Broken Acrostic

Audre Lorde invites the reader to contemplate some unfinished business in the concluding lines of “Legacy — Hers” collected in The Marvelous Arithmetics of Distance. Poems 1987-1992. A dying word becomes a task.

your last word to me was          wonderful
and I am still seeking the rest
of that terrible acrostic

And the temptation to take up the word and create a “broken acrostic” that is an acrostic that is incomplete and thereby fulfilled…

W aterfalls fall
O ver only
N ew nothingness
D epth deep
E mpty empty
R ethundering
F
U
L

Picked up the trick of reduplication from Wang Wei.

And so for day 851
12.04.2009

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Cynthia Cynthia Cynthia

OMG. My pal tweeted about an entry where I referenced an article by journalist Cynthia Macdonald (A Shift in Perception). He used the hashtag #cynthiamacdonald along with that of #heidegger. Upon seeing the two hashtags in close proximity, I conducted a web search with the name Cynthia Macdonald plus that of Heidegger and found the philosopher. And then a search through Wikipedia netted the poet. Many people, one name. And as luck would have it one of them contemplated changing names:

For my father, Leonard Lee; his father Leonard C. Lee; and his grandfather Leonard C. Levy. I have wanted for some time to take back my great-grandfather’s name; had I not been cautioned about the confusion caused by authors’ name changes, this book would have listed the author as Cynthia Levy-Macdonald. In the invisible writing of families, that is how it reads.

That is from the dedication of Alternate Means of Transport.

A well-known search engine produces a reference to “Amiri Baraka” if you go looking for “Leroi Jones”. Some name changes become the sole name that people remember: Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o. And sometimes librarians and search engines lag behind in recording the biographic details of a name change: the author of The fat woman measures up Donald, C.M. (Christine M.) changed her name to Clare [surname], Hilary. Source: Queer CanLit: Canadian Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender (LGBT) Literature in English. An Exhibition Curated by Scott Rayter, Donald W. McLeod, and Maureen FitzGerald — none of whom to my knowledge have changed their names. The exhibition was displayed at the Thomas Fisher Rare Book Library at the University of Toronto from 9 June to 29 August 2008 and the catalogue is available for download free of charge. For the portrait of C.M. Donald now known as Hilary Clare that appeared in the exhibit see the Canadian Lesbian and Gay Archives site http://www.clga.ca/npc/DonaldCM-2005087-01.shtml [Link now defunct – the Arquives now rotate through the portraits without easy access to the whole collection]

Hilary Clare aka C.M. Donald, author

Hilary Clare aka C.M. Donald, author

And so for day 850
11.04.2009

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Time Matters

There is a marvellous gem of elucidation in To Tell a Story: Narrative Theory and Practice. Papers Read at a Clark Library Seminar. February 4, 1972. It is Stanley Fish’s reading of a sermon by Lancelot Andrewes. It is difficult to do the piece justice by selective quoting. But we try:

Ten is an arbitrary number signaling the end of an arbitrary sequence; any number would have done, any order would have served; it is a matter of indifference, an indifference Andrewes displays openly when he closes or rather stops by remarking: “I see, I shall not be able to goe further than this verse.” Here we see exactly how time is at once everything and nothing; presumably the bell has rung and he must giver over, but while time has run out, the sermon is nevertheless complete, for the meaning it offers is found not at the end of it, in the fullness of time, but at every point in its temporal succession. Am I then arguing that the parts of the sermon could be rearranged with no loss of coherence or power? Not at all, for, paradoxically, it is the sequence of the sermon as it stands that leads us to affirm the irrelevance of sequence. The experiential point is realized only through the agency of the structure it subverts, which becomes, in effect, the vehicle of its own abandonment.

At some point the essay will fall into the public domain and some enterprising soul will upload it. Or before then some donor will underwrite the expense of bringing all the William Andrews Clark Memorial Library Seminar Papers to open digital access. I am indifferent to the order of the options but desirous of the essay getting a wide reading.

And so for day 848
09.04.2009

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Experience Expressed

M. Travis Lane in “Skindeep” (collected in The Crisp Day Closing on My Hand) has a stanza setting off these lines

Experience
can bruise. It sometimes mends.
It can not teach.

I’m not so sure that once lifted out of context that the lines express a perennial truth though they seem poised to do so. The lines concluding the previous stanza provide an entry into the link (or not) between teachable moments and experience.

Does experience teach?
I thought that once,
and held my inexperience as a shame.

Of course inexperience is a quantum of some sort of experience. And co-learning occurs. Even between people of unequal experiences. Worth thinking a little more about what is teaching. Of course the answer is in the line just before the question quoted above where the poem’s voice asks “Does it matter that I get things wrong?” And the answer is no. And the answer is yes. In the reader’s voice I ask “Does confirming what is known amount to teaching too?”

Experience teaches us that we desire to begin anew.

And so for day 847
08.04.2009

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Roles and Models

John Sener has produced a synthesis of listserv conversation under the question Are Instructors Essential? In this synthesis he identifies three roles for instructors.

Meaning Makers
Explaining how and why information is important, helping learners integrate disparate content and make sense of it so that information can become ‘knowledge and maybe even wisdom’
Growth Agents
Pushing [learners] … ‘beyond their level of comfort and into areas of improvement’
People Builders
Instructors serve as a bridge — in some situations, the only bridge — between learners and the society in which they seek a place

from http://sloanconsortium.org/publications/view/v4n5/coverv4n5.htm

I would like to add an important role. I do so with an evident eye on the literature about early learning and the often expressed outcome for building future learning: “self-regulation”. I think it is interesting that the listserv conversation revolves around the term “instructor”. I think that there is a way of extending the discussion with the introduction of the term “teacher”. The teacher is a model. In a sense the teacher models coaching and how to be a catalyst for knowledge acquisition. So in a sense the essence is with the teacher as model, the instructor is secondary.

And so for day 846
07.04.2009

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A Winter Letter

Out of the rebounding border of an ecstatic flight came/comes a letter.

There is this gorgeous beginning about snow:

The snow continues to fall, muffling the tones of shoveling and of cars struggling. Despite the overcast sky, the whiteness blanketing roofs, alleys, walks, lawns and gardens, pitches against the eye, a tingling glare. Muted with sharpness.

which then leads to some brief remarks on minimalism (“Minimalism is not simply for healing: minimalism can anneal”); some sentences about a mutual friend in ICU who is a scholar of Heidegger; and then a reading of a passage from What is called thinking? Then! There is an odd ejaculation in the midst of explicating a quotation from Heidegger: “Hands off my orgasm!” which begins to make sense if the reader carries over the previous statement about perception and sensation “where it becomes possible to admit I cannot see and there is no shame in not seeing, hearing, sensing”. Our writer has imitated well the ecstatic moment and wishes to preserve it.

http://homes.chass.utoronto.ca/~lachance/letters/fadi_heidegger.htm

It, the letter, is in essence an extended objection to the contention promoted by Heidegger “You cannot talk of colors to the blind.” And in a way too dares the reader to think about nothing but.

Years after the 2003 letter, I am prompted to reread it by what I read in an article by Cynthia Macdonald “A Shift in Perception” that

neuroscientists have discovered that there is much more crosstalk among the senses than we ever imagined before

Some of us have been imagining for a long time. Researchers at UC Berkeley are in the process of investigating synesthesia and mania.

And so for day 845
06.04.2009

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Experience

Kant opening the Critique of Pure Reason

That all our knowledge begins with experience there can be no doubt.

And there is a fair bit of stumbling after that until knowledge and experience are united. For example…

I think that if I had started with the knowledge and experience which I now have I might have made a better garden but it would have been far less rewarding.

from Keith Steadman in The Englishman’s Garden edited by Rosemary Verey.

And so for day 844
05.04.2009

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S and Z

What is amazing is the lack of over-lap in these words and worlds apart in what some version of Microsoft Word produced as a thesaurus search:

Organisation – with an “s”

system of government
government
administration
civil service
officialdom
establishment

Organization – with a “z”

association
group
club
institute
union
party
business

I suspect that two different thesauri are behind these results. Results also vary depending upon which version of the word-processing software is used.

And so for day 843
04.04.2009

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Audience Demise

In 2010, HBO airs Public Speaking, directed by Martin Scorsese the documentary takes the form of an extended interview with Fran Lebowitz interspersed with public engagements. In the extended interview, one of her observations is that the level of connoisseurship in New York City was severely damaged by the AIDS epidemic. It devastated homosexual audiences.

Conducting a World Wide Web search of the term “homosexual audience” I come across a Wikipedia entry on a film by Derek Jarman Sebastiane (1976) which entry ends with a quotation from Margaret Walters, author of The Nude Male (1978) to the effect that

Sebastiane, “where male nudes in various stages of ecstacy positively littered the screen”, was “successfully aimed at a very specialized homosexual audience.”

No connection with the elite New York City Ballet set that Lebowitz is commenting upon. Except to distinguish a “homosexual audience” from a “gay audience”. Of course this is a point that Ms. Lebowitz makes with more panache.

Connoisseurship may be making a come back (if it ever really did leave). It may no longer inhabit merely the metropolis. Nor be the monopoly of a peculiar sexual orientation.

Please note that Ms. Lebowitz’s remarks as she contextualizes them pertain to a specific time and place — it’s my paraphrase that pluralizes “audiences” and broadens where she would specify. But it’s that wide angle that permits me to bring in a reference to a film by Jarman whose 1993 Blue provided some lessons on styles of departure with its closing words:

In time,
No one will remember our work
Our life will pass like the traces of a cloud
And be scattered like
Mist that is chased by the
Rays of the sun
For our time is the passing of a shadow
And our lives will run like
Sparks through the stubble. I place a delphinium, Blue, upon your grave

Of course if you garden and know plants you have a sense of how fragile a plant delphinium can be. There are many sorts of connoisseurship: ballet, film, gardening. And many amazing ways their discourses intersect. (And yes, there is a connoisseurship of intersections).

And so for day 842
03.04.2009

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Michael Holmes Slangster

Before I cull from “(terra damnata)”, allow me to set this up with a quotation from Walt Whitman

Slang, profoundly considered, is the lawless germinal element, below all words and sentences, and behind all poetry, and proves a certain perennial rankness and protestantism in speech.

(from “Slang in America” reprinted in Lapham’s Quarterly Vol V, Number 2 devoted to the theme “Means of Communication”)

And it just so happens we have found a found poem within Holmes’s verse, or rather we have lifted elements many lines apart and resembling each other by the use of ampersand and placed them here reassembled for delectation because they are germinal and rank and are about perennial protesting. They are against not only forgetting but also the pain of remembering. The tools are simple:

mnemonics & telling-beads     neologisms & mantras
madwords & love & visceral stands

Just what is it they are protesting against? Missed opportunity is my best guess. Consider the title of the volume from whence this comes: james I wanted to ask you and consider further the brilliant epigraph quoting the author’s nephew “i go cry now”. Could this be slang from child’s voice? It’s all one word: igocrynow. A compound. And in so being a potent neologism.

And so for day 841
02.04.2009

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