Crg Hill's poetry scorecard

In attempt to reach the Reality in the Child, maybe the little lamp blinked and she raised her head and looked. She must have because it’s true that the room rocked for stagnant memories. Now I’ve got room in a moment, measured and invariable. 

 

Slight nostalgia, anatomical corpse, but of the same work

(Corpse, assembled, to descend into the actual world.)

The many undecipherable formed a single roar

Hadn't anyone to play, the fragment of his life, he has left the flame and the ashes that he had only imagined.

The Plunge

 

As if suddenly she had peopled

the meat made when it fell,

blinking as if momentary death.

 

Then she lighted up by the happy.

You treated it like an insult.

 

The hive has no father, the eggs love. 

 

The woman threw her Semantic Field and softened, beautified

 

The man shrugged his what difference does it make. 

She said the progress of knowledge is listening. It is inherited, the inside thinking as social pushing on from outside.

 

I am a man who the chief pleasures about

this atypical canon is the season of the disturbed art object.

 

As we mass-produce decline,

I might have lost some distance.

 

There was the human mind’s copying

 

which

affects the

gland in the

midst 

of hammering

rain, a dilapidated

stonewall. 

 

Now Complete: Tom Beckett (Verbal) Questions, Crag Hill's (Visual) Answers

via this link for a week or so (to appear in the near future as an e-book):

https://www.dropbox.com/s/8zqcyy70ol4120e/Beckett's%20Questions%207-11-12.doc

The process: Tom Beckett's questions, my meditation (back straight, hands in lap, breath even), my formative verbal answer (in me leveling head, never written down), then pasting the question into google images, then seeking images that "matched up" or overlapped how I would verbally answer the question (or went in a direction I hadn't "thought" of). These may not be my best, final (or my only) answers, but they definitely are the best available answers. I'd answer some of these questions quite differently now, verbally and visually, but I stand by these answers (provisional truths) as I saw them at each particular, problematic, idiosyncratic point of interrogation.

    In any case, this may be the first extended visual/verbal dialog between two poets, almost two years in the making (from Columbus, OH to Moscow, ID), close to 400 pages in length.

    The next step is to write poems based on the images without paying "attention" to the questions.

    Then, next, locate images that "match up" with the poems, then write...

    Hey, that's dialog! We hope Barthe and Bahktin are chuckling in their graves.

 

Link to Tom Beckett reading the Qs at the Avant Writing Festival:

http://archive.org/details/QuestionsWhatDoIKnowWhatShouldIDo