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Gabby Rubin scored seven of her game-high 21 points in the fourth quarter as Moore Catholic finally pulled away from host St. John Villa to record a 48-39 CHSAA victory Sunday afternoon in Grasmere.
Villa, which trailed by as many as 13 points in the third quarter, made things interesting at the beginning of the final stanza when Sammi Baccerra and Samantha Flecker connected on back-to-back threes to cut the deficit to five points (38-33) with four minutes left in regulation.
However, Rubin connected on a long trey from the top of the key and seconds later stole the ball at mid-court and went in for hoop.
After the Bears missed a shot at the other end of the court, Rubin drove the lane and dished the ball off to Shannon Azzato who drained a short jumper that gave the Mavericks a 46-35 advantage.
Rubin then connected on a short jumper inside the key with less than a minute to go to complete her seven-point run and the 10-2 spurt that made it a 48-35 contest.
"That was just a terrific performance by Gabby," said Moore assistant coach Megan Mahoney, who was filling in for head coach Rich Postiglione. "She is our senior captain and our go-to player and that's what she showed us this afternoon. I always dreaded coming to this court as a player because the Villa teams always play so hard, and nothing has changed. I thought it was an excellent performance by both teams."
The Mavericks opened up a 9-2 lead off the opening tap but a pair of three-pointers by Dorothy O'Neill got the bears back into contention and it was a 17-11 contest after one period.
Moore remained ahead by six points into halftime (28-22), and it could've been a lot worse if not for some terrific defensive work by Villa forward Jordan Cunningham.
The Mavericks threatened to blow the game open in the third quarter when their trapping defense held the Bears to just five points, but the hosts quickly got back into contention before Rubin made her run.
"I thought we were finally going to put this one away when we switched defenses in the second half, but you have to give credit to the Villa players," said Mahoney. "But our girls showed me a lot also. When the game got tight they brought their play up to another level."

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The jury in the trial of Stephen Farrow has been hearing from Michaela Rowsell who met him at a church in Dorset after going there to help the homeless.
She says within two weeks a friend told her that Mr Farrow fancied her. "Did you feel the same way?", asked the prosecution. "No", she replied.
She told the court the defendant invented meetings at church to see her.
She says he became "dark and violent".
Michaela Rowsell later received texts saying "I love you, I miss you".
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As you reject me you will suffer. I will be just around the corner and you will never know when I will be there. You don't and never knew just how disturbed I am. The church will be the first to suffer. It was always going to end like this. You can all go to hell. Watch the news because you will know it was me.
Stephen Farrow, who's 49, denies the murder of Betty Yates from Worcestershire. He also denies murdering Rev John Suddards from Gloucestershire, but admits manslaughter on the grounds of diminished responsibility.
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Ghada and I got up before six this morning to meet Mr Haji who was to take us to the fish auction in the village this morning but we never made it. I had barely slept all night — my mosquito tent is very secure, except for when a mosquito manages to sneak inside as I open it up to climb in.
I fall asleep, wake up itchy, and the night then becomes a routine of trying to fix the situation. Also I keep opening my door and walking outside of my hut staring into the darkness like a hungry person who opens the refrigerator door over and over again even though there is nothing in there to eat. Each time I am surprised and disappointed by the darkness, as if only the morning could offer at least the solution of starting a new day, when we can stretch the day as long as it will allow. And so I find myself dreading sleep time, when my body asks for rest and there is no promise of it.
Delivered like this into morning, most days start out slowly, except when Ghada and I have ventured into the village for photographing and interviewing.
The first sound of the day is the ocean. The first sight is the light blue water prefaced by white sand and the two mamas on the beach who sleep outside next to their huts with crafts, next to my hut. "Jambo!", they say first, before propositioning for a massage. Jambo! Mambo! Hello, how are you? Poa, I'm cool. Massage? Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow. Or, not today. Asanti. Thank you. Hakuna Matata, no problem.
A few steps away is free coffee and a simple breakfast included in our hut price — a small banana, which is about half the size of the ones we get at home, half of a mango still on the skin offering itself is turned inside out in squared sections. A small oily crepe, and another piece of bread — sometimes a square fried donu, or a piece of white bread.
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Loved it! But Pleaseee just complete the story. I have been waiting for an update for soo long
Love it!
Please, please update this soon! It's very well=written and I love it! I hope you're not too busy, and you can find time to continue writing this, because it would be a shame if you didn't!
Loved the chapter.....truly a tearjerker.....
please update....dying to know what happens next....please update
oh I love this chapter. I want to know what happens how they get together. Please write on and write fast can't wait.
Kicking myself as I've realised that you're a slow updater (last update 7 months ago and the story started in '06 D:).
Please update soon!
Holy god, you're amazing
I like it (:
Love it, actually.
It's really good!
I love the way how you can see the Lily/James relationship reluctantly forming and the hilarity of the fact that I know what the turnout is going to be.
Very, very good, can't wait to read more and see how it unfolds!
I really hope you'll update this again... ._. I'm in tears.
WOOW! it is just wonderful and charming and... i don't know. Just keep writing.ok? Please. i just want to read more. its realy perfect. you shouldn't give up.
wow this is an incredibly beautiful chapter. writing wise, i really like the way your style changed from lily and james: their story of love. it's much darker, which i like, and it's also very plot filled. also leaves me on a cliffhanger, i really want you to continue this one, please?
Wow. I am officially addicted to this story. I've just recently gotten back into reading at MNFF, and this story has blown my mind.
To be honest, I was in a rather emotionally abusive relationship myself, and I continually went back to it despite my friends' warnings. I feel a very strong bout of sympathy for Lily, as well as a frustration with her for ignoring good sense.
This fanfic is real and raw, and you have truly captured the nature of an abusive relationship. The best and most real emotion you've given Lily is the lack of self-esteem. I remember feeling so worthless without that boy, and then feeling almost as bad when with him, and yet still feeling like I was helping him.
Just wow. Amazing job. Can't wait to read more.
Thank you for writing such a touching fic.
your best one, really. I hope the next chapter will be out soon, and I'm looking forward to it, at any rate.
Omg. For real, you need to update like right now. That was so good! I can't wait to read more!
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Lily Evan wouldn't have been in that situation.
I so love this story. I've been with it since it can't be almost two years now? can it? anyway, it's one of my all time favourites and seeing the update made me almost die of happiness. haha, brill story.
your james is perfect although lily isn't how i imagine her but it works amazingly in this story.
I really hope you update soon.
pleeeeease write more!! This is wonderfully written, but horribly sad!!
i was both happy and suprised to see this story in my inbox. it was the first story i read on this site and definitly was my favorite and when u discontinued it on this site and ur two other sites i was dissappointed. But i hope that u will continue writing it because i love reading it.


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Coming to SchoolVernon Everett Duroccirca 1920Pictorial Photography in America 1920Project GutenbergSusan Briante : THE PHYSICISTS SAY THE UNIVERSE MIGHT BETuesday poem #42 in DUSIE
a projection on the edge of a screen shadows by the door or the boundary between the Muskogee and Cherokee nations more nothing than anything else smash the smallest parts to see if nothingness breaks but there must be another way there's no reason in the cosmic order to necessitate human existence no equation to explain the little arrows at the end of my fingers—a plate glass above all that I do and you hold the grease pencil and you move the shipping containers across the horizon like a sentence about to be said: this morning I saw the word "dog" in a hair left in the bathtub and no matter how I turned could not get it to read "god"(....)
When I was writing my first book, Pioneers in the Study of Motion, I was really interested in the fragment. After six years in Mexico, there were many stories I wanted to tell, but I knew I was writing in the complicated wake of many other traveler/writers. Instead of trying to tell a story—to offer a version of Mexico—I found myself thinking about the field note: non-linear, observation-based, provisional and speculative—much like the best poems. Rosmarie Waldrop writes: "The glint of light on the cut, this spark given off by the edges is what I am after." In many of the poems of Pioneers in the Study of Motion, I wanted to use juxtaposition to create sparks like those you see in the contact between two metals—the conquers' sword and warriors' shield—or the smoke sometimes observed when the wheels of a plane touch down on the runway. I hoped juxtaposition would draw the reader's attention to the poem's surface lest they be fooled into believing they might actually be seeing Mexico rather than a glimpse of my mind. Before I started writing the poems that would become Utopia Minus, I was reading WG Sebald's Rings of Saturn. In that book, Sebald proposes to take readers on walks through the English countryside, but actually he creates a journey through syntax and thought and history. Likewise, I wanted my poems to start from a fixed place—a building (often abandoned), a batholith in the Texas Hill Country—but I wanted to challenge myself as to the intellectual distance I could traverse without resorting to collage. I wanted to walk through these thoughts. I love falling asleep somewhere over Kansas and waking up on the tarmac in San Francisco. But I also relish the process of taking things mile by mile, word by word, to notice every historical marker, strip mall, roadside curiosity, to savor every preposition, verb, clause.
Bopping At Birdland (Stomp Time)Romare Bearden b. September 2, 1911Nigun Poems & PoeticsJake Marmerpresented by Jerome RothenbergJake Marmer's Bop Apocalypse Poetry, Philosophy, Existential RantsNigun Au Rebours this song is not an act but erasure the way other songs reach into you this one retreats, taking with it stuff that seemed nailed to the floor this song is cinematic in its reel you may find yourself humming its residue you may wonder who you're feeding— through the song's straw that ascends to the pouting mouth of the vanishing point
Proust's QuestionnaireJohn Ashbery (....)
It's a question of questions, first: The nuts-and-bolts kind you know you can answer And the impersonal ones you answer almost without meaning to: "My greatest regret." "What keeps the world from falling down." And then the results are brilliant: Someone is summoned to a name, and soon A roomful of people becomes dense and contoured And words come out of the wall To batter the rhythm of generation following on generation. And I see once more how everything Must be up to me: here a calamity to be smoothed away Like ringlets, there the luck of uncoding This singular cipher of primary And secondary colors, and the animals With us in the ark, happy to be there as it settles Into an always more violent sea. - in Ashbery's A Wave: Poems
Ashbery, Proust and Time John Demingcold front(....)
Much of Proust's prose, much like certain passages in Ashbery's poetry and creative prose, involves extended sentences that arrive flush with the passing of time; they do their best to hold off the "certitude" or "stopping point" of a period, or the stopping point of a fixed, certain idea. Time is positioned as a human being's most fundamental problem, and accomplishing whatever work time permits one to accomplish – accounting for time as it passes, and learning from it – seems the appropriate response. This says something about the volume of work that both have produced. Time is the space a person occupies; passed time is "beneath" a person, according to Proust, leaving one standing on higher and higher stilts until they either collapse for good, or extend to a new, unrecognizable set of circumstances. Ashbery notes in "Convex" that days grow "concentrically" around a life, a more useful representation of time than the traditional "linear" timeline. Time is not backwards to forwards; it is a plane, and to feel it passing is to feel warps in the curve of spacetime.
Handbook of the trees of the northern states and Canada east of the Rocky mountains.Romeyn Beck Hough1907 Internet Archive Book Images' PhotostreamFlickr
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In Kafka Translated, Michelle Woods traces the history of Kafka in translation through four examples: the Czech journalist Milena Jesenská, Kafka's very first translator (and his lover); Willa Muir, whose reputation was largely overshadowed by her husband; and the contemporary translators Mark Harman and Michael Hofmann. Unlike the Muirs, who produced a smooth and "readable" Kafka intended to appeal to a wide readership, recent translators have taken a deliberately "foreignising" approach by sticking closely to the originals. Harman and Hofmann do not try to correct apparent stylistic weaknesses, such as Kafka's repetitive vocabulary or his over-long sentences and paragraphs – what Harman, paraphrasing Samuel Beckett, calls the "steamroller-like quality" of Kafka's prose.
September 01, 2014
Readers under the Lamp1913Willi Baumeister d. August 31, 1955
after revolution: a review of antoine volodine's writers Diana George3:am"I hate reading 'difficult authors.'" In this interview filmed in 2011, French writer Antoine Volodine looks pained when asked why he dislikes hearing his books called "difficult." He counters that his books are only difficult to summarize, not to read. It's true: the ramifying narrative strands of Volodine's novels fascinate, but they are almost impossible to describe. Like the fictitious novels penned by one of his writer-characters in the newly translated Writers (Dalkey, 2014; Éditions du Seuil, 2010), Volodine's books consist of "dark scenes, oscillation between political and mystical spheres, biting humor, nested story lines, tangled interior worlds, portrayal of the drift towards madness or death." And Volodine's books present a further difficulty for summary: they belong to a fictional-yet-real literary movement named (by Volodine) "post-exoticism." In a "post-exotic" novel, the plot usually begins long after the defeat of an unnarrated "world revolution"; the characters are often revengers or revolutionaries, now imprisoned, or mad, or dead; and the narrative voice shifts among narrators and "surnarrators," in books-within-books ascribed to various heteronyms—these last are fictional post-exotic writers who sometimes also publish books in our world. (Volodine's heteronyms with autonomous literary careers include Manuela Draeger and Lutz Bassmann.) Their battle lost, these fictional post-exotics have not conceded defeat or renounced their beliefs; instead, they've taken up writing—but post-exotic writing is a lowly, risible act, often consisting merely of tapping on pipes in prison cells, or murmuring or sighing or coughing out words that come to nothing in the end. Given this complexity, Volodine's books may sound difficult, to a degree that belies the rapt experience of reading them. And in Writers, the writer-characters struggle with a Beckettian difficulty: how to come to the end of writing. However, even as they try to reach silence, the writers in Writers go on writing—in gripping, poetic, hallucinatory images—after the end of revolution, after defeat or betrayal.
Unspectacular LandscapesClaudia TerstappenThree poemsDariusz SośnickiTranslated by Tadeusz PióroPoems from Altered State - The New Polish Poetryjacket29Leaves Shake themselves off trees so violently that drifts rise along curbs in alleys and under building walls. Trams plod through strewn streets lose sight of their tracks and you see them later roaming the greens snouts down by the cold earth. The sky looks at itself in a shop window and everything is written in a thin, lined notebook. My well is full of twigs and dust, the tap chokes on an ice-cube: who sent these tight clothes to get me?An Alchemical Journal (2)Robert Kellypresented by Pierre Joris
Only now is it clear that I was walking on that hillside. Midway up the woods there is a fence, & by it a black wet tree. We stopped & planted seeds there, in the middle of the air. There was such silence in the woods, in the wood, & that's what I'm trying to get away from now. No need for all that silence, no need for all this secrecy, as far as I can see. And there are houses where women sleep. Were we sad because we were silent, & silent because all the secrets had told themselves into the listening rain? Anybody seeing me would have known what was on my mind.
Words without Borders September 2014: Writing Exile
The Poet Cannot Stand Aside: Arabic Literature and Exile M. Lynx Qualey
Migration, banishment, and estrangement have long been themes of Arabic letters. The trope of collective exile, or collective loss of a homeland, has been a separate but overlapping part of the shared imaginative landscape. It took on new force after the 1492 fall of Grenada, after which waves of Jews, Muslims, and others were forced to flee what had been a powerful, diverse caliphate, populated by some of Arabic literature's most important writers. These two overlapping threads—personal and collective exile—have been leitmotifs throughout the last several hundred years of Arabic literature. But in the last century, they have moved from the periphery to the center of literary discussion.
Harbor1909Georges Braqued. August 31, 1963
Democracy and the Spectacle On Rousseau's homeopathic strategyChiara BotticiPublic SeminarIn this talk, delivered as 2013 Cassirer Lecture of the University of Gothenburg, I argue that this striking remark must be understood within the more general framework of a critique of the spectacular nature of modern society. If the spectacle is not simply an occasional form of entertainment, but a social relationship that pervades modern society as a whole, how can we escape from it? Rousseau's homeopathic strategy, according to which we should fight an evil through small doses of that very same evil, offers a solution that is crucial for grasping the scope of Rousseau's critique of the spectacle as well as for rethinking the possibility of democracy.
August 29, 2014 _______________________
An Alchemical Journal
Robert Kelly
presented by Pierre Joris
the first installment of Robert Kelly's An Alchemical Journal (first published in IO magazine #4, summer 1967 & reprinted in The Alchemist to Mercury, a collection of Kelly's work edited by Jed Rasula in 1981. There will be about 10 installments to be published roughly one every second or third day.
Silence as instruction. Two kinds of Silence. Negative: silence as abstention from utterance [how to teach poetry]. Positive: silence as a shape to ram down their throats. In their ears. Bodies. Eyes. Shaped silence, against time.
Harpocrates is the Aion too. Silence of Hokhma. Silence of Binah. Michael Angelo's grieving women. Tomb of Giuliano de' Medici, my initiation into the sphere of Binah, into the urgency of poetry. Trey of Spades. Pique-Dame. Prick this woman. Grief. Something held to the lips. Aion. Eis aiona. No time. (....)
It's on a hillside, & so much has been in or on or under hillsides. I mean on hillsides but the others came, in, under. I think of the raths & hills my Irishes knew, backparts of my blood, fair dark-haired red-haired men like me who spoke no language I could understand & were my fathers. What if a man desires the acquaintance of his remotest great-grandmother, and she a mere girl, in the matins of the world, walking on the dewed grass of Ireland. What does it mean if a man wants to go into that time before him (though our language says two different things with that word before: "Before Abraham was, I am" but "Before my eyes"), what does it mean if a man wants to step lightly across the Galway field, earliest morning, up to where the mother of his blood walks just as lightly, & to slip his arm around her slim waist, but with his wrist so flexed that the tips of his long fingers brush, press, & half-support the fullness of her right breast, soft loose in her dress?
Whoever that man was I would in that fashion have slightly been, whoever he was he knew the hillsides, had maybe walked inside them beyond the tradition of easy enchantments, had maybe seen those cities, worships, inconceivable entertainments, above all had maybe felt the speed of Faery. And if I say all that's in the hill is hill-stuff, molecules & subtle motions, I have denied nothing.
De Arte Natandi
(The Art of Swimming)
Everard Digby
published in 1587
The Public Domain Review
Journal of Urban Cultural Studies
Volume 1, Number 1, 1
Félix Guattari and urban cultural studies
Stephen Luis VilasecaFélix Guattari's work in 'Drawing, Cities, Nomads' and 'Space and Corporeity', two articles published in 1992, and his final three books, Cartographies schizo- analytiques/Schizoanalytic Cartographies), Les Trois écologies/The Three Ecologies and Chaosmose/Chaosmosis, not only theorize the relationship between subjectivity and the city, but also accompany the theory with a transdisciplinary call to remodel urban life. Guattari argues that the type of subjectivity we produce is linked to the type of cities we create, and vice versa. The world of predatory capitalism of the late 1980s and early 1990s in which Guattari wrote the books and articles reviewed here forced architects, urban planners, urban cultural studies theorists and activists to make important ethical and political choices. We are confronted with those same difficult decisions today. Will we continue to allow our subjectivity and our cities to be invaded by capitalism? Do we want our unconscious and our urban spaces to remain enslaved by money? If not, is there an alternative? Is there a will to change? How do we change? The purpose of this review article is to revisit Guattari's analysis of subjectivity and explore its theoreti- cal and practical relevance for urban studies in both the social sciences and humanities disciplines.
Michael Sowa
Joe Wenderoth interview"Beautiful, stupid, dangerous, life-saving, corrupting, and perhaps all there is."
by Paola Capó-García
That line in Celan's poem, "Speak, you too," where he basically says: speak … but keep Yes and No unsplit. Celan, unlike someone like Stevens, is not inclined to give advice about how to write poetry, but here is an exception. The artifice, Celan understands, is beautiful, stupid, dangerous, life-saving, corrupting, and perhaps all there is. I am speaking of the artifice of the poem, as that is the artifice he is speaking of. The artifice of society—its organization of bodies and their sustaining customs—is another matter altogether. The artifice of society—I think of Berryman's Henry in "Dream Song #7": "For the rats / have moved in, mostly, and this is for real." And of course one thinks of Marx—the means of production have become so massive, a Frankenstein etcetera. Bottom line is that the situation—in terms of the oncoming nightmare/toxic dump/simulation-trap has made the artifice of poetry obsolete, obscene, obtuse. Nevertheless it goes on, of course, and this fact is at the foundation of my own contempt for a great deal of the contemporary poetry I come across. I agree again with Celan when he suggests that the only poetry that can be taken seriously now is necessarily gray, uncertain (groping, i.e. human presence). I think Celan thought of his poetry as moments in which he was able to get free of artfulness, or art. Similar to Whitman here—proposing poetry as an act of life rather than an act of art. I would like to agree, but I suppose the poems I've been writing bear witness to a life sometimes unable to get free of art.
And perhaps simply: the older you get, the more artificial it all seems.
Michael Sowa
Wittgenstein's forgotten lesson
Ray Monk
prospectLudwig Wittgenstein is regarded by many, including myself, as the greatest philosopher of this century. His two great works, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus (1921) and Philosophical Investigations (published posthumously in 1953) have done much to shape subsequent developments in philosophy, especially in the analytic tradition. His charismatic personality has fascinated artists, playwrights, poets, novelists, musicians and even movie-makers, so that his fame has spread far beyond the confines of academic life.
And yet in a sense Wittgenstein's thought has made very little impression on the intellectual life of this century. As he himself realised, his style of thinking is at odds with the style that dominates our present era. His work is opposed, as he once put it, to "the spirit which informs the vast stream of European and American civilisation in which all of us stand." Nearly 50 years after his death, we can see, more clearly than ever, that the feeling that he was swimming against the tide was justified. If we wanted a label to describe this tide, we might call it "scientism," the view that every intelligible question has either a scientific solution or no solution at all. It is against this view that Wittgenstein set his face.
August 27, 2014
Man Ray
b. August 27, 1890
The Art of Empathy [pdf]
Celebrating Literature in Translation
National Endowment for the ArtsOur goal for this book was simple: to illuminate for the general reader the art and importance of translation through a variety of points of view. Each essay tells a different story; each story adds to our understanding of this little-known art form. And in case you read through these passionate essays and find yourself inspired to make the next book you read a work in translation, we've asked each of our contributors to recommend three books. These are not necessarily the quintessential, canonical, must-read translations from an academic point of view, but rather three books that they simply loved and wished to share.via Center for the Art of Translation
- Amy Stolls
'My lifetime dream is to be sitting at the bottom of a well'
Haruki Murakami talked writing, heroes, domestic life, dreams and how his life informs his novels at a Guardian book club at the Edinburgh international book festival – and he answered some of your questions
Me, She
Man Ray
Phantamasgoric Capitalism: Benjamin's Arcades Today
Jim Fearnley.
3:amThere seems to be only one way to approach a text like The Arcades Project, namely in the spirit in which it was written – discursively, digressively, impressionistically. Therefore, the following does not follow a conventional scheme, either of chronology or in the form of an imitation of the structure of the text, given its own organic flavour."A landscape haunts
Intense as opium"
- Stéphane Mallarmé
Why discuss The Arcades Project now? The book, for all its chaos and eccentricity, is an attempt to provide a record of capitalist development in a particular place and time, namely 19th-century Paris. As we know, capitalism hasn't gone away, and neither have the particularities discussed by Benjamin – the 'phantamasgoric' nature of a society created by an economy in which exchange and representation suppress use and experience, the power of commodity fetishism and its extension into the field of sexual relations, the bourgeois domination of inner-city space, and the voluntary nomadism of the middle-class flaneur.
There is a further reason why this is an opportune moment to critically examine the relationship between cultural studies and radical theory, and Benjamin is perhaps best placed to provide an example for discussion, given he was as much enamoured of the former as committed to the latter.
Copyright and the Tragedy of the Common
Tracy ReillyAbstractSavage capitalism is back – and it will not tame itself
... I will describe my related tragedy of the "common" theory in the context of copyright law doctrine, in which I will illustrate a broader moral and philosophical tragedy related to the manner in which contemporary copyright scholars are discouraging and outright debasing traditional creative works of authorship while inspiring an alternate doctrinal approach which they define by using subtle and elusive terms such as "collective ownership" and "collaborative cultural production." In this article, which examines copyright theory in a unique historical, literary, and philosophical context and contributes to the often contentious contemporary debate on the nature of creativity, I will show that viewing the process of copyright authorship and ownership of its resultant works with a collectivist or collaborative lens—or with what Søren Kierkegaard labels a "crowd mentality"—instead of continuing to reward individual authors for their creative works will invariably lead to the demoralization of the spirit of man and a culture in which common and regurgitated works will be produced rather than works of genius and individual originality, thus resulting in a decline of progress in contravention with Article I of the U.S. Constitution.
David Graeber
Ponzi Scheme Capitalism: An Interview with David Harvey
Departure of Summer
Man Ray
The Second Body and the Multiple Outside
Alina PopaPatho-logical knowledgeIn a visual field a thing which doesn't coincide with itself is a blurry thing whose position cannot but be approximated. This would correspond to an epistemology based on uncertainty – unlike the Western knowledge relying on truth and certainty, on identity and fixity of laws underpinning a logical system or a scientific theory. That is perhaps why blurry images bring about fear of unknown and are associated with terrorism, forensics, criminology or disabled sight thus poor logic.A body doesn't coincide with itself (Massumi)
A thing which doesn't coincide with itself is a frightful micro-cosmology. Healthy thought ceaselessly introduces a succession of time or a minimum causality in order to distance the indistinguishably different points and soften up the reasoning process. Usually, in classical philosophy time has privilege over space, so that space is created in time, one cannot think the emergence of form and space without the ticking causality of time, emergence without anteriority. Blurred thinking or better said patho-logical thinking (patho-logical is collapsing the logic of sense, of pathos and an impaired, diseased logic, a counterintuitive, stubborn and humiliating logic) can only grasp the necessity of uncertainty, of a blunt identity, of emergence without anteriority.
A diseased world from which time has been severed is a suffocating breathless world of absolute instance, of infinitesimal nowness where emergence equals eternity and events don't happen, they just are, frozen in a snapshot of overlapping actualized potentials. It is a deaf vibrancy, a non-acoustic oscillation of matter-strings, a traumatic sensorium, an inhuman regime. It is not anymore a vibrant matter(1) which folded onto a plane produces an unstable map of forces and trajectories, but a stabile instability, a map of the untraceable, the unrepresentable only a sadistic, suicidal thought could try to think. A productive paralysis similar with the "cruel thought" of Antonin Artaud. This collapse of movement and stability, this grounding of the ungroundable would be a world at the limit of thought, without process, a world of contradiction and paradox, of despair and catastrophic reason.
.....................................................Reading this essay I imagined Théophile Gautier, Charles Baudelaire, and Emil Cioran merged in the figure of a lamentation, an almost Rilkean Angel of Annihilation. To imagine a time traveler who can see the static frames of history in stasis, frozen forever in an obscene gesture of pure clarity, the stubborn movements of reality measured not in time but in eternity, the blipscreen of a final cinematic frame that captures the moment between time and eternity just before the screen goes blank forever: a form that is both formless and frozen. Even the spirit of decay is stifled here, in a world where everything has already happened, where time stand's still and the nothingness that is and the nothing that is not cross distinct light frames into each others gaze. She talks of how in every moment we are about "…to take an intimate shape, to consolidate in a known form, to create the world around us as we know it. There is an immense "fear of being undelimited", of losing periphery, of falling through the ground. It is the fright of ungroundedness, the horror of being on the brink of the solid."
- Craig Hickman, Alina Popa - Cruel Thoughts
August 26, 2014 photo - mwSelected PoemsGuillaume Apollinaire translated by A. S. KlineAutumn IllGuillaume Apollinaireb. August 25, 1880 translated by A. S. KlineAutumn ill and adored You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries When it has snowed In the orchard trees Poor autumn Dead in whiteness and riches Of snow and ripe fruits Deep in the sky The sparrow hawks cry Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs Who've never been loved In the far tree-lines the stags are groaning And how I love O season how I love your rumbling The falling fruits that no one gathers The wind the forest that are tumbling All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf The leaves You press A crowd That flows The life That goes(Alcools: Automne malade)
Face of LiruLina Bryans b. August 26, 1909
Penury by Myung Mi Kim reviewed by John Herbert Cunningham Galatea ResurectsKim, in a Youtube video, refers to Penury as a "mourning book". She indicates that the period of creation was from February 2003 to February 2006 which was the period during which "America has been in Iraq." She describes the book as proceedingby accretion, by adumbration, moving around different elements, there is a lot of transcription which are me literally transcribing whatever it happen to be, whether it's spoken, whether it's document, whether it's...something that is archival material...I'm also trying to pose the question "What is the necessary work of mourning both as bodies in social space trying to, in some sense, negotiate...the violence of militarism on human bodies, the notion of war and ecological degradation, my continuing concern about linguistic oppression or a certain attempt to address the...problematic of the ideology of monolingualism.In an interview conducted by Yedda Morrison in December 1997 titled 'Generosity as Method: An Interview with Myung Mi Kim', Kim discusses poetry as liberation and the authentication of a writer's experiences:I think there is always some kind of invisible, constant, millisecond-by-millisecond negotiation between the form and its divestment, between the poem and the world, that you're engaging every time you decide to write anything. However, any poem having any kind of cultural translation in the Twenty-first century – frankly, it isn't going to happen... It's so problematic for writers in our historical moment. Again, I think that I would answer that concern by saying that there's some awareness on my part, different from even five years ago, that we need two actions simultaneously. The first task is undertaking the kind of devotion and conviction towards authenticating the work you must do, the work we each must undertake, and that forms the basis for a much larger vision for a mobilizing potential for poetry...The second thing is to work out as many different models of where poetry can exist, where poetry can be inserted, can be read, experienced, performed; what are the various different ways that we can make poetry have contexts...Poetry is simply how you participate in language, and we all do that.
The End of the RoadLina Bryans
The Capitalism of AffectsCinzia Arruzzapublic seminarThe social management of affects is not an invention of capitalism and does not, as such, characterize capitalism in a specific way. In other words, when we address the problem of affects under capitalism, we should be very careful to avoid the risk of thinking that the problem lies in the capitalist intrusion into our hearts, in an opposition between, for example, the authenticity and naturalness of our private affects and their forced and normative display or regulation dictated by capitalist social relations. On the contrary, we may even think that a robust notion of the privacy of affects as characterizing what it means to be a unique individual arises with capitalism and modernity.
If this is true, then, we need some more analytical work in order to understand what exactly is specific to the managed heart under capitalism. For this purpose, I would like to suggest at least three factors that concur to a specific capitalist form of affects management.
August 25, 2014
photo - mw
The Right Stuff
Brenda Wineapple reviews The Allure of the Archives by Arlette Farge
threepenny reviewI have pitched into dusty boxes stuffed with faded green stationery and, when the day ended, I've stayed in musty motels overlooking busy highways, waiting anxiously for morning, when I could walk back over to the archives in the summer heat, hoping to discover something big and important and worth my sleepless while. I have wondered if I should untie the ribbon carefully knotted a century ago and read what was not meant for me. And then I have untied that ribbon and unfolded delicate sheets of writing paper. I have deciphered the script in leather-bound diaries whose covers crackle with age, and I have looked at old photographs, wondering who or what stared back.
I considered these research trips peculiar, sometimes productive, and, after I totted up my travel receipts, always expensive. But the reason I undertook them and the satisfactions they afforded seemed a private affair little understood except by weirdos like myself who rather enjoy this odd solitude and with whom I share a peculiar if not grandiose fantasy: that we're on a mission. We root around in old stuff because we're rescuing some person, some fact, or some event from the past and bringing them, or it, back to life.
As I say, I thought most of this rather eccentric until I read Arlette Farge's unique, lyrical paean to historical research, The Allure of the Archives, about the historian's never-sated passion for archival research, no matter how sepulchral the archive or arcane (and potentially fruitless) the quest. Originally published as Le Goût de l'Archive in France in 1989 and now superbly translated into English, this is the only book I know that in one hundred or so eloquent pages captures the essence of what it means to travel to an archive, to lose oneself in it, and even to argue silently with fellow researchers about how much noise they make or whether they, or you, have the best seat in the chilly room. (Library archives typically keep the temperature down to preserve documents. Even in summer, I bring a sweater.)
A Man with a Movie Camera
Dziga Vertov
soundtrack by Alloy Orchestra
Alloy Orchestra - The New Sound of Silent Films
Four poems
Leevi Lehto
jacketThe Chasm Is Here, The Chasm Is Nowhere...(more)
call a screw in for interrogation, and you will see
thru the meat grinder and couldn't think of putting anyone else thru such
keeps in the wall
isn't gaining any goodwill points here where baseball bats and
the purpose of its threads will ask you to
confess you are a rabbit
the shame of you: you will see at once
but be refused to take up a crusade to get
torture out of Norway. Take the screw back and ask
her to read once about sensory deprivation being the most effective form of
weather, and it will need stars. Keep the execution squad hidden
to survive this. He was going
behind a curtain disguised as the starry sky
not only to put up with this
somewhere. A wall collapses. That alone would be reason enough to
dream the Escape Dream, the toss all you
execute to screw reason, which leads the entire complex
promising that Dershowitz would advocate
the rebellion. The screw falls silent. And perhaps you, too,
which is why we're not going to the Billy Bob Thornton concert at the El Rey
having learned something this very morning: you cannot give orders
to constant attention, and besides,
before speech gives permission
no one (else) can come
Leevi Lehto at EPC
Passy, passage des Eaux
Eugène Atget
My Finnish Poetries
Leevi Lehto(....)
Let me say in passing that by giving you these examples, I am not implying that there would be some fundamental difference between thinking in these two languages. The idea of language conditioning and determining thought is of course prevalent in what is known as postmodern theory; likewise, you sometimes hear that theory criticized for claiming that, somehow, "everything is language". Though I've been much influenced by this kind of thinking, in both my intellectual and poetic development, I now tend to see the things the other way round. To say that everything is language would imply, fundamentally, that the reality is transparent, explainable, if only with difficulty (and those believing in this, I think, ultimately do think that everything is language.) For me, the centrality of language comes, on the contrary, from the fact that it is not everything, does not come to us naturally, is something to be learned, and for this reason always insufficient and unfinished, never capable of explaining everything. (and I'm tempted to make the equation: what, in philosophy, is known as the real = that which stays outside the language, resisting its power to explain). The job of poetry is sometimes said to be to make reality seem strange (or new.). To me the more urgent job is to reveal the strangeness of language. And here, there is no fundamental difference between the strangeness of my own language, and that of those learned later, and thus less in my command. This is one of the reasons I am more and more interested in writing in English, of which more later.
Scandinavian Journal of Intercultural Theory and practice
Vol 1 (2014) Tolerance
Guest Editors Introduction
Karina Hestad Skeie, Line Alice YtrehusThe first two issues of FLEKS explore the notion of tolerance in theory and praxis. Tolerance is a rather appropriate point of departure for a journal on intercultural communication and interaction. In the intercultural context, mutual tolerance and/or respect are seen as basic requirements whether the objective is the reciprocal exchange of ideas (in a dialogue), or effective communication for informational, political or commercial purposes. In addition, politicians and theorists involved in debates about multi-ethnic societies frequently describe tolerance as a basic human virtue that is required for peaceful coexistence.
Tolerance is a complex and multifaceted concept, and accordingly is not easy to grasp or study in a precise, coherent and non-reductive way. Usually the exercise of tolerance involves the making of a moral judgment, thus requiring knowledge, whether real or imagined, as well as reasoning and emotions. Tolerance may encompass anything from an acceptance and acknowledgement of something or somebody to an act of endurance that is undertaken with varying degrees of disapproval. In everyday life, the need for tolerance is most strongly felt when one is confronted by its opposite: hate speech, violence, contempt and exclusion. In everyday speech, we also hear calls for "zero tolerance" in certain multicultural settings. Sometimes these calls represent a firm adherence to basic values. Sometimes they represent a desire to defend what are considered to be vital interests. At other times, they are reactions based on fear, mistrust and misunderstandings. How can we determine what is what?
photo - mw
August 24, 2014
The Night Has Gone (1947)Jack Butler Yeatsb. August 29, 1871
The Poetics of Spaces: Inyo National Forest & Outward Janice Leeentropy
Here is the thing. In a place like this, your perspective changes, widens. Remember single frames of your life back there and realize what it means out here. Recall gestures of comfort, words spoken, feelings. Here: presence. Here: it all. Here is the thing. Happiness is difficult. Not just to obtain it, but to be consumed by it. For seconds, moments, hours at a time. It is a privileged part of life to be able to be joyous, even for just a few seconds, to be in love, to be content, to at least once breathe a sigh of relief. But it is also necessary to mourn, to lament, to be disappointed, to be angry, to regret. It is crucial that we fail. And it is crucial that we succeed. When you see the half-empty lake, imagine what it would look, you replace the word would with should, replace should with would again, see snapshots of lives that intertwine and scenes that seem to belong on postcards, exist in nature, away from that other stuff. You think about the weather. You are ambushed by a group of deer, fleeting, hopping. You think about life as privilege. As burden. You think about the scale of things. Large. Small. Full of holes. Weather-worn. A breeze that rises up behind your back and cools the sweat on your back.
Wood Interior1928Graham Sutherland b. August 24, 1903It is here that it translates, "this madness," that it comes back to us as the impossible need. Translating especially the untranslatable: when the text does not only carry an autonomous meaning which alone would be important, but when the sound, the image, the voice (phonological) and especially the principality of rhythm are predominant compared to the meaning or making good sense, so that the meaning is always in action, in formation, or "the nascent state" cannot be dissociated by what by itself is not stored in the semantics. And this, this is the poem. Certainly, no translator, no translation will not pass it, intact, from one language to another, and will not permit it to be read or heard as if it were transparent. And I would add: happily. The poem in its original language, is always already different from the language, whether it restores or establishes it; and it is this difference, the otherness, where the translator grabbed it or where it is grabbed, modifying in its turn its own language, making it dangerously moving, removing its identity and transparency to the "common sense," as Valéry says. Opacity? Opacity of sense? Opacity as meaning? Neither one nor the other. The opacity has multiple layers of language through which they walk and form what eventually - in infinity - mean: strata that simultaneously flicker or darken by the significance, moments by themselves neglected in common parlance, transforming then just to make comprehensible another another form of agreement, the unlimited agreement that breaks the ordinary trade. Hence, perhaps, the poetic loneliness (has anyone been there to understand it? It is infinitely enough to hear it?); hence also the poetic fraternity ("sovereign conversation"), since which, by the poem, we are called to the urgency of interminable ration where the "I" has always faded away to the other, and where speech, writing, and sign collapse without constantly pursuing anticipation that dissolves them and mysteriously remains there by a frightening dispersion. - Maurice Blanchot, The Rising Speech, Translated by Wanyoung Kim
The NovelistJack Butler YeatsAlice Oswald - Poems in the GuardianTime Poem Alice Oswald now the sound of the trees is worldwide and I'm still here staring when I should be bathing children. it's late, the bike's asleep on its feet. the fields hang to the sun by slackened lines... when the grass breathes, things fall. I saw the luminous underneath of a moth. and a blackbird mouth to the glow of the hour in hieroglyphics. who left the light on the step? pause what is the pace of a glance? the man at the wheel signs his speed on the ringroad right here in my reach, time is as thick as stone and as thin as a flying strand it's night and somebody's pushing his mower home to the moon
Alice Oswald at Poetry International and the Poetry FoundationEuropean Voices: A Reading and Conversation with British Poet Alice Oswaldyoutube Alice Oswald's nature columns in the New Statesman
The Struggle Against Silence — Interview with Alice Oswald
Interview With Alice Oswald Max Porterwhite review
Ashbery always sounds as if he's thinking, even when you can't quite get at the thoughts. Jorie Graham uses those expanding and compressing lines, which defeat the eyes and jumble the body's rhythms so that your mind sort of breaks open. Dickinson actually exposes the pauses in the brain. They all seem to articulate indecision, as if the poem was writing itself in an unfinished moment. I find that quite invigorating. Poetry has this close relationship with tradition, so it's interesting that the English language has two poetries, one of which (the American) is determined to escape its tradition. It's like an open window in the work-room. Whenever I sit down to write, I have to think through certain questions about form – am I or am I not going to write a sonnet? If I don't count syllables how do I communicate a tune? If I rhyme, whose voice am I putting on? And sometimes the whiff of America through the window gives me permission to ignore those questions. And then sometimes that permission can become a tyranny. Ginsberg and Frank O'Hara for example are quite pressurising and impatient with their invitations to freedom.
It's always been my feeling that one mind isn't enough for a poem. I like to talk about ideas with people. And I really do regard my poems as not my own. That's not just a false modesty. They come from working with other people. I've worked with gardeners. I've worked with a trumpeter. He taught me a lot about the gaps in poems and what they are doing. I like that tension between silence and music, or words. And the person I most collaborate with is a typographer who lives near here, called Kevin Mount. He's a really interesting person, a hidden genius. He's brilliant at understanding how a poem wants to be set on a page. I feel a poem needs not to assume it will be read. It has to have the energy to create its own necessity. Poems shouldn't operate within an expectation of poems being passed around. So I get very stuck on the question: why should a poem begin? Why should anything ever start speaking when silence is always more appropriate? This makes me suspicious of the impulse to write themed collections, because I think they dishonestly do away with the struggle against silence.
The Outsider Jack Butler Yeats
Poetic Thought for the Day (8/24/2014): The Quest for MeaningCraig HickmanWhat is an idea? What is a thing? What is poetry that ideas and things can suddenly come together? ...—Say it, no ideas but in things— nothing but the blank faces of the houses and cylindrical trees bent, forked by preconception and accident— split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained— secret—into the body of the light! – William Carlos Williams, Paterson
For the new breed of poets following the Speculative Realists there is a need to break out of Kant's circle and the Sublime and go back out into the real, or what Meillassoux would term the "Great Outdoors" of Being. Now poets following such notions so far realize that what this entails is a reframing of the way ideas and things interact. No longer bound to Kant's schemas and categories of thought, we are now exploring through the senses again. Instead of representations in the mind, we are turned toward the anti-representational worlds of the senses themselves. The trick is not to confuse the two. Idealism as far back as Parmenides is based on just such a notion of Ideas = Things; or Ideas and Being are one, so that it is through Ideas that we are in touch with the Real. This is the Platonic Cave all over again, the idea that this world is illusion, vanity, a surfeit of unreality. But is it? Why have we been tied to such anti-realistic notions of rocks, trees, mountains, rivers, etc. for two thousand years? Obviously I simplify to the point of a cartoon. I can't in such a short note begin to unload the whole conceptual history of Idealism or Materialism and their antecedents in one post. Madness, that. My greatest point is that confessional poetry was still keyed into representational or expressive thinking; and, we seem to be moving into a new time of speculative and anti-representational modes which is about how we frame ideas or things, people or places. It's almost a cross between the older modes of the metaphysical poets merging with the Renaissance core of naturalism… as if turning inside out. As if we'd pushed the realist and anti-realist modes of the last century based on understanding language or the "Linguistic Turn" and have like the Chinese sense of I Ching switched over from the masculine to feminine modes of thinking and feeling. More concretely William Carlos Williams a century ago said: "No ideas but in things." Now we would say "No things but in ideas." A grand reversal, but one that takes into account that the world is not "for us" but that we are all on equal footing. That things have their own ideas and can now express them, and it is up to us to absorb or receive them from the objects rather than imposing them as in Williams.
August 21, 2014
Porthmeor Beach
Christopher Wood
d. August 21, 1930
from Goat Songs
Chuya Nakahara
translated by Christian Nagle
asymptoteExhaustion...(more)For all men, there comes a time of languishing.I didn't awaken with a sense of purpose anymore.
First, one must have a thirst.
—Catherine de Medicis
I awoke and a sad, everyday scene
I'd bitterly dreamed of ...
(I could neither settle in
nor escape that place)
Then evening came, and I thought
this world is like an ocean.
I imagined a watery expanse at dusk,
where a haggard boatman rows
with unsteady hands.
Looking to see if there are any fish or not,
he passes by staring at the surface.
Christian Nagle on Chuya Nakahara
asymptoteChuya Nakahara was a Japanese early modernist of conflicting, even paradoxical, impulses: almost apolitical but fiercely iconoclastic; a progressive formalist; occasional swain of his own urban pastorals; an agnostic singer of prelapsarian hymns. He rejected the language of his age, of any age, strove to articulate what he called "the world before the word," wherein the primeval saturates the sensorial present. He was dismissive of institutions, especially literary schools and scholasticism, because, as he claimed at the start of his career, he was beyond their prescriptions. Yet, for all his bohemian airs, Chuya (like Dante, he is always affectionately referred to by his first name) was a proudly successful auto-didact, and his mastery of waka (formal, 7/5-syllabic verse) combined with his eventual competency in French to provide the touchstones for his hybrid evolution. He wrote half under the shadow of his Meiji-era predecessors, while straining towards those Symbolists he admired and translated—Rimbaud, Verlaine, Baudelaire, Mallarmé—and, with an assurance unrivaled by any of his peers, the Surrealists. His English was inadequate to an academic understanding of English-language poetry and, like many other Japanese modernists, he was privy only to a random body of English poems in translation, scattered through the journals of his time.
One should not, therefore, consider Chuya in the context of Western poetry. He wrote not within its traditions, only partly out of them. Yet he was, like many other 20th-21st century Japanese artists, a master of assimilation and transmogrification. Fundamental linguistic and prosodic differences between Japanese and English mean that while incorporating whatever Western formal elements he could, Chuya was obliged to make Japanese versions of others. In his sonnets, for example, since Japanese is non-accentual, he refigures iambic pentameter as waka-form syllablic lines. Although not a pioneer in this regard, Chuya is admired today as one of the most scrupulous pre-war Japanese writers of poems informed by European models. He acquired new thematic and tonal license from his obsession with collections like Le Bateau Ivre, but the element of Symbolist poetry that held the greatest value for him was refrain. Through it he found liberation from the claustrophobic dimensions of tanka and haiku, even while the echoes of their decorum kept his poems grounded in the culture from which they derive.
A Fishing Boat in Dieppe Harbour
Christopher Wood
The Return To Silence — An Essay On Friedrich Hölderlin
Paul StubbsThe end of speech could arrive on the day when everybody feels as theologically posthumous as Friedrich Hölderlin did, or when we, the only defensible illusions of his lost syntactically fatherland, come to feel as truncated by his voice as he did by God's. He, a heresiarch of grammar, a stylistic and apophatic revolutionary—yet what greater advances on the holy lands might he have made if he had never once opened his mouth? If, in the middle of a poem, he had celebrated only the vocal impoverishment of man, rather than what, by the time of the late 'Hymns', had begun to impinge on humankind. In 'Patmos' we read: 'Near is / And difficult to grasp, the God', which is the moment when the retractable visor of God begins to draw across the visage, at the same time, of both animals and humans alike. But then Hölderlin, as if aggravated by the knowledge of all things divine, dreamt of nothing but what in the New Testament cannot be said. Establishing what is contrary to the fanatic and the zealot, the poet by-passed the reasonable believer, to pronounce the Christian a mute thinker, that is compared to the grammatically forming image of the real Christ inside of his head. Thus the purely 'religious' thinker, owner of a second-order mind, remains subsequently more remote from what the prophetic mind sees, i.e., the future of holiness. So where does the grammatician leave off and the prophet begin? Hölderlin, a temporal image of himself, one unleafed and, for the duration of polytheism, never to be overgrown with the vines of 'One', asked only that we accept silence as the one meaningful syllable in the universe. Striving as he did to conceive of the 'rhythms' of each different religion, but without a depiction of each 'different' church; therefore Hölderlin became infatuated with the arrival of godheads in the same place, and with a boundlessness brought home.via of Resonance
the cause of strangeness in ourselves
from The Witness by Juan José Saer
It is hard for any of us to locate our past with any certainty in a precise moment in time and space. Coming as I do from nothingness, I find the reality of my past even more problematic. No human life is longer than those last seconds of lucidity that precede death. p88
That absence of meaning invades us uninvited, as it infects the things themselves with an air of unreality which gradually diminishes with the heavy somnolence of the passing days, leaving us with only an aftertaste, a vague memory or a suggestion of doubt which casts a slight shadow over our commerce with the world. The dazzling flash of light leaves us blinking and, to escape delirium, we prefer to absolve the world of blame and find the cause of strangeness in ourselves. It is, of course, infinitely preferable to believe that it is oneself and not the world that falters. p135
Nakahara Chuya
1907 - 1937
A Selection of Poems by Nakahara Chuya
translated by Ry Beville
Nakahara Chuya: Four Poems Newly Englished
Translations from Japanese by Jerome Rothenberg & Yasuhiro YotsumotoAutumn Poem...(more)
The grass was absolutely still,
and over it a butterfly was flying.
He took it all in from the veranda,
stood there dressed in his yukata.
And I, you know, would watch him
from this angle. Staring after it,
that yellow butterfly. I can remember now
the whistles of the tofu vendors
back and forth, the telephone pole
clear against the evening sky.
Then he turned back to me and said "I ...
yesterday, I flipped a stone over that weighed
maybe a hundred pounds." And so I asked
"how come? and where was that?"
Then you know what? He kept on staring at me,
straight into my eyes, like he was getting mad,
or something … That's when I got scared.
How strange we are before we die …
A Suite Of Translations From Nakahara Chuya [pdf]
With A Concluding Poem In Tribute
Translations from Japanese by Jerome Rothenberg & Yasuhiro Yotsumoto
big bridge
Le Phare
Christopher Wood
August 20, 2014
Alfred Kubin d. August 20, 1959
Quiz: Which Siglum From Finnegans Wake Are You? Eric Jettfull stoopSo? Who do you no tonigh, lazy and gentleman? The echo is where in the back of the wodes; callhim forth! (Shaun Mac Irewick, briefdragger, for the concern of Messrs Jhon Jhamieson and Song, rated one hundrick and thin per storehundred on this nightly quisquiquock of the twelve apostrophes, set by Jockit Mic Ereweak. He misunderstruck and aim for am ollo of number three of them and left his free natural ripostes to four of them in their own fine artful disorder.)
Peaches1884S. Fisher Corlies(1830-1888)George Eastman House Photography Collections Online
"Howl" in Italian Evan FleischerElectric LiteratureThe Page
... (Fernanda) Pivano's correspondence with Allen Ginsberg in relation to the poem's translation is instructive. In their letters, Ginsburg answers Pivano's questions about "Kaddish" and other poems, describing his mother's "paranoiac complains … used as surreal fragments"; defining cultural references ("Woody Woodpecker is an allied cartoon character, hero of a series of cartoon disasters in technicolor"); explaining how "the LSD poem" was "written at Stanford's Mental Health Experimental Lab and I'd asked the doctor to bring me various things to look at while under state of drug — Gertrude Stein on phonograph, some Wagner records." This is all part of the inquiry that French poet and translator Yves Bonnefoy identified as essential to capturing the spirit or essence of a work in translation: You don't want your car to take you to the supermarket and back; you want it to sail from the woods to a farm to a city to a beach clogged with kites and back again. So it is with language.
Basket of berriesS. Fisher Corliesca. 1879-1885
The conscience of the world': Lars Iyer on Wittgenstein Jr
I think Bernhard has become too familiar as the turncoat of Austria, as the scourge of fascism and Catholicism, as the enemy of the middle class, and so on. He's become a little too easy to accommodate as a pricker of pomposity and an exposer of hypocrisy. Bernhard is more than a satirist. Satire relies on certainties and norms, on the sureness of values, for its effect. So thinking of Bernhard merely as a satirist allows us to contain his work, to make sense of his wildness. It allows us to suppose that he is one of us, on our side... There is something devilish in Bernhard. 'I will not serve': that's what his novels say. This, for me, is what is marked about his comedy. Black comedy, goes the definition, refuses to treat tragic materials tragically. It makes us laugh at tragic things. But I would go further, and say that black comedy refuses to treat comic materials solely comically, or satirical materials solely satirically. Black comedy flourishes in a time when certainty and norms are in question; when there is a lack of confidence about values. It's wild. It's not a safety valve. It goes too far. It is indiscriminate. One minute we might nod our heads at its targets, the next minute we might find ourselves the butt of the joke. Above all, black comedy permits no comic catharsis – no return to what is good and valuable about the world... Did Bernhard influence me? Roger Blin: 'I know Antonin Artaud only through his trajectory in me which is endless'. I would say the same of Bernhard.
August 19, 2014
David Bomberg
d. August 19, 1957
In the Noon of Contradictions
Andrée Chedid
excerpted from Terre et poésie, 1956
Translated from the French by Marci Vogel, 2013
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There is no wave more fatal than the sea; no tree more illustrious than the forest.
Neither silt nor star; we take after one & the other, both at once.
Opposites overrun our paths; our way is made by the slow pace of choice.
Breath short, we walk by stopping places; the gaze impatient, we know not how to stay.
Move forward, recover joy, brave obstacles, perhaps defeat, then begin afresh: such present our possibilities.
Let us love the rays of a threatened sun; precious for us is the pond that retains its share of sky.
May we shield those who failed us the whole mystery of their face. Injured and at fault, we are thereby judges, donning the bitter mask.
The weaknesses of others, when they scratch our tender skins, press us to deny all past accord. Turned toward possession, we are without vision and without pardon.
Sometimes absent — the other side of notice — , we leave as guaranteed bonds our ancestral features, reassuring as habits.
But the journey is not measured by distances; and the look back barters neither uncultivated regions nor impassioned lands.
Andrée Chedid and the contradictions of translation
Marci Vogel(....)
In his 1996 address, "Translation as Challenge and Source of Happiness," Ricoeur linked the complexities of translation to the title of Antoine Berman's 1984 work, L'Épreuve de l'étranger: "These difficulties are accurately summarized in the term 'test' [épreuve], in the double sense of 'ordeal' [peine endurée] and 'probation': testing period, as we say, of a plan, of a desire or perhaps even of an urge, the urge to translate."
And so Christine begins to laugh her happiness in section 1, but she does not drop the challenge of happiness' charge before arriving at its source. The poem must still be written, the effort endured. So too in translation, in which not only the translator is tested, but also the translated.
Chedid claimed épreuve as a "touchstone" word and translated it not as test but as proof, something more elastic, contingent, and enduring. She explains her choice of the word as the title of her 1983 collection Épreuves du vivant: "The resources of the word 'proofs' are infinite. How can we not be reminded of photography, of images being inverted? How can we fail to delve into this word so rich in exhortations, risks, pathways to be explored? Poetry reveals itself in our destinies by repeatedly making appeals to life; poetry is all at once the spur, the hope, and the proof of the Living."
As a member of the Living, the étrangère may share the desires, hopes, and tests of the native-born, but she is not to be entirely trusted, nor are any kin under the stranger's purview. As Jane Hirshfield points out: "Translated works are Trojan horses, carriers of secret invasion. They open the imagination to new images and beliefs, new modes of thought, new sounds. Mistrust of translation is part of the instinctive immune reaction by which every community attempts to preserve its particular heritage and flavor: to control language is to control thought."
If one were in Rome, Hirshfield notes, she might very well be thus accused: "Traduttore, traditore (translator, traitor)."
For the potential betrayal that resides in translation, Ricoeur proposes linguistic hospitality as a remedy: "I am inclined to favor entry through the foreign door, that is for sure … [W]ithout the test of the foreign, would we be sensitive to the strangeness of our own language? … [W]ithout that test, would we not be in danger of shutting ourselves away in the sourness of a monologue, alone with our books?"
The mathematical symbol that resembles an 11 is used to indicate both parallel relationship and incomparability. It is by way of this symbol that a host might become both parallel to and incomparable with a traitor:
And it is in this very way of seeing oddness doubled that makes possible both the offering of an invitation and its acceptance: "Linguistic hospitality, therefore, is the act of inhabiting the word of the Other paralleled by the act of receiving the word of the Other into one's own home, one's own dwelling."
Andrée Chedid
1920 - 2011
Andrée Chedid: Selected Poems, Short Stories, and Essays
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First Image of Revolt
Andrée Chedid
Translated from the French by Judy Cochran
The woman without memories
Has left for the high lands
The ancestors' withered field
In the mornings of wrath
She runs dressed in black
Among the scattered flocks
Nothing is there
But a star village
Resting heavily on a hill.
Gianni Berengo Gardin
Signs and Machines – Maurizio Lazzarato
reviewed by Patrick Lyons
full stopTracking down texts that gracefully bridge theory and praxis can be a thankless quest. In most cases we're caught on one side or the other: tackling either sprawling philosophical abstractions or over-specific studies trapped in a singular historical moment. One never touches ground while the other never sees the sky. Yet every so often we stumble upon a remarkable book which somehow manages to toe the line between these two camps, if not balancing their influences, at least drawing clear lines of contact. Such a book is not necessarily one which flawlessly and meticulously transposes the philosophical onto the everyday, but rather one which points out their preexisting intimacies, provoking speculation and connecting ground and sky rather than struggling to collapse their distance.
Maurizio Lazzarato's recently translated Signs and Machines: Capitalism and the Production of Subjectivity falls somewhere in this sphere, effectively balancing and joining critiques of contemporary capitalism, complex philosophies of subjection (or the complex social production of individual subjectivities), and everyday existence, touching current western politics, yet preserving a general openness and applicability. While in essence a theoretical text, Signs and Machines manages to translate abstract systems of micro-politics and semiotics into clear contact with a more grounded reading of affect, the body, and the political potential of any and every given subject, retaining a broad scope of accessible praxis.
David Bomberg
Andrée Chedid
Translated from the French by Lynne Goodheart and Jon Wagner
The Truth is nothing but a lie
Tenacious lmirage of the living
It mocks our vigilance
And petrifies time
Truth is armed
Its spur the forbidden
Its bronze laws segregate us
Its words have walls and ceilings
Its single target a delusion
Sowings abound
Harvests are legion
Rather let us salue our fugitive suns
Words freed from symbols
Our paths on the move
Our multiple horizons


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Well, there you go kids. With all the mocks and with the draft tommorrow I felt compelled to do one.