with a lot of his political views but in his article, he exemplifies one of the three greatest faults of American conservatives, ignorant philistinism.  (The others are the worship of fetuses, and the like and block-headedness about the environment equal to that of the left, but in reverse.  I leave out starry-eyed love of the state religion, formal education because that’s not specifically a conservative fault.)

The subject of Pryce-Jones’s article is Dadaism, and where his binary feelings about that should be easy to guess.  His take is interesting and I agree with much of it.  I have never been a fan of Dadaism.  But much of what he says is plain wrong.  Beckett’s and Pinter’s work was not “solipsistic,” but comically absurd about the human condition (which Pryce-Jones disparages for not being about.   Finnegan’s Wake is not unreadable, just (for me) more hermetic than it should be.  Joyce was not expressing Dadaistic meaninglessness, but too much meaningfulness at once.  I think two things prevent it from being effective (as opposed, as I always try to say, important, and it may be more important a work of art than any other) an accessible plot (it does seem to have a plot; perhaps I mean narrative disunity) and going for short-term brilliance at the expense of strategic brilliance, and/or the better short-term brilliance that would result if its forests’ including clearings.

One thing I deem a fault of Pryce-Jones’s connects to my problem with the Frost/Horace view of art as instructional.  People supports this philistinism when he says, People read books and go to museums to learn what writers and painters can tell them about some aspect of the human condition.”  All too sadly true, except for the lack of the word “most” before “read.”  It’s a fact that at least a few people—the best people–go to books and visimagery for the beauty of existence they sometimes express and, whether conscious of it or not, for its help in keeping them from suicide, or some equivalent thereof.

Note: “Dadaism” is an example of the kind of coinages that come to label new (or apparently new) kinds of art when left to the artists themselves rather than later taxonomists.  Hence the more accurate term for much of Dadaism,” absurdism,” has permanently been relegated to a back seat to it.  I’m speaking of effective absurdism, or art that is satirical of poor reasoning, not Dadaism at its worst, which is just wholly arbitrary . . . well, rubbish.

There are many important kinds of art that derive from Dadaism, which is definitely of great historical importance.  One is minimalistic art., particularly minimalistic painting.  Another recontextualized art like Duchamp’s urinal, which is not absurdist or primarily a joke regardless of how Duchamp considered it.

(Note: my thinking about Dadaism is impressionistic, and in-progress, as should be obvious, but I guess I have a need to make sure people know that I know at times that however ex cathedra some of my statements surely seem, I do not consider them at such times to be Unarguable Truths.  I suppose I should be so sensitive about that, but . . .)

I can’t think of anything further to say about Dadaism so will return to my thoughts about poetry continuums.  I had just described the instruction/entertainment one.  It’s one of the few I would not favor the poetries occupying its middle in the middle over the ones at the ends.  Whereas I think some poems will have no really aesthetical valuable components, I don’t think it’s possible for a poem not to preach something, however implicitly.

My notes refer to two other continuums, more important than the instruction/entertainment one: the plurexpressive continuum which begins with poems with no averbal components and ends with poems mixing aesthetically consequential words with aesthetically consequential mathematics and cryptography and visual images (beyond their mere visual appearance) and sound images (beyond the sound any word must make when pronounced aloud)—and who knows what else.

The other continuum is the linguistic complexity continuum going from some of William Carlos Williams’s most direct poets up to the weirdest genuine language poems.

And that does it for me today.

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Entry 1764 — Fiddle-Faddle and Blither, Part 1

March 24th, 2015

When I woke up at a little after six and took my second dose of prednisone for my back problem with the other meds I take at that time, I took a hydrocodone–in hopes that it would help with my leg pain, which is still bad enough to make it very painful both the get into bed and out of bed.  Back in bed, I went into one of the flows I often do after taking my opiate, and had enough ideas to blither about here to make a list of them.

I’ve now been out to visit my tennis friends.  Yesterday my pain began lessening, I thought, so hoped I might be able to play this morning although I thought it a long shot.  No way I could.  But I needed bananas, and to banter with my friends, too, so I visited them, insulted their play, then did my marketing.  I had a bit of a nap after getting home, and now am here–with another hydrocodone in me, going for broke in the anti-pain department, and the morphine flow department.

First from thoughts earlier than this morning’s.  It concerns a poem Cummings wrote at the age of 19 that was quoted in Spring, the Journal of the E. E. Cummings Society, number 20, which just arrived yesterday although it’s the 2013 issue.  Mike Webster, the editor, has been valiantly trying to catch up for the past five or more years and is slowly doing it.  Anyway, the Cummings poem is clearly by him, the giveaway being, sadly, its excessive sentimentality—which he got away from in his best later poems.  It is also overly derivative, of poets before Pound and Eliot.  But it has his eye, and “untranslated stars,” which shows up toward the end, and is, in my mind, terrific.  I will only say that “untranslatable stars” would have been interesting but, for me, annoying untrue.

Now to this morning’s thoughts—which, by the way, I considered when having them that they would be material for a blog entry.  That’s no doubt why they began with the medical problems chronicled here yesterday.  Hold that: it’s no doubt why they quickly turned to those problems.  They actually began with a quotation from a letter of Robert Frost’s quoted in an excellent –Oops.

Strange, I was just thinking how I must be pretty free of Alzheimer’s because I seemed to have such a good recall of my thoughts from four hours ago—although, I did write notes about them when finished because of their quantity.  I just remembered, though, that the first of them was a repeat of thoughts I had over a week ago!  And spent a good portion of a blog entry on!  Cheez.

Oh, well, I may have had a few new thoughts about my subject which was basically a condemnation of Horace for wanting poetry to be both instructive and entertaining.  It should only be instructional secondarily, if at all—according to the Poetics of Grumman.  As I don’t think I wrote before, I have never read anything I can remember by Horace, although I must have come across lines or full short poems by him.  This I consider a flaw, a near-serious one, of mine.

It’s only a “near-serious” flaw, however.  That’s because the world has too many people in it, hence every art or verosophy field has too many books anyone serious about that field should have read to be able to have read them all by the time he’s fifty and has too much in his brain to keep stuffing things into it—but will, anyway.  This may not be true of someone serious about only one or two fields: an academic, in other words.  They are prevented from reading all the books they should have in their fields by their innate inability to recognize any book significantly about anything significantly new since what their college years (or, in too many cases, their English professors’ college years) as a book they should read.  It is horribly true of someone serious about as many fields as I, even though most of my seriousness skips most of each field’s details—and most of the other things academics learn, something I by no means consider a virtue of mine, just not a crucial defect.

A new thought, that is, a thought neither from my morning thoughts nor the Frost thought.  A thought my sentence about it at once illustrates: a thought about how often I find some minutely clarifying detail or similar kind of addition (Jesus, my spell-checker just informed me that “addition” was a mistake and gave me the option to change it to “addiction” but not to “Add to Dictionary.”  What is it trying to tell me?  Hmmm, it let my se3cond use of “addition:” pass, then let the first pass, after all.  It’s trying to make you people, who—I’m sure—include government specialists in abnormal psychology, think I’m hallucinating when I accuse them of using my spell-checker against me, not for the first time!!!!

You doubt me.  You wouldn’t if the things they do to me happened to you.  For instance, it is certain to me, and who would be more likely to know, that they have implanted a second brain in me—down around my lower back, which is the real reason for my recent physical ailments.  They switch me into that brain and hold me there as long as they can.  Fortunately, they gave any artificial brains yet capable of keeping me switched for more than a minute or two, but they’re working on it.  This second brain doesn’t show up on any of the x-rays or MRIs of the area it’s in because the government intercepts the data before it is printed and fixes it.  Proof that it exists is the incredible number of typing mistakes I make: I leave off 50% of my required “ed’s” and “s’s” and put in 50% of those when not required, for instance.  Many many more similar problems.

The second brain is also why my political and knowlecular writings are the way they are, too.  One your screens.  They show up the way I wrote them on mine, but they missed an email I got the other day from a friend of mine who thought I was wrong when I described Putin as a mountain goat with two breads who has gone three days without his Cheerios and is very angry, which explains his constant tirades against Marton Koppany.  I quite realize he is too stupid to know anything about Marton.  The tirades I actually wrote about were about ME!

I don’t know why I bother telling you all this consider what the government will do with this entry, but it makes me feel better, and maybe one of the many government agents involved in the campaign to neutralize me will save what I really said to be able later, when I’m dead, to show how clever he and his fellow agents were, and how people like me have no chance against them.  And it isn’t a chance of more than twenty-two thousand to one that someone will much later find what I said among his papers, or those of the few he privately showed them to, who will reveal them to the public—if the world ever recovers from this dark age and The Truth is a legal goal of organizations like the McArthur Foundation.

Right now, I’m listening to SIegfried, which has DOUBLEd my pleasure, in Case tHat is of intErest to anyone.  Not much Chance of that, as RicK, my good friEnD, would agree.  I believe THERE ARE NO others who would.  But ERRORS HERE, I am sure, are possible.

Back, finally to my morning thoughts.  They began, as I said with Frost and Horace.  Quite soon, I felt like revealing that after my “brush with death,” I felt a need to make sure that I got all my thoughts like the one about Frost and Horace recorded somewhere, even I it meant a lot of repetition.  I next felt a need to amplify my observation about my arthritis.  Autobiographical data about my feelings for posterity, you know.  I wanted to make sure my very human response to having been diagnosed with prostate cancer at age 57, which a sample of cells from my prostate made almost certainly valid, and which would almost surely kill be within a few years if left untreated, went into the books on me.  I want people to know I iz a hommin bean regardless of how superior to all other hoomin beans I am.  I wanna be liked, I wanna be liked, I wanna be liked.  Oh, yeah, yes, I wanna be liked.

My response was an perhaps ridiculous increase in my sensitivity to the lethal effects of just about anything that was clearly wrong with me, or even physically different—like a twitch for 40 seconds in a place where I couldn’t remember ever having twitched before.  I wouldn’t think it was a symptom of something unknown that would kill me in a year or less for more than a few minutes, but that would be my first thought.  See, I can be as irrational as anyone.

So my latest self-diagnosis was cancer, probably a return of my prostate cancer.  It last till yesterday when the doctor assured me it was almost certain “just” a nervous system problem due to my arthritic back—because my pain jumped around, which was almost always a symptom of a nerve problem, and the x-rays showed nothing else that it could be.  Although that according to the hand-out I was given when I left, that would have to be confirmed by other doctors, and perhaps other tests.

Throughout my fear that I had something terminally wrong with me, I need to emphasize that I never thought I was being rational.  My objective view was that there were many things that could be wrong with me, and that it probably had to do with my back, which an MRI had shown to have been responsible for serious problems with my legs only a few months ago, and various other tests had shown me free of anything else bad, so I was probably okay, and certainly had insufficient data—and understanding of medicine, to have any rational opinion of my condition.  Still, the main awareness in charge of the situation was not my reducticeptual or scienceptual awareness, although I’m not sure which awareness–or more likely, snarl of awarenesses—was.  Finding out that would be worth doing but right now I feel unable to make any start at it.  Perhaps because the notes I’m turning into this entry have me over-loaded.  Or the combination of them with Crowley-thoughts. . . .

Okay, I’m too the next set of notes, and am unsure what they mean.  They were about a rant about, and serious discussion of, freedom of speech.  What’s unsure to me is the lead-in to it.  The lead-in is from my Frost/Horace.  Prejudices, like mine against poems about virtues, as feelings so not examples of irrationality?  Yes, but there’s more that remains vague to me.

Oh, I meant to say that one of the useful continuums for poetry is the one from pure instruction up (yes, it’s my rendering of the continuum and if I want pure instruction at the left, I have the right to put it there!) to pure entertainment (by which, remember, I don’t mean the morons’ meaning of “entertainment” as something that provides pleasure for the uncultured but not to be taken seriously, but simply, and rigorously, “the goal of all art”).

“Evil you should not be doing/ Because it is a bad thing,” is a terrible poem, but a poem, because lineated, however the halfwits who want to deny anything they don’t think wonderful to be art will wail it’s not poetry but doggerel, which is also is.  (This is not a dogma of mine, but I don’t think it worth supporting with rational arguments one more time.)

My little couplet would be at the left end of my instruction/enter-tainment continuum.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Entry 1763 — I’m Not Terminal

March 23rd, 2015

The good news is that my problem is “just” arthritis; the bad news is I felt worse leaving the hospital–in spite of the three prednisones I was given–than I did going to it–on my bike!  Seems no matter how bad off I am, I can always ride my bike.

 

Entry 1762 — New Calamity

March 23rd, 2015

I’m off to the hospital.  So I may not be posting here for a while, if ever.  Pain and difficulty walking, but I have no idea what’s wrong.

 

Best, to all, Bob

Entry 1761 — The Final Final & Other Stuff

March 23rd, 2015

On Sunday, March 22, 2015 12:04 PM, Bob Grumman <[email protected]> posted this at NowPoetry:

The first took me over a week, the second fifteen minutes, except for a spelling correction two hours later. The first is at /2015/03/21/entry-1759, the second one day later. I’m posting them because the first is autobiographical: Peach Island actually exists in Long Island Sound fifty yards or so from the shore of Harbor View where I spent my best years (from age 7 to 12), and my poem about it has zillions of epiphanies!

The rest of the poem and all of the second poem are autobiographical only to the extent of expressing my love of fantasy stories beginning with the Grimm’s tales my mother read to me. I was almost going to call the first poem an homage to JK Rowling but it only connects to the Potter series as fantasy. I think I may try for a specific poem about Harry if my subconsciousness can come up with the necessary ingredients. Confession: while I do regard Rowling’s series highly, I want to make a poem on it mainly as a way of enlarging my audience–maybe even double it to 16.

Feedback, of course, would be appreciated. Feedback, of course, not expected. Except possibly for the Superior Two whose names I will not divulge.

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On Sun, Mar 22, 2015 at 2:22 PM, ‘stephen russell’ via NowPoetry <[email protected]> wrote:

peach island, just offshore —
abondoned house
in the middle of the trees

Bob, I think you can delete a few words … still, fascinating ….

I’ve always thought that your work would appeal to bright pre-adolescents. I remember Bloom, in a snide remark on the Charley Rhodes show, refer to Harry Potter as “trash.” Apparently, because Potter did not measure up to E B White, the book was unworthy of his esteem.

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Very interesting, Stephen–my immediate reaction to your suggestion was, doesn’t he realize I want to indicate the size of the little island? But I thought about it for a while and realized I didn’t have to! In fact, if I don’t, the reader can imagine the island any size he wants to! And the main purpose of the poem is to give the reader something to use his imagination on. So thanks!

As for Bloom, you know my opinion of him. Bloom’s contempt reminds me of Edmund Wilson’s for detective novels. As for me, the only genre novels I don’t like are romance novels, and that’s because I’m one of those horrible XY people. But I consider Rowling much better than White, even though he was an XY, she a double X.

Off to fix my poem, now.

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MARCH 18, 2015 – GEORGETOWN HAS RECEIVED A $4 million gift to permanently endow its Lannan Center for Poetics and Social Practice as it celebrates its 25th anniversary and prepares for its annual spring symposium – featuring renowned poets, writers, intellectuals and activists – this month.

Aho, an almost perfect counter-post to mine about my new anti-social practice and unmillioned or hundreded poems. (Ain’t it turble way I takes everythin’ personal!)

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Entry 1760 — Another New Poem

March 22nd, 2015

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Title: Cryptographiku in Praise of the Imagination

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Entry 1759 — A Possibly Finished Poem

March 21st, 2015

HomageToGomringer21March2015FinalOoops, the above is not my final version, this is:

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Entry 1758 — My New Blogs

March 20th, 2015

Today’s blog entry is at my Knowlecular Psychology Blog.  Make that was at my Knowlecular Psychologt Blog.  As soon as I posted the entry, I realized my new set-up is not likely to work because Pages are not Blogs, they will just go on and on as single pages until, it’s my guess, they reach a limit.  I could set up three new real blogs but they’d be too much trouble to operate.  So, I’m now shutting down my pseudo-blogs, and poeticks.com will go back to the being the dithered mess it’s been for the past several years.  Beginning with what I had in my Knowlecular Psychology Blog for today:

Here beginneth my knowlecular psychology blog.

This has been up for a day or so and has had three visitors!  I wasn’t sure anyone was interested in my totally uncertified theory.  Anyway, I think the three of you, even though you may all just be students of abnormal psychology.  (Actually, I think you’re all academics stealing ideas from me.  No problem.  Although I would like getting credit for them, I’ve gone too long without any recognition for even one of them to be able any longer to care much.)

Entry 1 — Plexed and Unplexed Data

This won’t be much of an entry, just some notes from another bedtime trickle of ideas.  Two nights ago, I think.  It is just a return to the presentation of my theory of accommodance.  I’d been thinking of it as retroceptual data versus perceptual data, or a person’s memory versus the external stimuli he’s encountering.  It’s not an easy dichotomy, though, because it’s really strong memories versus perceptual data and random memories.  So I split the data involved into assimilated versus unassimilated data, or fragmentary versus unified, or unconsolidated versus consolidated.  Later I got more rigorous: there are, I now posit, plexed and unplexed data, or data consolidated into a knowleplex and “free” data, mostly coming in from a person’s external or internal environment but sometimes containing retrocepts (bits of memory) that have not yet been consolidated into a knowleplex.

I had a second thought: that some plexed data could come from the environment.  This would occur when a person encountered a complex of stimuli that quickly activated some knowleplex he had and accompanied it.  Ergo, there were two kinds of plexed data: retroceptual and perceptual; there were two kinds of unplexed data, too: retroceptual and perceptual.   I think of perceptual plexed data as “preplexed,”

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Maybe when I’m not in my null zone, where I am now, I’ll come up with a better idea for improving my blog.

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Entry 1757 — My New Blog Set-Up

March 19th, 2015

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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