Dorothy, a publishing project

via  10/19/14 Nytime Sunday Book Review

Wall Creeper by Nell Zink  ... birding ... Zink wrote as impromtu for Jonthn Franzen

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Dorothy, a publishing project
dorothyproject.com/books-gallery

10 bks, 2 yr ~ one more in realm of lit fiction  (maybe in transl, and with sth int inventive w narrative);  one more in realm of small press experimental poetry
= two worlds the publisher was involved in, via work at Dalkey Archive (designed covers) on one hand and her own writing in community of exprmntl poetr.  says these two writing-reading communities not interact much, so her pair of books each year meant to encourage someone who comes for the one to also get read the other.


3 bks = trilogy by Renee Gladman /int   
3rd Ana Patova crosses a bridge:
"magnificent, melancholy series about the city-state of Ravicka"  Lyn Hejinian
pub'd year one, two, four   +  +  +  in each pair, th other is the more lit fiction. /? yes. w lit shown first in pair, experimental shown to second (left-right)

year one 2010 
+ Barbara Comyns / int Who was changed & who was dead. op brit.  y, lit. 

year two 2011
+  In th time of th blue bell by  manuela draeger  fictnl author creatn of pseudonym of poss male author.  French, in trans.   = stories.    comprd murakami.  y, lit.

year four 2013
+ Creature by Amina Cain = stories. more lit than experimental poetr I guess.


year three 2012
Promising Young Women by suzanne scanlon. /more ~lit, rtill int form but reads more as nrrtv,
Fra Keeler by azareen van der vliet Oloomi.  iranian-american.  / hmm this sounds ~ lit nrrtv but is the more experimental poetr ~ ? 
or scanlon, written in fragments, is?  maybe scanlon.  no, per her website she seems pretty 'fiction'.
okay from *her* website Azareen van der vliet Oloomi seems assoc w experimental.  /

note also praise Oloomi investigates a tripartite relationship between perception, reality, and textuality." --The Quarterly Conversation = wh I assoc //shld I? pretty much really bcs assoc w j waxman, who has writ for (I think)// w ~ Dalkey, Ctr Bk Culture /now no more maybe/, Open Letter Books (rochester translation chad post fr dalkey).
quarterlyconversation.com/fra-keeler-by-azareen-van-der-vliet-oloomi
hmm so yes maybe a crossover facilitated by Dorothy press?! 
though shld not assume that Scott Esposito has not been int in more experimental...
/he is editor of Qrtrly Conversation; I noted him first in early days www ~2005 his site, linked fr Qrtrly as 'Editor's Blog':  Conversational Reading -  Since 2004. The blog of the critic, writer, and editor, Scott Esposito. //






and now
year five 2014  Wallcreeper by Nell Zink  / more lit story always first
and          Dan by Joanna Ruocco / more expr~poetr always second? /y think so.
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Then - If it don't work out - You Can Tell Me Good-bye.

Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye    written by John D. Loudermilk
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G Em C D7 Kiss me each morning for a million years
G Em C D7 Hold me each evening by your side
G Em C D7 Tell me you love me for a million, a million years
G C G C Then if it don't work out, then if it don't work out 
G C D7 Then you can tell me good-bye

G Em C D7 Sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss
G Em C D7 Soften my dreams with your sigh -mm hm-
G Em C D7 After you've loved me for a million years
G C G C Then if it don't work out, then if it don't work out
G C G Then you can tell me, tell me good-bye

C G  If you must go, baby I won't grieve..
Em A7 Am D7 But just wait a lifetime before you leave  -mm hm-

G Em C D7 Then if you must go, I won't tell you no
G Em C D7 But just so that we can  say we tri-ed   -oh baby- 
G Em C D7 Tell me you love me for a million, a million years 
G C G C Then if it don't work out, then if it don't work out
G C G Then you can tell me good-bye
_ C G Then you can tell me-- You can tell me good-bye.  -mmm hm-
_____Tell me good-bye.

Bettye Swann {pandora }}}

pandora > Bettye Swann
My Heart is Closed for the season
first .. typical.. features classic soul qualities, repetitive melodic phrasing, a busy horn section, extensive vamping and groove based composition.

From here on out we'll be exploring other songs and artists that have musical qualities similar to Bettye Swann.
This track  "You've Really Got A Hold On Me" by The Miracles /y like/
has similar classic soul qualities, acoustic rhythm piano, a twelve-eight time signature, intricate melodic phrasing and a busy horn section.

Aretha Franklin  (Sweet sweet baby) Since you've been gone

//tell me about melodic phrasing//

interface for me

like there is not an interface working for me. 

used to:
dlww. blogspot.  and this is not much changed (thank you).
dlcs.  which did change, and pinboard is better.  and I did manage to engage enough to set up mirroring, and have the poss cld engage more and start to use primarily pinbrd (though can I mirror back to dlcs?  is okay with me if not?  shall I start a new acct? ~ no..)

but it's like, everybody else not clicking on the same links.  as the blogger-columnist I liked ~ fr israel, said already ~10 yrs ago
maybe what everybody else clicked on is facebook?  and twitter? 

why is that not okay with me, like a link blog.  (some ppl's fbk & twitters are, right?0

and all the other sites got bigger visually and loadily.

no one now I follow.  maamyyra I was reading, was a current following. stopped writing.  now a revisiting, a book to look at.   and there is gazpachot I like, and now nounasverb (erin) but yet not a following.


is it interface.  or ~ just, it takes the energy ~ libido? ~ for me to engage, and then here it is okay. 

okay if I cannot have enthusiasm for ~ books?

and so maybe, could it be okay?
if I am not all that.  what?  the current example, the book ctr:  knowing about.  all the books.  ~ well, my concern is less about not-knowing and more about not-caring  ---- innit?   about being *supposed* to have favorites.  opinions.

do I not have opinions? but of course I do. so what is it I mean when say or fear that I will not have, not in way can perform, not in way supposed to?
I am quick to note a possible opinion I can perform. a favorite book! not a lie.  True Deceiver, say, think of bcs was on staff recommends.  and Lolly Willows too.    but what will I say?  I will have to make it up.  unless I say what?  True Deceiver I could read when things not making sense. when very sad.  bcs it is: this. this. this.  /d n say much about: why?  but at lst that is a real qstn.  .. real qstns is the best way I can do this?  as with Time for Everything.  Knaussgard.  What *is*this book?  What is in it?  What show is this, what kind of show, what is happening here?  what are the phenomena, incl what ppl say -- but to me are ppl saying wh I find in book (No, in that case.  they are saying the sort of thing ppl say, handed to you, 'encyclopedic treatment of angels', to the exclusion of saying much at all about what is in this book.  what do the words say.
and so, the issue is that that is 1) difficult.  to articulate.  and 2) not a recommendation, in the way *supposed* to present  ???

simpler ~ more to the point ~ I am afraid bcs not enthusiastic.  bcs lacking incentive, faith - for the books.  bcs am sad.  bcs d n think it matters, unless it matters to you.  and it hardly matters to me. to read it.    bcs am not hoping.  not hopeful.

km, why is this very hard for me? 


and so, could it be okay?  if my mind is not full of knowing, enthusiasm, here you go!
if that is not my deal.    
/what is sad in life is to not be yrslf.  not be true to. ~  actor Noel Fisher re his char Micky on Shameless coming out.     however I do agree with Micky, what makes ___ is me and you.  not what these assholes think.  "“Ian what you and I have, that makes me free. Not what these assholes know.”"     and wh Noel Fisher tweeted is not how I wld say, though maybe only bcs ~ too over-familiar. otherwise fine. 'true to one's self.'  I go to Hughes, TSE.  //


others do not have minds of my deal, cannot I be that and that be okay?  my deal ~ tabula rasa.  what is this.  associations.  tangents -  touching.  question.  standing in.   floats horse floats as.
or ?

not an ethic of deserving. / but of luck?

km:

talking about deserving.
and ~ about, what is this called:   . . . obligation?
~ some rich bougie girl done nothing with her life.     =  how is this about deserving?  you didn't deserve this privilege, and so you owe? 

******  better, to talk about:  luck.  *****  what else, how else?

tell me again km...  // you articulate.  the well thought well felt.  most humane and most decent?  toward people, as a public and private.  for me, the compliment from Lloyd, my face opening at the superlative: maro treats ppl w more humanity and decency than anyone ever met. / *treats*  especially when sense gentle need, a welcoming of ~mere~ decency.  kindness, yes. not just seeming.  but maybe only if with someone not mannered.  someone first day at work at a place I am already used to, easy at.  someone quiet, ~ need for that to be okay.  easy, to give.  / and I am not, like km, able to think of 'people' as if really exist.  persons, thou, but not them. (and of course even I-thou, failingly.)   //

tell me again: bcs you have this you shld.. / vs ? luck. 
& Lyn Hejinian experience not as narrative, so political not about ethic of deserving.
and the very next week, eleanor johnson says this? "she and I .just agree'  /agree/ 
my: a political 'the personal is political' I can feel relevant.  not: for me to be disregarded.
relevant to me bcs about ~ not history, not a narrative. 

/ my, also not narrative: also cadences, associations.  as below. ||  cannot that be the poem?  leslie scalapino floats horse as horse floats.  went out in to it intuit.  It's go in horizontal
all the directions. tangents - touching.  I will say more, I will form it, too, it can be ongoing conversation i-thou you do not know in advance what the other person is saying. ~ nor does the person saying. /

my, not about deserving: gifts and needs. /re r bespallof, by author of Death of Virgil, = Hermann Broch.  always have to get to his name this way.  and Virgil is Maro.  [Publius Vergilius Maro (October 15, 70 BC – September 21, 19 BC), usually called Virgil or Vergil /ˈvɜrdʒəl/ in English, was an ancient Roman poet] so this is all my.  //    
if the gift is not to your need?   
or ~ cruelty of melancholy, if not received the gift of loss.  of grief ~fulfilled.  
of grief fulflilled.  /echo is cs lewis grief observed/    then all is surfeit, too much, not the thing.
|| not the droid you're looking for.  come get me yesterday.   are you my mother?
 you can't make a record if you can't make a record .. Well, you can't make a record if you ain't got nothing to say. /shotgun willie . nelson /
guy in army, wandering saying only "is this it? is this it?"  mental illeness discharge - paper handed to.  "this is it!"  = to me?  needing? the one thing?  and here it is the thing that gets you out.  you saying No, you saying I prefer not to -- the thing that says: Okay, so you don't.  

___________
back to the politics:  what is gained by saying privilege?  rather than luck.
~ talk about structure.  ?

"But you don't ~ " / "Meaning you ~ "

"But you don't ~ "

Alison in Orphan Black to neighbor's husband saying "I shld hv a problm w this" after she says "I'm objectifying you."


"Meaning you ~ "

Mario in The Wire to Prop Joe at Co-op Meeting discussing new territory to go to East-siders.  Prop Joe: "Well. I am East Side."



// with km. what does this cadence do? ~ calling out ~ in way opens possibility

Duino Elegies, 1st

Duino Elegies, 1st & 2nd, Rainer Maria Rilke:

The First Elegy

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?

and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart:

I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence.

For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to
endure,

and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.

Every angel is terrifying.

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The First Elegy
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?

and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart:
I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure,

and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Every angel is terrifying.

it is always between you and your god -erin

noun as verb: it is always and only ever between you and your god

it is always and only ever between you and your god
when you are in love or with your children   ...    ...
when you believe in nothing (perhaps especially then) 
"god" is your love, your children, your hallelujah, your belief and your ability to be bereft of it

// ~ when I wretch lay wrestling with, my God!, my God //

// but, Gerard Manley Hopkins did not mean not a person.  nor do I.

// H as always a theologian: how to speak of God, and that He can not be
spoken of in the manner in which one speaks of objects -- this was the
path that his thinking ...




noun as verb: i kiss this mind that can hold nothing

i believe that god is not god but rather that this word points to our
origins, our wider state of being, the wholeness of the world, of
existence, all of existence, not just human existence. i write this so
that i remember. and even with these black strokes, even if i remember
the words, i know i will in some essential and rooted way forget.
/ H: forgetting Being

// and Natalia Ginzburg Human Virtue

Adélia Prado

noun as verb: go crazy or turn holy
(erin) why do i feel affinity with the madmen, those unable to play nice in the meantime?


from "serendade" by adélia prado
I am beginning to despair
and can see only two choices:
either go crazy or turn holy.




Serenade - by Adélia Prado

Some night under a pale moon and geraniums   /the highway man.  //poetry is reminding
he would come with his incredible hands and mouth   /mm.
to play the flute in the garden.
I am beginning to despair
and can see only two choices:
either go crazy or turn holy.
I, who reject and reprove    /y
anything that’s not natural as blood and veins,
discover that I cry daily,
my hair saddened, strand by strand,
my skin attacked by indecision.
When he comes, for it’s clear that he’s coming,
how will I go out onto the balcony without my youth?
He and the moon and the geraniums will be the same –
only women of all things grow old.
How will I open the window, unless I’m crazy?    /yes. 
How will I close it, unless I’m holy?



Love Song - by Adélia Prado

First came cancer of the liver, then came the man
leaping from bed to floor and crawling around
on all fours, shouting: "Leave me alone, all of you,               / oh _
just leave me be," such was his pain without remission.
Then came death and, in that zero hour, the shirt missing
a button.

I'll sew it on, I promise,
but wait, let me cry first.
"Ah," said Martha and Mary, "If You had been here,
our brother would not have died." "Wait," said Jesus,             /john 11 35 jesus wept
"let me cry first."
So it's okay to cry? I can cry too?
If they asked me now about life's joy,
I would have only the memory of a tiny flower.              / oh _
Or maybe more, I'm very sad today:
What I say, I unsay. But God's Word
is the truth. That's why this song has the name it has.        / 





The Alphabet in the Park: Selected Poems of Adelia Prado  | ggl bks
Wesleyan University Press, 1990 - 63 pgs - transl Ellen Watson

the third, and longest, to cry.

Easter - by Adélia Prado

Age
is a way of feeling cold that takes me by surprise
and a certain acidity.
...

I divide my day into three parts:
the first to look at photographs,
the second to look in mirrors,
the third, and longest, to cry.
...



___________



Dysrhythmia  - by Adélia Prado

Old people spit with absolutely no finesse
and bicycles bully traffic on the sidewalk.

...

We give birth to life between our legs
and go on talking about it till the end,    //that is, about sex?/
few of us understanding:
it's the soul that's erotic.



The Alphabet in the Park: Selected Poems of Adelia Prado  | ggl bks
 
-Favorites included:  "Dysrhythmia", "Not Even One Line in December", "Denouement".  I felt like some things may have been lost on me in translation."Dysrhythmia," which opens the collection, threw me for such a loop that I feel like I may have expected too much of the rest of the selection. //not incl in ggl preview, and seems not to be typed out in full anywh on web.. 
above, found on The Widening Spell: Adelia Prado: Poet of "Excarnation!, are only "the opening lines."'

that's it, I'm jealous of Carlos Drummond de Andrade

ADELIA PRADO | www.antoniomiranda.com.br BRAZILIAN POETRY IN ENGLISH -
Adélia Prado is a Catholic intimist poet who writes about the instantaneous

apprehension of reality and the transformation of this reality through a critical

and yet sensual Christian experience of the world.
The following poems are from Poesias Reunidas (Collected Poems).  transl. David Cole 

Everybody Writes a Poem for Carlos Drummond de Andrade

As she put on the blue dress with the pattern of yellow daisies
and pulled back her hair, the woman said aloud:

that's it, I'm jealous of Carlos Drummond de Andrade     //haha "that's it." 

despite all our extraordinary similarities.       /for sure. 

And she laid bare her own troublesome existence, and his. /laid bare ~shoulders. oh bcs as pulling back hair

Let us both, she added, look in the encyclopedia     
for constitution, stopping by "clematis, lilac flower

of artless form which loves to flower in European meadows".

We have nocturnal terrors, diumal despair       //

and days on end where nothing happens.         // yes rdh: 'we can lose days'

We eat, we drink, and feel no pride on seeing                           /y no pride accompl

our names in print, because this memory will not allow it:

once, on Avenida Paulista, a drunk shouting:

"Everybody here is just a scrotum and guts."

Carlos is gauche. And to myself, they have often said:       // y y 'vie carlos!'  7 sided poem

"Can't you read the sign? YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY."

One day we produced such a perfect line

that people began to laugh. However, an unquenchable rage

emanates from me whenever they cite his name,

when they dedicate poems to him.

For that reason I prize my book of verses,

which is but one question, hardly original:

"Why was I not born a firefly?"

Only a sharp knife's point, for the cyst of my envy,

as we cut out the black eyes of over-ripe papayas.

Am I a poet? Am I?

A single truthful answer

and I might love you.                       // you.

Intimism (Slovene: intimizem) was a poetic movement that emerged in Slovenia in 1945, after the end of World War II. Its main themes were love, disappointment..   Intimism (Slovene poetry) - Wkp

My mother thought study / the grandest thing in the world. / It is not. / The grandest thing in the world is feeling.  ...

.

as for the nails

noun as verb: how to save the world in two easy steps
1.  stop unnecessary consumption

2.  love your neighbour 

Our children and our grandchildren do not have a healthy world to move into. They do not. Present tense. We have ruined it. And we continue to make it worse. And we teach them how to contribute to its ruin.

But we could save the world. And get this - it wouldn't even be difficult.

But we won't.

noun as verb: retail is damned hard work on the soul
i want to end with either a story of redemption or a story that strikes the last nail and shows us our ultimate error but today i have neither.  the truth is that every morning that i drive in to work i drive past frosted trees or fields of snow or the breath of cows and horses forming small clouds in the air. sometimes there are ravens or crows. once i saw a moose standing as still as a tree, his face long as a trunk, brown, knotted, immobile.  this is redemption.
as for the nails, they continue to be hammered out one story after another, one day after another, in one store after another, and often well-intentioned.  bang bang bang, we build our shallow graves.


-- Erin

Black Stone Lying On A White Stone | Academy of American Poets

Black Stone Lying On A White Stone - by Cesar Vallejo  | Academy of American Poets:


Black Stone Lying On A White Stone

   I will die in Paris, on a rainy day,
on some day I can already remember.
I will die in Paris--and I don’t step aside--
perhaps on a Thursday, as today is Thursday, in autumn.

   It will be a Thursday, because today, Thursday, setting down
these lines, I have put my upper arm bones on 
wrong, and never so much as today have I found myself
with all the road ahead of me, alone.

   César Vallejo is dead.  Everyone beat him
although he never does anything to them;
they beat him hard with a stick and hard also

   with a rope.  These are the witnesses:
the Thursdays, and the bones of my arms,
the solitude, and the rain, and the roads. . .                  / oh  _  _

trans R Bly  ~   but read this first and it is my.  more than:
Black Stone on a White Stone by Cesar Vallejo : Poetry Magazine
Translated By Rebecca Seiferle  
Read the translator's notes                 <<<

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this opportunity to touch what is held in common with this world. it takes vast imagination to remain here in the significant something and not lean toward aggrandizement in the formidable nothing.

trying~

 i want to shine
like the animal i am.         ////hypnogog 

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noun as verb: short notes on max and us                             /(max?)

each generation /hmm. not each life, person// should begin again in its most basic form, begin again
from the most basic question, in this life what is possible? and hold in
the other hand, at least equal in weight, perhaps more so, what is not?
 what is it that we sharpen our imaginations toward?

man born must
eat, be sheltered,

yearns to/has tendency to love and walks beside the
mystery of his spirit which clearly means something that we will
never empirically know  //yes v good simply put. /we are standing in this question and it is as real as newspapers and dogs and cats/  //, only grasp at //no nor mind expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed// and if we are lucky, accept and
love.

it takes vast imagination //yes yes it takes that vision: desire, seeing to want, for-the-sake-wh.  ~ witness the image of the prime mover.//  to remain here  /y. 'stay with us.'/  in the significant /y/
something and not lean toward aggrandizement /int/  in /y IN/  the formidable nothing.



i wake today.  i am a 43 year old woman /~5 yrs past me/, slightly ill /y/, officially poor
but yet i feel swamped in superfluousness /y y y /, surrounded by the garb of the
formidable nothing.  i have a tv, computers, many books, many sweaters
(too many to wear), too much food (i am moved to through away uneaten
leftovers), a car, the list continues, but it is irrelevant.  what do i
really have?  this temporary body and the pleasures (and love) i
experience through it; this opportunity to touch what is held in common
with this world.





each human being has the same potential and only this potential.  //hm./
i consider what is happening between russia and the ukraine.  i consider
what occurs in the hyperbole and semantics of politicians /y. what
happens in their semantics.  what is going on here. // in the united
states and canada.  politicians are not concerned with what is truly
possible and what isn't.  certainly not {nor are} businesses,
conglomerations,
multi-nationals or the measly executives running the so-called free
world (these are our real politicians, those invigorated by the profit
motive.)
how much can we get?  what might we imagine that looks like?



i look out my window.  the sun passes over the snowbank and there are so
many points of illumination that it hurts to consider.  i am slow /y/  in
staring at it, feeling that there is great significance not in it
exactly but just beyond it, in whatever it is that makes it radiant.  it
seems that somehow even these ice crystals shining are words which
suggest the thing itself, are symbols / ~ / of that which really is.  we all
must know that the only wealth is here in our attention. don't we know
this?  // the clearing.  the clearing.  the there, being.//   
do we imagine that this wealth is small?  it is endless. only it
hurts us because we feel we can't own it. and we don't.  we don't own
it.  can't.   it is us and we are it.   /yes yes yes. 




love.                              this is everything  ?


*also.  'attention.'  Simone Weil. 




//read ~ all this?  Erin's posts.archives  ...  
write to her. 

and to anne.

and to Kate Withy.     uncanny.   (bk pub'd? get fr semcoop?)

"The Soul That Suffered From Being Its Body" by césar vallejo

"The Soul That Suffered From Being Its Body" by césar vallejo
translated by clayton eshleman

You suffer from an endocrine glad, it's obvious,
or, perhaps,
suffer from me, from my tacit, stark sagacity.  ___  / :)  "it's obvious" 
You endure the diaphanous anthropoid, over there, nearby,
where the tenebrous darkness is.
You revolve around the sun, grabbing on to your soul,
extending your corporal Juans
and adjusting your collar; that's obvious.
You know what aches you,
what leaps on your rump,
what descends through you by rope to the ground.   ___ /m.
You, poor man, you live; don't deny it,
if you die; don't deny it,
if you die from your age, ay, and from your epoch.
And, even if you cry, you drink,
and, even if you bleed, you nourish your hybrid eyetooth,
your wistful candle and your private parts.
You suffer, you endure and again you suffer horribly,
miserable ape,
Darwin's lad,
bailiff spying on me, most atrocious microbe.
And you know this so well,
that you ignore it, bursting into tears.
You, then, were born; that
too is obvious at a distance, poor devil and shut up,
and you put up with the street fate gave you
and you question your navel: where? how?

My friend, you are completely,
up to your hair, in the year thirty-eight,
Nicolas or Santiago, someone or other,
either with yourself or with your abortion or with
me
and captive in your enormous freedom,  ___  /y
dragged on by your autonomous Hercules ...
But if you calculate on your fingers up to two,
it's worse; don't deny it, little brother.

You say no? You say yes, but no?
Poor ape! ... Gimme your paw! ... No. Your hand, I meant.
To your health! Keep suffering!

tenebrous.   autrocious.   autonomous. 
bailiff   /like a sexton,  flaubert,  swing rope bells
mind body duality / no duality!

/wait.  'in the year 38.'  1938.  but he died that year?  this in book Human Poems was published: ?  '1939' posthmsly then  ?    and so did he he did write this poem the year that he died..  
and what of "Black Stone Lying" ?

vallejo.. soul suffered from being its body | erin trying ~

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The Complete Poetry: A Bilingual Edition by C�sar Vallejo | PopMatters:

The second Vallejo is that of “Trilce”; there isn’t anything much like it. “Trilce” forecast poetry that didn’t get written for generations, from the field poetry of Charles Olson to “language poetry.” It’s like a furious rainstorm: hard to see, hard to get your bearings, blinding flashes, fresh blasts of breeze, a cleansing darkness ..   

 ...  Vallejo makes a statement of what poetry and art should be, as modern a statement as any:
“Refuse, all of you, to set foot /on the double security of Harmony./ Truly refuse symmetry.”
And that is what much modern art—what much art, period—has done ever since.  /hmm./

Human Poems
Then Vallejo stepped away—away from modernism this ferocious, as if there were nowhere else it could go. He fled Peru and settled in Paris, where he starved, slept in parks, was very sick, and slowly built up a livelihood from freelance journalism, grants and teaching. His poetry changed: It loosened up into a rolling verse, playful, a dark, rich loam of wry, humane humor and intensity. //oh, smart sad wry playful.// He writes some of the best prose poems in any language. His poem “The Soul That Suffered from Being Its Body” is a splendid treatment of the mind-body dualism—and the soul’s disappointment at finding there is no dualism!   //yes there it is.  love.//
And his elegy for a dead friend, “Alfonso: you are looking at me,” is full of nostalgia and love. As a starting point for Vallejo, these verses—collected by his widow under the title of “Human Poems”—are ideal.

erin
said...

"The Soul That Suffered From Being Its Body" by césar vallejo
translated by clayton eshleman


You suffer from an endocrine glad, it's obvious,
or, perhaps,
suffer from me, from my tacit, stark sagacity.    _________________________  / :)
You endure the diaphanous anthropoid, over there, nearby,
where the tenebrous darkness is.
You revolve around the sun, grabbing on to your soul,
extending your corporal Juans
and adjusting your collar; that's obvious.
You know what aches you,
what leaps on your rump,
what descends through you by rope to the ground.
You, poor man, you live; don't deny it,
if you die; don't deny it,
if you die from your age, ay, and from your epoch.
And, even if you cry, you drink,
and, even if you bleed, you nourish your hybrid eyetooth,
your wistful candle and your private parts.
You suffer, you endure and again you suffer horribly,
miserable ape,
Darwin's lad,
bailiff spying on me, most atrocious microbe.
And you know this so well,
that you ignore it, bursting into tears.
You, then, were born; that
too is obvious at a distance, poor devil and shut up,
and you put up with the street fate gave you
and you question your navel: where? how?

My friend, you are completely,
up to your hair, in the year thirty-eight,
Nicolas or Santiago, someone or other,
either with yourself or with your abortion or with
me
and captive in your enormous freedom,              _________________________  /y
dragged on by your autonomous Hercules ...
But if you calculate on your fingers up to two,
it's worse; don't deny it, little brother.

You say no? You say yes, but no?
Poor ape! ... Gimme your paw! ... No. Your hand, I meant.
To your health! Keep suffering!

March 4, 2014 at 6:45 AM

oh/  here by Erin on morning of my 37th birthday, before 11 pm start of 38th year


this is a blog about living through body. it is a no comment blog as i
try to focus and learn but if you are so moved you can email me at  thetinyleaf   gml

the tiny leaf.
 

erin

trying~

Introduction      trying~   /// oh  even the ~ //

Interests      being, art, life and death, beauty, poignancy, crossing lines, growth, now, then too, oh, and tomorrow.

from Ontario, Canada.

fvr music: 
     ólafur arnalds /hm?/ , bon iver /ok/ , alexi murdoch /like nick
drake, to me fr MikeO in mailroom: All My Days and (beneath an) Orange
Sky/ iron and wine /ok/, arvo pärt /oh! just on rectify 2-7
charlie the chaplain tape player "beauty will redeem the world"  ~ I tht
he said "there is beauty in the world, it runs all through it"  - 
comments some questioning some loving the music, as ~ discordant.

fvr books:  the good ones, many  /y nice.




photographs from a white space

i can't care if it means anything to anyone else.  it is my breath, even if not to capture it, even if i fail time and time again, even if the camera stays on the seat beside me as it did with the horse, to be in the same world as the horse without the impediment of human language, but rather deeply bruised by the language of horses, bruised so hard i am convinced, shudderingly, of being here in this moment.

***

due to a series of small events i have no ability to process and post photographs any more. this absence is an absence of myself to myself. and is curious. and so i post these words in lieu of photographs.
Posted by erin at 10:29 AM


( // I break horses _________


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intonation vs. cadence

intonation vs. cadence - WordReference Forums: "Cadence" comes from the Latin verb "cadere," meaning "to fall." I would say that a "cadence" specifically names this one kind of intonation, and then by association can mean "intonation in general."

I would also say that "cadence," to me, has a specific musical meaning of "pattern of [usually resolving] chords," and I hear that meaning very strongly when I read the term "cadence" in any context.

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I think "cadence" can be used to refer to pitch in speech as well. The dictionary entry here supports that impression:

cadence /ˈkeɪd^əns/, cadencyn ( pl -dences, -dencies)

• the beat or measure of something rhythmic
• a fall in the pitch of the voice, as at the end of a sentence
• modulation of the voice; intonation
• a rhythm or rhythmic construction in verse or prose; measure
• the close of a musical phrase or section

Let's compare it to the definition of "intonation":

intonation /ˌɪntəʊˈneɪʃən/n

• the sound pattern of phrases and sentences produced by pitch variation in the voice
• the act or manner of intoning
• an intoned, chanted, or monotonous utterance; incantation
• the opening of a piece of plainsong, sung by a soloist
• the capacity to play or sing in tune

Clearly "cadence" is more specifically the kind of intonation that happens at the end of sentences, or any downward
modulation in pitch. "Cadence" comes from the Latin verb "cadere,"
meaning "to fall." I would say that a "cadence" specifically names this
one kind of intonation, and then by association can mean "intonation in general."

I would also say that "cadence," to me, has a specific musical meaning
of "pattern of [usually resolving] chords," and I hear that meaning very
strongly when I read the term "cadence" in any context.

tvz what are you interested in? / maro what are ..? ctry music, tv crit, web ~apps

Google Ads Settings, int.

not bad.  where'd get country music?  posted to dlww re hthwf  but website visited?  "sweetest winds they blow across the south"  ~ small ~ and long ago  .. does this go back to .. 2004  2005  2006

ah probably youtube.  = ggl.  does it?  dlcs is orig ytube guys?  y: AVOS systems  Chad Hurley  *& Steve Chen.  sold Youtube to Google in 2006.   and purchased Delicious from Yahoo in 2011. 

so youtube songs played  ~ maybe > ctry music, folk music.
social bkmrkg sure, dlcs.  tv sure, twop & lot of rvws.   so, web and tv.

Interest	From your activity on
Country Music	Websites
Feed Aggregation & Social Bookmarking	Websites
Folk & Traditional Music	Websites
Local News	Websites
Movies	Websites
Philadelphia	Websites
Social Networks	Websites
TV Comedies	Websites
TV Dramas	Websites
TV Sci-Fi & Fantasy Shows	Websites
TV Shows & Programs	Websites
Web Apps & Online Tools	Websites

*in chrome browser, added (copy paste fr frfx) javascript bkmrks for Post to Dlcs and for Blog this.  good, no problems.  

to-do is use TouchCopy to open / copy bkmrks from phone  (nice if can see title under wh saved the page, not just url.  seems likely not.  but at lst then can click to open page in chrome, post to dlcs and sight-type my title = comment. 

twopj > morningaft.gkw

6/20    Your Guide To This Weekend's Television Happenings: But me, I'll be watching Penny Dreadful lying down, as I do every Sunday, in the hopes it will more easily invade my dreams.