Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
These and related questions are directly relevant to any discussion of the authority of a sacred text - its orthodox reading versus the "heretical," mystical and creative readings that stand so often in opposition to the institutionally approved readings. Much of my attraction to Henry Corbin stems from his understanding of these dynamics. In any case thinking about Corbin brings all these various threads together.
And in this context its hard to ignore Harold Bloom, who is a big fan of Corbin, and whose books I have long disliked precisely because of and in spite of their arrogant AUTHORITY.
Here are a couple of nice commentaries noted today on Ron Silliman's ever-useful blog:
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
I'm way out ahead of myself on this since I haven't actually read this book - which I am about to order - but I like what has been said about it here and what she says about her work here and here. Surely worth some scrutiny.
Friday, March 21, 2014
I grew up in the 60's and by the time I left home for college the rather large bottom drawer of my dresser was full of back issues of Rolling Stone and Zap! comix and scattered other underground periodicals. Robert Crumb was unavoidable. Sadly they are all long gone - my mother must have found them and thrown them out. Lord knows what she thought. I just watched Zwigoff's documentary
which I just happened upon in the amazon instant video collection. It's both profoundly depressing and strangely uplifting. I'm extremely glad I saw it. You might be too. Or perhaps not. He remains productive and interesting. He even has a website: R Crumb
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
So I am in the middle of my Alice Notley Period and reading Reason & Other Women, slowly and with some astonishment. In a break from the poetry, while riding the bus to Boston, I was reading her essay on Ron Padgett in Coming After. I thought "this guy sounds pretty cool & I've never heard of him" ... The next day we were in the Trident Bookstore on Newbury Street and there he was:
So I took a look inside. Though there is much here that puzzles me, it all works on me somehow & I have to second these remarks by Anne Waldman:
If you have any doubt, get inside the book on amazon here, get to the table of contents and find pg 114 - Ode to Stupidity and read THAT! I am reading the whole book straight through - making more blue skies in my life as i go...
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Like Critchley, I was profoundly affected by The Ascent of Man. I was 21 in 1973. I saw the whole series and loved it. I will never forget watching Episode 11. It has remained seared in my soul ever since. There's a quote from this segment in one of my books. I am very glad to see Bronowski brought to the front page of the New York Times for a new generation.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
I haven't (yet) actually read Bruce Andrews, but this piece by Rasula helped me quite a bit in my disorganized and sporadic attempts to figure out what has been going on in avant garde American poetry for the last several decades. So, worth noting... And as an erstwhile student of dynamical systems theories I like Rasula's appeal to those metaphors... such appeals are often not useful - here I think it works.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
some things i have been paying attention to lately-
which led to this
both of which seemed to me worth engaging with - &
both by Juliana Spahr (and others), an editor of Chain Links
the publisher of The Empire of Neomemory
which I had just read a couple weeks ago because of Rothenberg,
pointed to by Joris
Friday, January 10, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
"It's strange to me, but clear to me, that I can give my attention only to something not worthy of it. Because everything worthy of my attention makes me inattentive - doubly so: first, because it stuns me, and second because it gives rise to reflections that distract me from observing it in detail. But I am happy with this trait of mine, and would not want to live otherwise." - Boris Pasternak, 1928, Letter to Vsevolod Meyerhold.