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gender & appropriated cinema
Lynn Behrendt’s Luminous Flux
I just got this book in the mail and am completely utterly floored by it. It absolutely pulsates. I don’t know how one could get it if one wanted it but maybe Lynn can tell us. Lynn?
Anyway, just read it. If you need me to give you fancy reasons in fancy words to convince you, I could do that, but mainly what I am saying is, just read it.
p.s. looking at it again, I note that I have #4 in an edition of 20. An edition of 20????Oh, poetry, you break my heart.
Pastiche-tastic!
taking stock
I lost eighteen pounds this year (from marshmallow to cheesecake?).
December 17, 2008
December 17, 2009
Juliana:
answer to December 14: no, I don’t think so, though some would disagree with me
response to December 15 (you have no comments field :-(): yes, I just read this book too, Sunday, to be exact, and I identified too, and I have the same question, “what do we do with confessionalism right now?” Indeed.
Compassion, composition
Chris Kraus, in an interview in Tarpaulin Sky:
I’ve never seen compassion as an abstract noun. If you accept that we’re all composed largely of other people we’ve known, then compassion becomes a form of self-love. Compassion, composition. Awkwardness and grace live side by side.
lines from some recent readings
napkin sketch by Gary Sullivan
Lines from some recent readings that make me grateful to be on the planet:
Cori Copp
I’m a beloved toucan
but I want night, deep ambrosial night, with one face
essay pants
intensify your scared mumble
art history, blood, lentils
Ariana Reines
sir, this pale milk of light I am pouring over you now
the man comes to me with a brown owl
the moist fur at the center of the earth
the perfect navel of my artifice
looking at haunches, I have a source of light
Eugene Ostashevsky
the admittedly metaphorical organ of memory
between the starry sky and the categorical imperative
shiver me timbers what am I doing in the sea anyway
MacGregor Card
le soleil and le police dog
Easier said than done when someone puts the dogface on your buddy
our teeth soak on their own
The habitat’s a fine place to be
Danny Snelson
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
I’m not going to do anything with the wagon
(cont.)
Alan Bernheimer
I never know what to do in the presence of heartbreak
the hegemony of baritones
melancholy is the new irony
sleep depravity or political prawns
every queen loves a lobster with the nerve to kill time
Katie!
Pierre Joris asks: Keats – killed by a review?
