Tuesday, June 18, 2013

I anthrax the HAZMAT of your heart: Situation Awareness & Writing with Street-involved Youth


Today, I led another creative workshop for Urban Arts Initiative. We did a number of writing activities including taking the Key Words & Search Terms list from the US Department of Homeland Security's NOC that they use to monitor social media sites.


I saw this list a while ago and immediately thought of writing a poem using the terms. Of course, Tom Raworth beat me to it. His poem is reprinted on Harriet, the Poetry Foundation's website. 
I printed out the list and invited the class to make poems or 'texts' using the word list. I read a little of Raworth's poem. I encouraged some students to write love poems and talked about the various ways relationships and love have used metaphors. (A 'toxic' relationship, 'burning' with love) and how Shakespeare used 'death' for sex. Many students had great lines:
"I anthrax the HAZMAT of your heart"
I suggested that some others do a kind of N+7 substitution of another text, replacing all verbs and nouns with terms from the Key Words list. One student who did the word substitution of a cento that he had created using text from Jonathan Ball's Clockfire, plus lines from Russell Edson, Charles Simic, and a Time/Life book about Ireland. I suggested that he then replace every other noun with a 'nature' word. He created the above-pictured text and was thrilled. As was I. His text is filled with verbal vitality, a dystopian tale of strange metaphoria.




Saturday, June 15, 2013

Writing about Stephen Nelson's un-YOLO vispo



My post on Jacket2.org on the work of Stephen Nelson.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Saturday, June 08, 2013

How much can you tweak English before it malfunctions?



It's been a bit quiet here, mostly because I've been busy doing things in the 'real' world, and also because I've been blogging over at Jacket2.org about visual poetry. My latest post is about the English visual poet, Mike Cannell.

You can find that post here.  I get all political and write how how Cannell's work investigates how language can be complicit in the expression of a capitalist system.

I've recently written about Christian Bok, Dan Waber, Erica Baum, a. rawlings, John M. Bennett, derek beaulieu. I've many more posts to come about a great variety of writers. I'm looking forward to seeing where the series goes as I attempt to further investigation the motivation, context, and reading of visual poetry. If you any comment or ideas, please drop me a line.


Saturday, May 04, 2013

Visual Poems can be Read Closer than They Appear: Commentary Series on Jacket2.org


I love the idea that if I write about something that I'm doing elsewhere on the internet here on this blog and that on that other thing has a link which sends people here to check out my blog, they are confronted with the announcement and the link for the place that they just came from. They could click back to that and then, seeing that there is information there about the blog return here. Wash, rinse, and repeat. They could be stuck in some kind of semiotic perpetual loop. At least until fossil fuel runs out, they wear down the keys on their keyboard or their fingers break free and board ten independent rocketships to Jupiter.

That said, I'm writing a commentary series on Jacket2.org entitled LANGUAGEYE, concerning the close reading of visual poetry. You can get to it here.

And to save those who go there from finding the link to this blog and clicking back, here's an idea. Just click on the air with those pre-liberated fingers and your imaginary mouse and -- hey presto! - you're back here again. Welcome. Long live the clickable. The redirected. The prime directive. The Moebius detective (just now, my new favourite character.) And welcome back. And again.

Here's the first piece on Jacket2.org.

Here's the second, about some of Dan Waber's work.

The series will run for three months -- May to July.

Hope you enjoy it.

Friday, May 03, 2013

Monday, April 29, 2013

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Elephanational Pwoermd Riding Monster 28




normale

thememes

elephantom

sususususurration

poetryst




Saturday, April 27, 2013

Hinterlandtional Pwoermd Raiding Mist 27


rest:art

humanimist

humanymist

huemany

humminganist


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thounds of þilence & þibilence



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Beyond Erasure



I was thinking about what was the next stage of erasure texts and/or blank texts. And thought of silent letters and those letters that are not pronounced (eg. the second f in daffodil.) 

So I took Wordsworth's "Daffodils" and erased all the letters and punctuation and physically cut out the silent letters. So silent even the paper can't pronounce them.

The first image is the silent letters marked as black rectangles. The second is the cut-outs. (I accidentally  inverted the image.)

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Shakespeare: Supreme Masterpiece and Proof Definitive by Pierre Henrion


This truly remarkable pamphlet explains through definitive and supreme analysis that Francis Bacon wrote Shakespeare. Or that Pierre Henrion is a master visual poet and Kabbalist-style reader. (The English text appears also in French, but it has not been scanned here.)












Ampersonational Pwoermd Robing Minx 22-23


ʼn-“n’t”'s 

’m’rsa’nd 

 innersand 

 ampersonation 

 ampersound 


 anpersamd 

 &mpers&d

&personator


ambersand

&

amdersanp





Sunday, April 21, 2013

Enfinationationationational Pwoermd Whiting Monk 21



infinight


enfinity


unfinity

profinity

skyrie

kyrie elision



Friday, April 19, 2013

inner national pwoisonerd moonbeam 19



heart[sic]


Idiot savant-garde


xxxoooxxx


Ggod


nounmenon


mu(sic)




un&less


heardattack



artvark


tubercool



wingfall





animinimal





aniniminimal


ininimicable



ininimitable 


inminimall



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HEALING MACHINE






Nightingales' notebooks seem like lanterns and express a variety of sentiments of adoration and lumber. The parrot, mainframe, jackdaw, jailer, jerk, trailer and bullfinch. The parson, jack-in-the-box, jazz, statistic, and bullock and the exquisite little canary, the pupil of my friend Mrs. H------. The mainland, jalopy, jerkin, stationer, and bumble. The poet, indeed, not only of its misquotes, but of statesmen and canoes.  The war bled its words. The wonderful quiet of Prince Maurice of the Cemetery, that responsed almost rationally to promiscuous questions. Granite then, this falcon of merger, this failure of mend, it is clear matters may dream; and may I mouth the shoreline.

We have heard these night-sleeves while the cage was asleep, the same weal we sometimes utter in our birthmarks, a circumstance where, ”Dreams their teeth repeat.'

We have observed these nimbus-sorrows, driftwood birds, sunburn and superstar. On the night of the 6th April, 1811, about ten o'clock, trench warfare was heard in the garden going through its usual song more than a dozen times very faintly, but distinctly enough to be stabilized. The nightshirt was colleague and frosty, but might it not be that the mutiny was dreaming of sunbonnet and superpower? Aristotle, indeed, proposes quiet.