Processing Tools

Lori Emerson in “A Brief History of Dirty Concrete by Way of Steve McCaffery’s Carnival and Digital D.I.Y.” in Open Letter 14:7 draws a parallel between the ethos of dirty concrete poetry making and the D.I.Y. movement as represented by the Homebrew Computing Club and the Whole Earth Catalog. In note #6 she quotes from from Fred Turner (From Counterculture to Cyberculture: Stewart Brand, the Whole Earth Network, and the rise of digital utopianism) who in turn quotes a reader of the catalog:

[…] I suddenly understood the Whole Earth Catalogue meaning of ‘tool.’ I always thought tools were objects, things: screw drivers, wrenches, axes, hoes. Now I realize that tools are a process: using the right-sized and shaped object in the most effective way to get a job done.

The emphasis is Lori Emerson’s. The body text goes on after note #6 to characterize Carnival.

Carnival is open source concrete poetry. Put another way, the work is not so much about what is written than it is about a record of the labor of writing that’s a kind of how-to guide to the labour of writing.

I can’t quite figure out the function of the two spellings of labour/labor at play here. Except perhaps to project a temporal mapping on the pair: one encompasses past efforts; the other, what is to come.

And so for day 770
21.01.2009

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Policy

Michael Pollan in the introduction to his Food Rules: An Eater’s Manual has a take on policy that can be generalized from the case of rules applied to eating. He writes:

Policies are useful tools. Instead of prescribing highly specific behaviors, they supply us with broad guidelines that should make everyday decision making easier and swifter.

And so one weighs the seven word formulation of “Eat Food. Mostly Plants. Not too much.” against the simpler “Eat less.” The one (seven words) is a condition to aspire to; the other, depending upon weight, is the route to equilibrium.

And so for day 769
20.01.2009

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Project Rebuild

Sachiko Murakami

What is a poem but a rental unit of language?

This is a question that introduces a project by Sachiko Murakami. http://projectrebuild.ca/ People “are invited to move into any of the poems on the site, and renovate”.

The project is inspired by a particular housing style: the Vancouver Special. http://www.vancouverspecial.com/

And so for day 768
19.01.2009

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Movement Moments

P. xxxi Richard Kostelanetz intro to the Gertrude Stein Reader he edited (Cooper Square Press, 2002) draws upon the 1951 work by Donald Sutherland (Gertrude Stein: a biography of her work) to present an old rift/riff on the art of time as opposed to the art of space.

To the critic Donald Sutherland these evocations of sound and image are plays, rather than fictions, because they are designed to be performed and because they present “movement in space, or in a landscape.” They are organized not as narratives but as a series of joyous moments, each of which is as important as every other. Rather than telling “what happened,” they are happening. Sutherland continues, “These plays of hers do not tell you anything. They merely present themselves, like a drama or a circus or any play that is really a stage play.”

I find it quite telling that there is a slippage here from “fictions” to “narratives”. Synonyms perhaps. Also a relation between general category and a species.

No matter. I’m not going to elaborate. Suffice it to say that the shape of textual objects has much in common with the traits with other semiotic objects. I do want to focus on the word “circus” in the quotation Kostelanetz pulls from Sutherland to serve the distinction he pushes between narrative/fiction and plays.

Sutherland, in the previous chapter, in a passage relating to Stein’s Tender Buttons [a text not often if ever classified as a “play”], invokes the “circus”:

If the words as ideas in a work are not arranged according to the conventions of logic or the habitual groupings of ideas in life, one can most easily approach them like a circus or a miracle or the tricks of a magician. One should be as intellectually direct and ready as a child or a saint, with a flair for the impossible, for coincidences and collisions, for puns, paradoxes, slapstick, and the outrageous. Tender Buttons and a great deal of work of Gertrude Stein can quite fairly be taken as a sort of Wonderland or Luna Park for anybody who is not too busy.

One of the marvels of course is bending time to space (and evoking the temporality of traversing any space).

And so for day 767
18.01.2009

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Hooked

About the character Milgrim in Zero History

Reading, his therapist had suggested, had likely been his first drug.

William Gibson is very crafty here. The reader is of course reading while absorbing this information about addiction. Of course, if one were being read to one would have some resistance … but bedtime stories have their own form of habituation…

And so for day 766
17.01.2009

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Food and Sex

The blog Baguettes and Butterscotch in one entry gives the eel-evoking “congers” for “conjures” and this is worth juxtaposing with Joanne Kates, the Globe and Mail food critic who reviews a pizza line up thus

[…] the scent of truffle overlaying it all like a silk shirt on a buff body. The thin coating of tomato sauce, not liquid enough to cause sogginess, adds just enough fruity complexity.

One swoons. So difficult to focus on the food — given the images afloat in one’s mind.

And so for day 765
16.01.2009

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Cocasse

Edmund White provides a bilingual pun. If you know French you get an extra jolt. If you don’t, you still get a bit of fun.

[…] Didi dismisses them as vapid exhibitionists. “Look at their tight pants. Some are fascists, some communists, but to me there is no difference. All cock and ass, cock-ass.”

From Nocturnes for the King of Naples

And so for day 764
15.01.2009

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Snares

A key sentence restating the main motifs of a novel…

Children know that to bring people together one has to seduce them, just like one seduces a lover, slowly, patiently, with stories and secrets.

From The Winter Palace (a novel of Catherine the Great) by Eva Stachniak.

And so for day 763
14.01.2009

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Crying Babies

In case you were wondering…

Science Daily (Oct. 27, 2006) — Parents should listen to their instincts and pick up their newborn babies when they cry, Queensland University of Technology researcher Professor Karen Thorpe said. […] Professor Thorpe said in the first three month’s of a baby’s life, having responsive parents was very important to the child’s emotional and neurological development.

The expert literature attests that this is but one aspect of responsive parenting which is a key to child establishing secure attachments and future mental health and well-being. Of course, one wonders how all this might map onto adult-adult relations.

And so for day 762
13.01.2009

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Acorn

Part of Carla Hartsfield’s poem “In the Garden” is quoted as an epigraph to David Livingstone Clink’s “Knots and Hollows” collected in his Shapeshifter (2004).

Spent the afternoon crouched in the belly
of an ancient tree. Climbed up there on a ladder
and bent myself into the shape of an acorn to meditate.

It may be the relation between the small acorn and the mighty oak that has led me to meditate on the relative size of epigraph to poem. In this edition of Shapeshifter the epigraphs appear in a smaller point size than the body of the poems.

There are other possibilities. The epigraph and poem can appear in the same size (I have seen this often) or the epigraph can be larger (I must admit to imagining this possibility and having yet to encounter an example in the wild). I am intrigued by the meaning effects that can be engendered by relative size. Is the one a footnote to the other; is the one a gloss?

And so for day 761
12.01.2009

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