Belonging and Place

Visual artist, Guillermo Gòmez-Peña writes in “Documented/Undocumented” (The Graywolf Annual Five: Multi-Cultural Literacy [1988]) about displaced Latin Americans:

Our generation belongs to the world’s biggest floating population: the weary travelers, the dislocated, those of us who left because we didn’t fit anymore, those of us who still haven’t arrived because we don’t know where to arrive at, or because we can’t go back anymore.

It might be tempting to extrapolate the description and apply it to gay people who have migrated to cities. However the passage continues and it is not so clear as to how the description would or could apply to other groups.

Our deepest generational emotion is that of loss, which comes from our having left. Our loss is total and occurs at multiple levels: loss of our country (culture and national rituals) and our class (the “illustrious” middle class and upper middle). Progressive loss of language and literary culture in our native tongue (those of us who live in non-Spanish-speaking countries); loss of ideological meta-horizons (the repression against and division of the left) and of metaphysical certainty.

But if the loss is specific, the gain is translatable to other contexts.

In exchange, what we won was a vision of a more experimental culture, that is to say, a multi-focal and tolerant one. […] new options in social, sexual, spiritual, and aesthetic behavior.

Read on, in the translation by Rubén Martinez, and discover that any mappings of new options arising out of a tolerant culture are achieved at a price, that of challenging artworld “mechanisms of mythification” and working at “true intercultural dialogue”. A simple reading off of a queer context leaves too much behind (ironic in the context of a discourse about loss). Collaboration is offered as an alternative to simple appropriation.

Together, we can collaborate in surprising cultural projects but without forgetting that both should retain control of the product, from the planning stages up through to distribution. If this doesn’t occur, then intercultural collaboration isn’t authentic. We shouldn’t confuse true collaboration with political paternalism, culture vampirism, voyeurism, economic opportunism, and demagogic multiculturalism.

Gòmez-Peña is writing about Latino and Anglo cultures. Could it be collaboration be done in the context of hetero and homo relations?

And so for day 660
03.10.2008

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Libraries, Gardens and Arabian Nights

I have always thought of gardens as libraries — housing genetic material to be read and recombined. Cameron Smith in the Toronto Star (June 14, 2003) in “The army in our gardens” makes a similar point.

A garden, then is a storybook of life. You can read as much, or as little, as you like. It is so full of stories, you will never come to the end. And, as in The Arabian Nights, each story so fascinates, you end up longing for the next one.

Smith goes on to review a book. A Breath of Fresh Air: Celebrating Nature and School Gardens by Elise Houghton with photographs by Robert Christie. He writes:

The book has 129 colour photographs of ponds, gardens, rehabilitated areas, and — the ones I like the most — of children, and their expressions of wonder.

If I can’t find the book in my local library, I might settle for a World Wide Web search for “children AND gardens”.

And so for day 659
02.10.2008

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Reductions

Colm Tóibín in a review of the poetry and prose of Thom Gunn collected in Love in a Dark Time concludes

[…] we must acknowledge that his talent, his seriousness, his intelligence and his generosity, if they can be separated from it, have been as important as his homosexuality in the making of his poems.

Following these words, it perhaps unfair to characterize Sky Gilbert’s contributions to new holes in the wall (York Poetry Workshop, 1975) and much of his oeuvre as being composed under the sign of competition. From that 1975 anthology I take as emblematic the lines from “Men” that assert that men must do battle “And view each other with suspicion” and even sexual intimacy is a site of struggle (“Heaven help us if we were to embrace”). In so many ways all that follows after these early poems is cast in an agonistic style. A perpetual edge. Keen measurement against the oppressor. Assessments always either implied or explicit. There is no end to judgement. All rests in arbitration.

It is not so much that values are enunciated for in any event to present words to the world is to mark and honour as valuable some experience, event or thing. It’s the pitch of the take-it-or-leave-it kind that makes me circle back to the keyword “suspicion”. It is as if our poet doesn’t trust the reader. And yet the petulance is set aside with a joyously juvenile

P.P.P.P.S. I love you.

at the end of the 2003 Temptations For A Juvenile Delinquent.

At our age we are usually in the mode of overhearing and it is an effort to see myself as that “you” (especially in the last line of a poem giving ever more complicated instructions in “How to Take Care of My Cat”).

I want to drop out of the competition. But I read on. I even re-read. Aware of other games — the dizziness offered by multiplied post-scriptums. Finding it odd that I can keep up. Remembering that skipping rope and multiplying verbal complexity, piling words upon words, is both a competition and a delirious, delicious, inducement of vertigo. A gone again.

And so for day 658
01.10.2008

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Coup de theatre

Towards the beginning of the book, there are two good poems. One turns on the trope of the voyeur observed. “The Book Women” which opens the book begins with a portrait of older women that coming to a reading expose themselves to the not too gentle scrutiny of the poem’s narrator. By the end of the poem the poetic voice reflects on the inner old women in all of us. What begins as satire turns to a disguised and distinguished call to carpe diem.

In a poem not quite in succession but akin to the opener by its twist, a view from a window leads to contemplation of a sprouting jungle scene. Revisited later in the poem after what is implied as a successful coming out, the scene is characterized by a single line, a line that amazes the reader and concludes the poem with a figure that opens up to meditation:

I found a solitary tree.

Sky Gilbert. Temptations for a Juvenile Delinquent I am sure there is more to say about the other poems and their solitary pleasures, meanwhile I’ll hang out alone and cruise by the image of the tree once seen as a jungle.

And so for day 657
30.09.2008

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Queer Sighting

The back cover of the programme of events for Queer Sites held May 13-15, 1993 at New College, University of Toronto, has a lovely “poem” on the back that fascinates me because of its enjambement.

HOMOACADEMICA
QUERYING
THE QUEER
SEX AT THE
BOUNDARIES

On the flyleaf, my copy has two interesting questions inscribed in green: “If queer is a techne, a set of tools, what are the parameters, shifting or stable, for its use? How does one draw and how are limits drawn for one and what does that or this man about oneself.”

After all these years, the lines of investigation are less of space and more of time. How fast, how slow, how long? The place of a comma. The time of a period.

And so for day 656
29.09.2008

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Another Take on “cures”

After glossing the lines from Zbigniew Herbert “Chord” as translated by Alissa Valles and found in The Collected Poems 1956-1998 (a good memory cures/ the scar of a loss leaves), I revisit some old lines.

Maxims Against Idolatry

The weaver is not the woven
Adultery cures idolatry

April 1, 2000

And I thought idolatry was being smashed. In some ways it is being erected.

And so for day 655
28.09.2008

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It Bears Repeating

From Zbigniew Herbert “Chord” as translated by Alissa Valles and found in The Collected Poems 1956-1998.

a good memory cures
the scar a loss leaves

I’ve no idea about the original Polish. I do like the polysemy offered by the verb “cures”. It is both a healing and a hardening.

And so for day 654
27.09.2008

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Character and Appearance

Edmund White States of Desire sums up the character of the gay men in Portland and Seatle thus

Few people in the Northwest appear to be individuals, but many do think for themselves. Elsewhere the reverse is true: the originality is all on the level of manners, not morals, of costume, not content.

I like how crafted the contrasts are in the concluding sentence. A nice surface effect.

And so for day 653
26.09.2008

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Space and Transformations

Leonard Mlodinow in Euclid’s Window provides this insightful take on location and access to it via both geometry and algebra.

There is more to location than naming a spot […] The real power of a theory of location resides in the ability to relate different locations, paths, and shapes to each other, and to manipulate them employing equations — in the unification of geometry and algebra.

The key here is “the ability to relate”. All in the name of manipulation.

And so for day 652
25.09.2008

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Solidarity and Dreamtime

The intersubjective recounting of experience, especially experiences from the realm of the sub-conscious, forms strong bonds.

Because we had had the same dream, Pussycat and I agreed that we were now each other’s friend.

from Kathy Acker Pussycat Fever. What is clever is that the same dream didn’t have to have been had at the same time. The dream can be passed around like a solemn token of friendship. Indeed if the dream was dreamed at the same time it would not be the same dream.

And so for day 651
24.09.2008

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