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Kat's 2012 NaPoMo
If art in a materialist world is objectified, representational, on a proscenium stage, a commodity, narcissistic—reimagining would mean that it is non-objectified, an experimental experience, a kind of research, a gift, selfless—an activity of praise, perhaps.
If “the artist is the archetype of the 21st century,” and art is the place of freedom and creativity (the divine spark)—then art is not a paricular kind of work but a particular way of working (being).
Christopher Bamford
http://www.sevenpillarshouse.org/article/reimagining_the_arts_in_a_materialist_world/
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Mar/28/2012, 9:25 am
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totally agree. This is great!
(the following is quite self-indulgent, but wtvr.)
I wrote something called idiot saint once; it was a short piece followed by an argument for the piece. Seems to go against what this guy says, but I think if you're gonna look at it thru the lens of research and experimentation it's not so hard to say that, rather then people mistakenly thinking that I'd be objectifying and making representational my own creative !@#$, I'm trying, truly, to figure out what I mean. Besides the fact that the argument for idiot saint is fifteen pages preceded by half a page of the actual poem that describes, barely, the actual poem. Arbitrary is the nature of lit analysis, for shurrr!
Moreover, I think I couldn't truly remark upon my own work without adding something apart from the argument or defense of it; indeed, I couldn't tell you what I meant, but rather I might just be able to analyze how I felt during the process of writing whatever given piece-of-!@#$. Creative !@#$, that is.
here's the link to my blog, this actually reminded me of that particular mess of words, so i posted it on there:
http://www.runboard.com/Usatanicdoctor/blpl:e42f8227cd1d3a1ebed51c37a2731b89
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Mar/29/2012, 3:17 pm
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Hey Doc,
Bamford's quote and the article I linked to are my way of trying to focus and orient myself at this time. To each his/her own. I am not suggesting there is one way or reason to make art, not for myself or for anybody else. The main reason I started writing poetry years ago was that I enjoyed writing. Somewhere along the way I lost that joy/pleasure in the process and became so fixated on my flawed poems/products that I stopped writing. Posting that quote was my way of encouraging myself to emphasize process over product for the next 30 days.
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Apr/1/2012, 9:18 am
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It's a fine sentiment, Kat. I'll try to keep it in my awareness for the same reasons you do,
Chris
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Apr/1/2012, 9:26 am
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April Fool’s Sunday
“In a poem, poetry is a guest. At times the guest stays long, but never for good.” Vera Pavlova*
Dust hutch, vacuum staircase.
Vroom, vroom.
Just what the world needs,
another poem. Or 20,000.
Vroom, vroom.
But what about poetry?
Scrub tub, clean out closet.
Taken from "Heaven Is Not Verbose: A Notebook" as it appears in this month's Poetry
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Apr/1/2012, 9:26 am
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Hope you all don't mind if I post this poem here. I first wrote it a few days ago in response to a poem Libra wrote. It felt to me then like my first NaPoMo poem.
spirit talk
(for HB, 1931-2011)
what a neurotic mess
such a mood slave
old trances triggered
old spells recast
familiar ancestral voices
hard not to heed them
difficult to ignore as a close
companion’s snore
can't befriend them
or upend them
gotta transcend them
somehow
wish to call my friend
but he's gone now
his words hover on:
Be very kind to each other,
and remember who loves you.
thank you my friend
but not today's ill
isn't it time really time
you knew what to do:
Be very kind to yourself,
and remember to love you.
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Apr/1/2012, 7:05 pm
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hey Kat, I've been reading the "call and response" thread and liked this when I read it originally. Thanks to Libra for the jump start. These inspired lines: "such a mood slave." Indeed.
Chris
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Apr/2/2012, 7:40 am
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Hot Sexy Mess
“Poetry should be written the way adultery is committed: on the run, on the sly, during the time not accounted for. And then you go home as if nothing ever happened.” Vera Pavlova
Which means, I suppose,
you shouldn’t marry the muse.
Don’t expect chicken soup
or help scrubbing the bathroom.
When was the last time
a risky, risqué lover
came with insurance?
As if nothing happened.
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Apr/2/2012, 2:30 pm
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Good riff on a good thought, Kat. Funny, I've always had that attitude toward writing poetry,
Chris
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Apr/2/2012, 3:42 pm
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Thanks, Chris. Yeah, I think the revision process is more like a marriage.
List(en)ing
“The longer the poem, the weaker the impression that it has been dictated from above: Heaven is not verbose. Besides, the more you talk, the more you lie.” Vera Pavlova
I try to resist response,
but Heaven helps me,
whispers: Proverbs,
Ecclesiastes, campaign
slogans, billboards,
catch (me-if-you-can)
phrases, product ID.
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Apr/3/2012, 8:38 am
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Lovely, loose, very jazzy. More and more please.
Chris
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Apr/3/2012, 9:52 am
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Hey Chris,
I do have a few more of these in mind. About a month or two ago I saw online where you could sign up for free copies of Poetry magazine , so I did. I took a couple to a poetry reading I went to last week and kept one for myself. On Saturday when I read Pavlova's poem, I started writing responses to some of the lines in my head, and since Sunday was the start of NaPoMo, I decided to go with it. It helps having her poem as a jumping off point, to dialogue with and talk back to.
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Apr/3/2012, 3:07 pm
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Et Tu?
“Mandelstam: ‘Poetry is the certainty of being right.’ Brodsky: ‘Poetry is the school of uncertainty.’ I am not certain about either assertion.” Vera Pavlova
I might be enrolled in
the school of uncertainty.
Not to be confused with
the schools of skepticism
or suspicion. I do have
a GED in indecision.
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Apr/4/2012, 7:24 am
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Still loving these riffs and glad to be introduced to V.P.
Chris
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Apr/4/2012, 11:46 am
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This one didn't exactly turn out as I had hoped but it's what I got for today, so:
onward and upward/downward
onword and upword/downword
“Brodsky: ‘Prose is infantry, poetry is air force.’ I would add: a translator is a paratrooper, a Green Beret.” Vera Pavlova
(Prose)
March along, sing our song.
Count the brave, count the true.
Then it's Hi! Hi! Hey!
(Poetry)
Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder.
(Transcription)
G(l)ory, g(l)ory
There was blood upon the risers,
There were brains upon the chute.
(Translation)
Sit and listen to those who
love the vastness of the sky.
One hundred men will test today,
silver wings upon their chest.
Men who mean just what they say.
But only three win the Green Beret.
Note: This is basically a found poem. All the lines are taken from the Army, Air Force, Paratrooper and Ballad of the Green Berets songs respectively.
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Apr/5/2012, 10:20 am
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Here ya go, Chris, found this online yesterday:
Heaven Is Not Verbose: A Notebook
Why poetry is like earthworms, thought is like cud, and understanding is like insanity.
by Vera Pavlova
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/article/243806
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Apr/5/2012, 10:24 am
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Thanks for the found poem, ya brainy thing. I'll check that link out too, and much obliged.
Chris
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Apr/5/2012, 12:40 pm
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Conde(n)ms of the Mind
Postmodernism: vulgarity trying to pass for irony. Vera Pavlova
As if irony is a reliable form
of protection, a cost-cutting
prophylactic, without co-pay?
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Apr/6/2012, 8:22 am
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You are on a roll, Kat. Read your link and printed it, that one stood out,
and what is it about an attitude, especially an ironic one, that feels so invulnerable?
Chris
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Apr/6/2012, 8:36 am
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Oh yeah! You are in your element.
Tere
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Apr/6/2012, 6:09 pm
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That link is truly epic. I love:
"Mom, on the exam should I play “March of the Wooden Soldiers” with inspiration or with no mistakes?"
and oh yes:
"Inspiration: when I have confidence in myself."
The latter: why we don't notice when we are inspired. We are just living fully and it works.
WOW:
"I write to equalize the pressure from without and from within, to prevent being squashed (by misery) or being blown apart (by happiness)."
I just realized that is true, and explains a lot for me.... Imagine not writing for years and years...? Incredible, eh? Does that mean no misery, and no happiness, or just no equilibrium?
Thanks for sharing that link, Kat. I really enjoyed it. Agreed with some, not others, found all of them interesting and, finally, this one made me laugh out loud (for quite awhile I might add -- quite tickled was I):
"—Do you understand that understanding is impossible?
—I do."
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Apr/7/2012, 7:07 am
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Thank for all for stopping by. Glad you enjoyed the link as much as I did.
Chris, yeah, why is that about irony?
vkp,
"just realized that is true, and explains a lot for me.... Imagine not writing for years and years...? Incredible, eh? Does that mean no misery, and no happiness, or just no equilibrium?"
For me it meant no inspiration as VP defines it. Or to something close to what she says.
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Apr/7/2012, 7:26 am
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What You Know
In the beginning, S.’s superiors used to tell him: “You need to smile more when you’re working.” My mentors used to tell me: “There is not enough pain in your poems.” At the time S. was working as an interpreter in an oncology hospital. I was writing about happy love. Vera Pavlova
One day my professor said, “I like
your socks’ subtle colors.” The socks
in question were a beige cotton blend,
flecked with pastel threads in pink
and aqua. Pretty, I thought
at the time I was writing about
back road love & childhood bruises.
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Apr/7/2012, 7:36 am
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I can see your point about inspiration, but for me the other speaks more. No balance, no equilibrium to be found from the release of writing -- a situation to be abjured. Who was it who ended his life when there was no more to write? Was that Hemingway? Or did someone say it? I feel that Tere said something about that, somewhere, and my brain has filed it poorly. In any case, for me I'd say it slightly differently: life is mere stasis when there is no writing. If I were the melodramatic sort, I might say "death in life" but let's be real. Life has more than one ribbon on the Maypole.
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Apr/7/2012, 8:41 am
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I could blame this on Easter candy except I haven't had any:
Do I Dare?
“To help a poem hatch, I went to get some groceries. Paid the cashier, got my change, came home with a finished poem and no groceries.” VP
To help clambake a poem, I went to visit the sea. Heard the mermaids singing, each to each. Came home with sunburnt hair, a salt-slick tongue, one downy poem and this peach pit.
(Sorry TSE. You know I love ya.)
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Apr/8/2012, 8:54 am
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That is beautiful, Kat. Here ya go...
In the crucible, I found a voice. It is made of dirty blues, the thread of a violin, breathtaking laughter, the gurgle of cat’s purr, wind pushing through loose window frames, and an empty stomach.
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Apr/8/2012, 9:20 am
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This was going to be my poem for tomorrow, but since I didn't listen to myself this morning, I'm going to post it today:
First Thoughts
I always think before I write:
Don’t think before you write.
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Apr/8/2012, 9:23 am
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In the crucible, I found a voice. It is made of dirty blues, the thread of a violin, breathtaking laughter, the gurgle of cat’s purr, wind pushing through loose window frames, and an empty stomach.
hi vkp,
I love this. Yes. TY for sharing with me/us.
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Apr/8/2012, 9:33 am
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Ah Kat, don't apologize to the old crank. He made us love him/we didn't wanna do it,
More and more, please,
hey there, vkp,
Chris
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Apr/8/2012, 1:00 pm
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downdraft upbeat
Inspiration: when I have confidence in myself. VP
Inspiration: when I happily play second fiddle and am able, just barely, to keep the beat.
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Apr/9/2012, 11:37 am
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