Tag: Writing

  • A Few Salient Notes on the Point of Punctuation

    Nail Punches and HammersWhat is the point of punctuation? When can we be sure our marks are correctly selected and placed, knowing our readers will often think otherwise! Or worse, won’t care :( `

    No. Shouldn’t punctuation be like a trip to a good dentist who pulls your tooth but you don’t feel a thing? Later, you feel for the point of that missing tooth with your proofreading tongue. Say goodbye to sunflower seeds, those single quote marks that helped along slow reads at the center of summer late inning baseball games. (Who is you, by the way? – but we should save that issue for a later post, because it has nothing to do with punctuation, but with person.)

    The narrator of J. D. Salinger’s Seymour – An Introduction [when do we place titles in italics or “surround them with quote marks” and omit italics?], Buddy Glass, one of Seymour’s brothers, offers his reader a punctuation gift:

    “…this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses (((( )))).”

    But he then suggests the “bouquet” more accurately portrays his “bowlegged…state of mind and body….” Buddy speaks to you as if the general reader is a good old buddy, one who does not pack a red-pen mentality correcting as he goes like a noisy street sweeper the debris of punctuation through streets littered with pot holes and broken gutters with missing horse rings.

    Salinger’s narrator’s bouquet has always suggested to me an Army sergeant at rest, as indeed J. D. was.

    Is placing letters or words in italics a form of punctuation?

    What is ` used for?

    What are {/} {/} but no worries this is not a test but a post on punctuation.

    From Adverbial Beach (by Joe Linker):

    Gently the blousy wordiness finally quiet down not but up again and continually.

    Usually superlatively long only this hour lately awake before four too early darkly to call this morning while lately too late to hope for a verbly sleep.

    The apostrophe is a comma that evolved from the sea and learned to fly away. Bring an apostrophe down to earth and you’ve got a nice crowbar.

    The best punctuation works like the nailing in a tongue and groove hardwood floor; you don’t see the nails. For side edged, top nailed floors, keep a nail punch and hammer close at hand for countersinking punctuation marks that will otherwise trip up readers dancing and sliding by in socks.

    Punctuation is such a trip, hipsters in the 60’s used to say, but members of that particular generation of hipsters, pockets full of commas, are beginning to reach their final ellipses.

  • after pruning grapes in winter

    kee jaa gigrrijaa filled dawn
         downtempo
    sound
    seep
                ing
                            ing
                                        ing
    sleep ing in
         water sprinkle
    plash bark dust bath.
    
    
    the little ones pleach
                apple yellow
    irotollak frisson
                bird dew squish.
                A tugboat crow lands
    pushes off in creosote
                dress
       high in drifting fir.
    
    
    a hummer comes as close
                as a baseball pitch
    to drink from the brim
                of my blue Los Angeles
                   Dodgers cap
    (you don’t often see them
       this far north
    you see SF Giants
    and S Mariners
    and we used to see
    P Beavers
    infrequently, but still).
    
    
    the keens and leeks
                trill and cheep
       haphazard lines
    zig
                zag
       ging
    spring
                forth
                            com
    ing
    loquacious
    red clippers and blue rakes
    dark mud-brown enfilades
    with light soot patches.
    
    
    get springy not yet,
                yet,
    on the horizon,
                we hear lines
                of
    ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee ee’s
    coming.
  • New Poetry at Glasgow Review of Books

    POEMI’ve a poem off the bench and in play today at Glasgow Review of Books, part of

    NEW POETRY BY SAMUEL REILLY, JOE LINKER, AND MATT MACDONALD.

    Round the bases and check out the poems!

    It’s not too early to start thinking of spring training.

    Pitchers and catchers arrive for their first workouts around the middle of February.

  • Where 23 Poets Float the Amazon

    In spite of globalization, there are still places around the globe that hold backpedal Relentlessmystery: kelp forests and cold seeps; K2 and Dante’s View; shopping malls and Amazon. Often, poetry provides a key to these mysteries. We might not visit these places were it not for the pull of poetry. To relent is to unfold, to let the sheep go. A river dissolves stone with patience. Like the rest of nature, poetry must swim upstream against that relentlessness.

    “Relentless by Jeff Bezos” is a 29 page, electronic chapbook of 22 poems written by an assortment of poets[1]. Its primary trope is the meme of the startup, a trickle of an idea that with flash flood funding grows to a river that overflows its banks. The ideal business venture is one that makes only money, as the raw material of a river is only snow. But a poem needs more than words if it’s going to rub rocks smooth.

    The poems in “Relentless by Jeff Bezos” are satirical, some with a flair for flarf, but some following traditional and referential forms. An example of a lyrical poem that alludes to a different kind of river, and a different kind of poetry, is “Jeff Bezos names Amazon,” by Leontia Flynn. Here, Langston Hughes’s lyrically serious “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” provides a bed for the new, virtual river that will subsume all industrious souls.

    An example of flarf technique is illustrated by the poem “My Peculiar Geography,” by Daniel Bosch, in which selected words from a Bezos bio via Wiki are juxtaposed with excerpts from Wiki’s entry for the Amazon River. But Bosch’s poem may not be a perfect example of flarf, because it contains too much meaning.

    We find varying kinds and degrees of irony: the speaker is not the author; the reader hears something the speaker does not; a poem takes an unexpected course; the speaker takes the reader by surprise. The river is at flood stage. The language is colloquial, procedural, the poems witty, the forms eclectic, open or shaped with alternative design. The poems seem primarily playful, but purposeful, but if to the proposal the solution is poetry – well, the river is awfully wide.

    Both the connotative and denotative meanings of Amazon have changed course: the river as depository; Poem on layaway; “Order by…”

    Some flarf may seem gratuitous in a cynical attempt to avoid what Zizek calls “the temptation of meaning.”[2] Flarf is like a heckler at a poetry reading that begins with the warning no laughter aloud allowed. It gets harder and harder to shock anyone in a river full of piranhas. In any case, what effect, for example, from an f word following Lenny Bruce or the Nixon tapes? Water over the damned.

    But maybe we don’t know what flarf means. Does flarf turn poetry into theory? Theory is where we learn there is no Santa Sentence Clause. In “There Is Authority In My Frozen Frosty by Jeff Bezos,” Sharon Mesmer repurposes Christopher Smart, avoiding any appearance of conservatism. The river becomes conceptual, flowing toward some future convention.

    Tom Daley, in “Advice for My Critics,” rhymes red with bed but agenda with sender in three quatrains wrapping around the theme of business as usual. But the speaker does indeed respond to his critics, and Daley’s poem seems to speak to the other poems’ speakers. It’s a satirical rebuttal. Of course the opposition would use rhyme.

    What is convention in a world with one river? Globalization. It’s a perfect day for flarf fish. Where are those flarf bags? But the river is both relentless and patient, and for every stream that flows into it, another branches off, as this June 21st, 2014 Economist article titled “Relentless.com” suggests.

    Everybody’s stuff flows into one river. Eiríkur Örn Nordahl in “After Vito Acconi” uses the persuasive means of all caps where click here is the content: Click here to jump in the river and get some stuff.

    Track your poem. Out for delivery. These are not the poems your parents purchased.

    “Relentless by Jeff Bezos” is a kind of conceptual project around a protest poem idea prompt. Is Amazon a catastrophe, like the asteroid that turned the dinos to oil, or a miracle, where water is delivered by drones to thirsty cities? If poetry is to thrive, it might want to avoid, continuing Zizek’s logic, ideology. Ideology is a river with a monstrous rip that lulls and pulls listeners under.

    In Andrea Cohen’s “No End,”

    Peddlers are selling
    silence in an empty
    house

    Come out of the river and read relentlessly for free and the freedom of poetry.

    [1] “Relentless by Jeff Bezos.” Version 1.0 published December 2014 by Pendant Publishing, London, UK. Ebook, 29 pages. ISBN: 978-0-9928034-4-5. FREE. Download PDF. Poems by Russell Bennetts, Daniel Bosch, Andrea Cohen, Tom Daley, Katie Degentesh, Leontia Flynn, Benjamin Friedlander, Drew Gardner, Nada Gordon, Kirsten Kaschock, Rauan Klassnik, Daisy Lafarge, DW Lichtenberg, Sharon Mesmer, Teresa K. Miller, K. Silem Mohammad, Jess Mynes, Lance Newman, R.M. O’Brien, Eirikur Örn Norŏdahl, Joseph Spece, Ken Taylor and Laura A. Warman. Multiple choice cover design: Evan Johnston.

    [2] Zizek explains how ideology mystifies causality in the “Ecology” segment of Astra Taylor’s “Examined Life.”

  • Frames and Paints

    Apropos pickle
    Butte barely there in tumbleweed distance
    Colloquial circus on edge of town
    Drab hard rust
    Emergent sea
    Fish scale sliver
    Glass stippled bass dress
    Hercules sleeping like a cat
    I don’t know slick
    Just relax
    Kairos
    Let there be dark
    Maroon full of water
    Noun ironing board
    Oh peel up
    Preen winged words
    Quick thick sailboats pass across a canvas
    Red banal rose
    Startled pimientos brush along a landscape
    Thesis slope mint
    U-pick raspberry squeeze
    Very faraway pink
    White lime yellow summer clouds
    X marks tableau vivant spot
    Yield sudden silk
    Zeus striped sock lint

  • At the Beach with Peepa and Moopa

    At the Beach with Peepa and Moopa

    Meet Peepa ‘ and Moopa ‘`

    They like to play on the beach

    The waves are pipes made from sea foam ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

    The lifeguard looks like

    ?{   Alfred Hitchcock with a pipe   ~{

    Peepa jumps off the end of El Porto pipe pier ‘~~~

    —|—|—|—|—‘`~~~ Moopa jumps kilter and akimbo

    |’——–~~~ Peepa runs and dives |——–‘~~~

    \~~~~~~’~~~’`~~~ They swim back to shore

    In the evening when the sun goes down ~~~,~~~

    they sleep on the beach and dream of waves

    ‘` ‘    \~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    ~’~ sleepy wave eyes ~’`~

    Peepa walks alone down to the water  ‘ \ ~~~

    Moopa awakes and cries ‘` Peepa, where are you?

    Peepa comes running back to Moopa  ‘`   ‘    \~~~

  • A Cat’s Argument

    A Cat's Argument

    “Aren’t you hot sitting on that heater vent?”

    “Alas, summer so fast has passed.”

    “Yawn. Fall curls my tail and bristles my fur. Just yesterday you were complaining of the heat and wondering if summer would never end.”

    “Shelley was right: ‘We look before and after and pine for what is not.’”

    “I once lived in a basement room paneled in knotty pine.”

    “I’ll bet it was not when you finished with it.”

    “I rebut that. The finish was sprayed shellac. I used to rub against it a good polish.”

    “Why can’t cats live without argument?”

    “Who says they can’t? Cite your sources if you’re going to talk to me like that.”

    “An old cat’s empirical knowledge.”

    “Remember that imperialist cat came into our yard?”

    “Can facts suffice? Or must cats argue?”

    “Argument is a fact of life, a must.”

    “How does meaning behave in an argument?”

    “Meaning is an alley cat on the prowl and up to no good.”

    “Is every text an argument, every argument a trick, every text a test?”

    “You ask a lot of hollow questions.”

    “I once lived in a hollow.”

    “Have you ever been back?”

    “Does Theory eschew the behavior of meaning?”

    “Go ask a theorist.”

    “Do theorists like cats?”

    “I suppose some might, but they all want to know how and why we purr.”

    “Where do assumptions come from?”

    “Assume I don’t know, and wake me up when winter has passed.”

    “What a flock of lucky theorists who can fly south for the winter.”

    “Have they anything to say to us?”

    “I don’t know. Anyway, it’s too hot in the south.”

    “It’s going to be too hot in here, too, if you don’t move off that heater vent.”