Boys and Gossips

Images of mixed bodily fluids. Networks of desire.

Viscous boy gossip, so demure so classy.

From Jessica Grim “Is The Body Talking Sense Now?” in Writing 25 (1990).

I like how the expected “vicious” is tamed. If you read fast you miss it. All those esses make me in my rapid reading pluralize gossips. I think she is talking about the persons who do the gossiping. Turns out they are the subjects of another sort. Can’t imagine a lone gossip though it could be the case — gossiping seems to be a mutual affair and demand at least a pair. In my rewrite “gossip” is an adjective.

Viscous gossip boys

And so for day 993
01.09.2009

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Spume and Veil

Susan Howe appends a note to Where Should The Commander Be* and the note reads *A preliminary exploration of the hidden feminine in Melville and Olson. And the patient reader is treated to a finale drawing not only on skill in etymological exposition but also an astonishing assurance in navigating the canon. A small taste of the bravura. She sets the stage for a quotation from Moby Dick juxtaposed with a quotation from Hamlet thus:

In the dream of murderous union between fathers and sons, pieces of a Past are broken and eaten. Pushed backward through time, Man’s hierarchical position is a recent invention. What lies under? Is the human universe definable if you have left women out of the definition? Where is the mother then?

And surprise — there follows this crossed-pronoun bit from Melville: “There she breaches! There she breaches!” was the cry, as in immeasurable bravadoes the White Whale tossed himself salmon-like to Heaven. (Moby Dick, Chapter 134). And then some dialogue from Hamlet between the Prince and the players (of the play within a play) where there is the question of who has seen “the mobled Queen”. And then this which I label as a triumph:

Mobled, that is, veiled, with face muffled; past participle of the verb to mob(b)le.

These extracts are from an essay published in Writing 19 November 1987. In case you missed it: a queen played by a boy actor in a play within a play and a whale referenced once in reported speech as of feminine gender and referenced by the narrator as masculine. And we are not sure to have found what lies under or where the mother might be.

And so for day 992
31.08.2009

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Triples

From an old signature block

*If pastry making is to chemistry
**and if bread baking is to biology
Then gardening is to physics ***

And another

“structure, content, format”
— not just nouns —

And why not a third?

“cohorts become a matter of ecology”

Interesting to see brought together these elements of signatures gone by and to entertain reflexive relations between them.

And so for day 991
30.08.2009

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After Duncan

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This is inspired by Garry Thomas Morse. Petroglyph. Which led me back to a long ago reading of matrices from Robert Duncan “The Fire Passages 13” from Bending the Bow.

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And so for day 990
29.08.2009

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Same Same

Read on Twitter:

“the difficult territory where eros and grief overlap…where the absence of the body is…an evocation of the vanished and lingering soul”

Sounded awfully familiar. Ran a search. It’s from Mark Doty’s intro to James L. White’s The Salt Ecstasies. And thanks to the ellipsis marks, one’s curious — what got left behind?

It’s an elegiac mode that recognizes and identifies the difficult territory where eros and grief overlap, where tenderness is charged with physical fellow-feeling, where the absence of the body is inscribed as a charm for and an evocation of the vanished and lingering soul

The dear love of comrades – fellow feeling. Inscription. Charm.

What we quote and what we leave out are telling. That is obvious. In the context of queer poetics this has been on my mind of late. I noted in Not Fully There that Clint Burnham quotes from Alan Davies’s review “Steve/steve” of Steve McCaffrey’s critical writing collection, North of Intention [Writing 25, (1990) p. 57] Here is Burnham quoting Davies:

In light of the consistent attention that McCaffery pays to the visual, the “bar” also brings to mind how the signifier (S) and signified (s) are separated. As Davies notes in “Steve/steve” (the title, of course, plays with the Saussurean diagram), “It’s troubling to me that the Signifier and signified have been made to assume the missionary position. … [M]eaning is inherent in discernible differences. … [T]he thesis seems homophobic in extremis” (57). He charges that the bar is that of conventional heterosexuality, which schematic is reproduced in Saussurean linguistics; Shifters, then, while formally akin to the gay strategies that Chadwick identifies, is still complicit with compulsory heterosexuality. Although the lyric is being deconstructed, the lyre is still powerful.

Here is Davies’s restored (with my emphasis):

It’s troubling to me that the Signifier and signified have been made to assume the missionary position and that Sausure’s thinking doesn’t ever depart them from it. Also significant among his theses is the one that ordains that meaning is inherent in discernible differences, chiefly of one sign from another. I don’t know what it means for minorities in general, but the thesis seems homophobic in extremis.” (57).

“depart them from it” And so I return to Davies for some clarification. (Burnham isn’t quite accurate in laying upon “Steve/steve” his fascination with the bar / Davies makes no mention at all of heterosexuality, conventional or otherwise — he takes issue with positioning: how in the discourse Signifier is displayed over signified.) Far from questions of separation or the dividing bar, what is at stake is the status of the same, its ability to produce. The next sentence after the observation of homophobic thesis is less about the bar of separation as about the privileging of difference.

Really: to find signification only in the relationship of Signifier to signified, to look for meaning almost exclusively in the areas of such signs, to privilege difference as the actor of meaning, these ideas limit the spheres of our thinking, and much of the work of semiotics and the like that has been generated in their vicinity has been at the expense of better work that might have been done afield.

“Really”

And so for day 989
28.08.2009

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Carriage

Jeanette Winterson. Weight.

Autobiography is not important. Authenticity is important. The writer must fire herself through the text, be the molten stuff that welds together disparate elements. I believe there is always exposure, vulnerability, in the writing process, which is not to say it is either confessional or memoir. Simply, it is real.
[from the Introduction]

I can hear the world beginning. Time plays itself back for me. I can hear the ferns uncurling from their tight rest. I can hear pools bubbling with life. I realise I am carrying not only this world, but all possible worlds. I am carrying the world in time as well as in space. I am carrying the world’s mistakes and its glories. I am carrying its potential as well as what has so far been realised.
[from Weight of the World]

This is more than a simply retelling of the Atlas story. It is an invitation to think about destiny. And the ends we uphold.

And so for day 988
27.08.2009

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Imperfections

Leonard Koren. “Exquisite DecayUtne Reader Sept.-Oct. 2001. p. 52

All things are imperfect. Nothing that exists is without imperfections. When we look closely at things, we see the flaws. The sharp edge of a razor blade, when it is magnified, reveals pits, chips, and variegations, And as things begin to break down and approach the primordial state, they become even less perfect, more irregular, and perhaps more lovely.

Note the hesitation “perhaps more lovely.” The passage about imperfection is sandwiched between “All things are impermanent” and “All things are incomplete.” Transitory becoming. Beauty is passing but also returning. Maybe.

The excerpt published in the Utne Reader is taken from the book Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets & Philosophers.

And so for day 987
26.08.2009

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77-78

It is a coincidence that the text is discussing changes in situation and the sentence necessitates a page turn to continue on and complete the transition. And a further co-incident is the theme of chance.

For Cage, the composer is like the hero of the legend, chance composition is like the rolling of the metal ball, and the resulting musical form is the passage from [pb] one situation to another.

James Pritchett. The Music of John Cage (Cambridge University Press, 1983; rpt 1996) pp. 77-78.

And in case you were wondering about the legend and the metal ball. It’s Irish.

A story from Irish folklore that Cage refers to in his lectures and writings is useful analogy to this model. The story deals with a hero who goes on a quest with the aid of a magical horse — a “shaggy nag” — that gives him advice along the way. The horse gives the hero a metal ball and instructs him to cast it in front of them and to follow it wherever it leads. The hero does this, and thus, by abandoning himself to chance, passes safely through his various trials.

And so for day 986
25.08.2009

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Stoned Glyph

You pay careful attention and are rewarded. “No comment” in Discovery Passages by Garry Thomas Morse rings the changes on elements such as the tiny word “gives” — all drawn from Indian Agent reports and petitions to practice ancient ways of potlach. And then later in the book one comes across a poem entitled “Petroglyph” and it seems a simple variation on three words aligned in a 3 x 2 grid.

  hard
love
  live

But if you look closely, you will see that the justification varies. And so the stone writing is not on stone but more like pebbles laid out on the beach and open to the next wave, washing all away and reminding that the layout requires song to continue on and utter the word “live” with a long or a short “i” and make choices as subtle as the shifts in the indentations of the lines. Taken in at a glance 3 X 2 and entranced. Given to the giving.

In case you are having some difficulty in visualing the complete poem, consider how the schema was generated. (Imagine if you will the simple procedure: produce a list of words, generate the various combinations, layout the result. Of course, the layout of the combinations involves further generations and choices.) I have taken to quote the poem in full. However, it is best viewed in in its published context: all on the right page facing a picture of a petroglyph from Quadra Island, British Columbia.

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As in all good poems, form is only a pretext. And what Morse succeeds in doing is not only to focus on the words but also their relations. It’s a gift.

And so for day 985
24.08.2009

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Drawing Writing

Generating complexity. From Andrew Piper “Of Note” chapter in Book Was There. [ Can you spot the complex sentence? ]

But in learning to write with our hands, we are also learning a different kind of knowledge altogether. When we write with our hands we are also learning how to draw, just as when we learn to draw we are learning to think more complexly with words. Research suggests that early elementary school students who draw before they write tend to produce more words and more complex sentences than those who do not. And as historians of writing have shown, writing makes drawing more analytical. It allows for more complex visual structures and relations to emerge. As Goethe remarked, word and image, drawing and writing, are correlates that eternally search for one another. handwriting is an integral means of their convergence. [our underlining]

This can be converted into a meditation in praise of flip charts and smartboards and picture taking and tagging.

And so for day 984
23.08.2009

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