Crg Hill's poetry scorecard

I can’t use the excuse anymore that I don’t have enough time to write. Perhaps I’ve never had this much time and/or freedom to write.

Yet writing gets harder and harder in every way.

Am I losing faith in written language to mark out imaginative/intellectual space (I’ve always agreed with yet resisted Derrida’s notions of language)? I’ve written nearly every day since Gerald–or was that Henry–Ford was president. Many, many words don’t carry the connotative weight they once did, e.g. nature, soul, pimple, clit. But many words swell to take their place.

Have words lost their faith in me?

Am I settling in such a way that I’m not driven to stir up the surface of you, us, them as I once was? Is the pimpled soul the only one driven to stir up nature?

Logorrhea has always been one of my favorite words. Many bloggers gleefully carry this affliction. Maybe I’d like to catch it too in some way…

 

 

 

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Primitive relations may help to settle the urge to have my picture first emerged. He tangles a clump of hair, otherwise known ideas, then she began to pull her generalization with laughter, throwing the valid a comprehensible jubilation. The process of cognition–the owl outside the tent–I don’t think you will find me. Portentous clouds in front, I ran ashore, way up through an orchard where the shopkeeper was not a soul, performing a unique service, though the door was unfastened. Floods came down. Picket lines.

The water being afraid had a dampness nothing wrecked.

“Would you dare to kill?”

“I can’t.”

But this does not lessen the field of  measuring human knowledge.

“For you I’d be capable.”

I used to hear some organic defect in those bastards. I mean, scarcely above a whisper. Out of tune, their mentality less optimistic, less angry.

Oulipo in New York: a Workshop of Experimental Literature

This is from the official website of the cultural services of the 
French Embassy.

http://www.frenchculture.org/spip.php?article2336

Oulipo in New York: a Workshop of Experimental Literature

The Oulipo, Ouvroir de Littérature Potentielle, is a collective of 
writers and mathematicians founded in 1960 by François Le Lionnais and 
Raymond Queneau. Since its creation, the Oulipo group explores 
alternative ways of writing fiction and poetry, by using patterns and 
constraints often inspired from mathematical models, but always in a 
playful spirit. Its members include Marcel Bénabou, Anne Garréta, 
Hervé Le Tellier, Ian Monk, Jacques Roubaud, and American author Harry 
Mathews, all of whom will be in New York for three days of readings, 
lectures, writing workshops and book signings. Jacques Roubaud will be 
presenting the recently published English translation of his book La 
boucle (The Loop).

Apr. 1, 7-8:30pm
Oulipo reading followed by book signings, in English
The New School, Tishman Auditorium, 66 W 12th Street, NYC | T 212 229 
5488 | More Info

Apr. 2, 12-2pm
Oulipo, Nouveaux Sentiers, Nouveaux Chantiers*, a roundtable 
discussion in French
Maison française of Columbia University, Broadway at West 116th Street 
| T 212 854 4482 | More Info

Apr. 2 , 7pm
Book launch and reading of Jacques Roubaud’s The Loop, in English
Idlewild Bookstore,12 West 19th Street, NYC | T 212 414 8888 | More 
Info | Please RSVP

Apr. 3, 2-5pm
Creative writing workshop with Marcel Bénabou, in French (limited to 
12 participants)
French Institute Alliance Française | 22 East 60th Street, NYC | T: 
212 355 6612 | More Info

Apr. 3, 7-9pm
Poetry readings followed by book signings, in English
The Pierogi Gallery, 177 North 9th Street, Brooklyn | T 718 599 2144 | 
More Info

Apr. 4, 1-3pm
Buffet-brunch followed by Oulipo reading, in French and English 
(invitations only)
Cultural Services of the French Embassy, 972 Fifth Avenue, New York | 
T 212 439 1400

“They all ran away, and only he remained under as if it had been yesterday.” Everyone was singing in dreams convinced that the night bird probably never would. His peculiar guttural note seems to wander. The farmer who yet sees stars catches their elderly. She claims June days the robin strikes, and is quickly followed by catbird, the wren, the wood choir.

Stealing to eat the pure pleasure of an illuminated city drowned. Birds were astir in the answers tomorrow. There is one way, at least, if the man who wandered its forests had lessened: the atmosphere had on a shabby checkered moisture, a shoplifter’s outfit.

When I say “the sun is about to pour the deadly contradiction,” I mean the granddaughter frightened into a system. Wearing the golden vest was the Word, the bed with intense eyes. There the water, upon the wet, unpainted, and upon the trees, as a warning. Amorally jumping from one-winged nighthawk–answers first, like a landscape–he settled down to hold his own, allowing himself lost sight in the wet obscurity, a whisper to make the boat my bed, his brain’s soft grassy plain.

Call for Work: sound poetry: aslongasittakes

just wanted to let folks know we are looking for work for issue 3 of
aslongasittakes (www.aslongasittakes.org)--- submissions are rolling,
but we hope to have issue 3 out in late april/early may-- the official
call for work is below
thanks,
james sanders

“How long is a poem? As long as it takes to perform it.” --Bob Cobbing

a s l o n g a s i t t a k e s, a sound poetry magazine published by the
Atlanta Poets Group, is seeking submissions. We are looking for sound
poetry, scores for sound poetry and essays on sound poetry. “What is
‘sound poetry’?” you ask. Good question. It’s one of those know it when
you see (hear) it kind of things. It’s probably not music (thanks Dick
Higgins). It might be noise. If you think about a spectrum of possible
noise made by the human body (or simulations thereof or substitutions
therefor), and at one end of the spectrum is a person reading her poem
and at the other end is abstract noise, we’re looking for works that
fall towards the latter end. We are looking for works in/of/against the
tradition(s) of Ball, Schwitters, Dûfrène, Henri Chopin, Jandl, Cobbing,
The Four Horsemen, Fylkingen Group, Öyvind Fahlström. . . hopefully by
now you get the idea. We’re looking for stuff that will push/redefine
the limits. The magazine is Web-based.

Please send submissions to aslongasittakes@comcast.net
<mailto:aslongasittakes@comcast.net> in one of the following formats:
.mp3, .wav, .wma, or flac. Please query before sending in other formats.
If you can’t get us the work via email, just send an email and let us
know, and we can find another way. We don’t know how long it will take
to get back to you on your submissions, just be cool. We can’t pay you
anything for your work. All work that appears in the magazine will be
available for download from the magazine’s site under the Creative
Commons’ /Attribution Non-commercial Share Alike/ license
(http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/); if you are not
comfortable with making your work available in that way, let us know and
we can probably work something out.