January 2012
30 posts
My World Is Not Real Enough for Apocalypse →
Stanzas, Sexes, Seductions
by Anne Carson
It’s good to be neuter.
I want to have meaningless legs.
There are things unbearable.
One can evade them a long time.
Then you die.
The ocean reminds me
of your green room.
There are things unbearable.
Scorn, princes, this little size
of dying.
My personal poetry is a failure.
I do not want to be a person.
I want to be unbearable.
Lover to lover, the greenness of love.
Cool,...
The Star-Die Above the Fountain: When Celan Met... →
Seasons go by. A few. One day, Paul Celan tells me he has written to Heidegger. — I’ve much read Heidegger… I just wrote him. I don’t expect a reply.
A few weeks later:
— I’m going to Germany. I’m going to meet Heidegger. I hope he’ll hear me.
Jean Daive, Under The Dome: Walks With Paul Celan (1996, trans. R Waldrop) (ps:msodradek)
Stop SOPA: the Stop Online Piracy Act →
Miss Rosie
by Lucille Clifton
when I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting, surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
or
when I watch you
in your old man's shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting, waiting for your mind
like next week's grocery
I say
when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand...
Dancing with Dara: Art, anarchism and the death of... →
Bibio, Sugarette (Wax Stag remix)
Lemon Jelly, Ramblin’ Man
Remembering Dara Greenwald, Artist and Activist |... →
so glad to have known you, dara. hope that the love streaming from every corner reaches you, gives you both all the strength you need.
Little Dragon, Twice
What is a quote? A quote (cognate with quota) is a cut, a section, a slice of someone’s orange. You suck the slice, toss the rind, skate away.
— Anne Carson, Decreation
Short Talk on Hedonism
by Anne Carson
Beauty makes me hopeless. I don’t care
why anymore I just want to get away.
When I look at the city of Paris I long
to wrap my legs around it. When I
watch you dancing there is a heartless
immensity like a sailor in a dead calm
sea. Desires as round as peaches
bloom in me all night, I no longer
gather what falls.
Short Talk On Shelter
by Anne Carson
You can write on a wall with a fish
heart, it’s because of the phosphorous.
They eat it. There are shacks like that
down along the river. I am writing this
to be as a wrong as possible to you.
Replace the door when you leave, it
says. Now you tell me how wrong that
is, how long it glows. Tell me.
In Which We Choose Our Mentors Carefully
Dear A, The manuscript is finished, sealed and sent. Am I bereft? I think so. The inbetween is a longlong night at sea. Looking to you. With affection, H Dear H, The manuscript is in progress. Am I adrift? I think so. Horizon as far as you can see. In any case, certainly rocks instead of lighthouse. Regarding the sea: Try not to worry. It carves the earth, yes. But its...
December 2011
14 posts
Ween, Push th’ Little Daisies.
“You have got to be irritating and desperate, and if you are not it is terribly...”
– Carey Mulligan (bcs)
WatchSandra Bernhard, Little Red Corvette (from Without You I’m Nothing)
Crystal Castles & Health, Crimewave.
It is very interesting that nothing inside in them, that is when you consider the very long history of how every one ever acted or has felt, it is very interesting that nothing inside in them in all of them makes it connectedly different… The only thing that is different from one time to another is what is seen and what is seen depends upon how everybody is doing everything. This makes the thing...
November 2011
11 posts
Air, How Does It Make You Feel?
…She said,
“When you see these horrible images
why do you stay with them?
Why keep watching? Why not
go away?” I was amazed.
“Go away where?” I said.
— Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay (airwalker)
“There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as...”
WatchLady Jaye and Genesis Breyer P-Orridge, Pandrogyne
