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Cut

June 24, 2008

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The phrase “… in the world”.  Is this a product of the early talking movies?  We say: “This is the most cut book in the world.”  “This is the most difficult job in the world.”   This, that or something “… in the world.”  But why does it seem especially a movie phrase?  Does it seem […]

Unenlightened Money

June 21, 2008

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You arrive as money, carrying within your cold look the expectation of good scavenging – such as when seagulls land on top of the open garage door with a nail scrabble on painted metal: and there is cash in your pockets, I mean in the evidence of your coats and your bags, as you wander about […]

A – Secret ?

June 16, 2008

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You have to learn to like what you write: but you also have to learn to hate it.  It isn’t one way.  Self-argument is needed.  This is because the human mind is not a true functional unit in its conception of human values … and so intellectually one has to keep working – until the thing one can […]

Zoning the Reagent

June 15, 2008

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I imagine it is like one of those cricket scoreboards; in fact just like one; beyond a screen with a half-hidden figure moving behind it, untidying it so to say, shrunk across a field of short scorched grass, periodically slotting numbers in, the cumulative show of runs edging up throughout the day, and the process somehow convincing despite the clear evidence […]

A Faster Poem

June 7, 2008

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To be able to write a poem one must be a poem – the physical form of a poem is of the body; and so its silences are likewise corporeal.  An example would be Thom Gunn.  Gunn’s passion for Ben Jonson’s poetry created a kind of absolute from which his exacting sense of the unique impossible drew breath. He who would not […]

The Anti-Poem

June 7, 2008

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Poetry’s sense ‘cannot be articulated’.  Its achievement is silence.  In the moment of impossibility, of the experience that cannot be articulated, so, thus it begins.  Then how does one write it, experiencing this, in which the impulse to express gets crushed by virtue of the simple reality into which it is born?  Well, life is fatally predictable here of course; it […]

Ants Again

June 6, 2008

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If prose is a line of ants then I can only write one ant at a time; moreover, they aren’t all following the same script.