Ie, to wipe away the scrim of reality-as-thought and make the words the thing itself? (Yo, JtN, guess who else I've been reading: Francis Ponge - tho I don't think he achieves it but I get the feeling that's what he's trying.)
Yeh, I know its impossible (is it?) but.
― Cozen (Cozen), Friday, 28 February 2003 12:41 (twenty-three years ago)
― Cozen (Cozen), Friday, 28 February 2003 12:45 (twenty-three years ago)
― the pinefox, Thursday, 24 April 2003 11:36 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Thursday, 24 April 2003 11:39 (twenty-three years ago)
Heh heh, must stop saying this, having discovered that Handsome Soundartist's grandfather was actually quite An Important Poet.
― kate, Thursday, 24 April 2003 12:03 (twenty-three years ago)
― RJG (RJG), Thursday, 24 April 2003 12:14 (twenty-three years ago)
it was met with incomplete opposition. I wish it had been another way.
― RJG (RJG), Thursday, 24 April 2003 12:15 (twenty-three years ago)
Poetry is a more insidious evil than even Indie Rock. Possibly because even more people think that they can write it, and an even smaller percentage of them are actually any GOOD at it.
― kate, Thursday, 24 April 2003 12:17 (twenty-three years ago)
Do you believe in poets? I’m not sure I do anymore, just poems maybe. A poem is a self contained universe whose fabric has glitched emitting a little ray out: the poem. The poem can be a little town, say, twinned with a lazy town in Medoc, France, people with spongy gums and skeet shooters could live there. But not the poet. Unfortunately, it’s impossible to not let a little of you escape into the poem: the smallest clinch of ego. The trick is to cut the ego down, create some perverse scheme of rhyme or meter, (render this invisible mind, no-one wants to be Yeats: “Why do you stop for so long at the end of each line, when reading, W.B.?” “Because I want them to hear how much work I’ve put in”. It is disgusting how much work you’ve put in.)
― Cozen (Cozen), Thursday, 24 April 2003 13:18 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris P (Chris P), Thursday, 24 April 2003 17:19 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Thursday, 24 April 2003 17:28 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris P (Chris P), Thursday, 24 April 2003 17:45 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Thursday, 24 April 2003 18:06 (twenty-three years ago)
― RJG (RJG), Thursday, 24 April 2003 18:10 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate (suzy), Thursday, 24 April 2003 18:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris P (Chris P), Thursday, 24 April 2003 18:23 (twenty-three years ago)
― the pinefox, Thursday, 24 April 2003 20:26 (twenty-three years ago)
― RJG (RJG), Thursday, 24 April 2003 20:38 (twenty-three years ago)
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In a sense yes, but they're not her poems they just come through her. Taking a proprietal attitude to the poet-poem axis is, I think, incorrect.
― Cozen (Cozen), Saturday, 26 April 2003 12:09 (twenty-three years ago)
― the pinefox, Saturday, 26 April 2003 15:26 (twenty-three years ago)
― Cozen (Cozen), Saturday, 26 April 2003 15:31 (twenty-three years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Saturday, 26 April 2003 15:39 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris P (Chris P), Saturday, 26 April 2003 15:57 (twenty-three years ago)
― thom west (thom w), Saturday, 26 April 2003 16:44 (twenty-three years ago)
― Rockist Scientist, Saturday, 26 April 2003 16:48 (twenty-three years ago)
wordsworth sort of says in the preface to the lyrical ballads that he's trying to make the mundane mundane-in-an-interesting-way but then he starts going on about cows and farms and shit and i lose interest
― thom west (thom w), Sunday, 23 November 2003 01:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Sunday, 23 November 2003 03:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― thom west (thom w), Sunday, 23 November 2003 04:43 (twenty-two years ago)
― - (maryann), Sunday, 23 November 2003 05:34 (twenty-two years ago)
As for manipulating the reader, is there any for of communication this doesn't occur in? I think there's intent behind every expression. You should be trying to control the reader. The trick is not to let them see you doing it.
― bnw (bnw), Sunday, 23 November 2003 07:16 (twenty-two years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Sunday, 23 November 2003 07:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Sunday, 23 November 2003 08:16 (twenty-two years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Sunday, 23 November 2003 09:32 (twenty-two years ago)
At Xanadu did Kubla KahnMake a lovely cup of tea
Making the mundane mundane is what Big Brother is for.
― Johnney B (Johnney B), Sunday, 23 November 2003 11:40 (twenty-two years ago)
― thom west (thom w), Sunday, 23 November 2003 22:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― thom west (thom w), Sunday, 23 November 2003 22:38 (twenty-two years ago)