After reading via Skype at the Amsterdam poetry venue Perdu last fall, for a thematic program based on the formal idea of “parataxis,” I wanted to return and present my work in person. I was able to arrange a reading through Samuel Vriezen and Frank Keizer, which due to the renovations undergoing at Perdu, would take place at the Lloyd Hotel, booked as “the world’s first 1-5 star hotel.” The hotel itself has a history and design idea, recounted here.
Entries tagged with poetry
August 5, 2013
August 6, 2011
Planisphere, by John Ashbery. New York: HarperCollins/Ecco Press, 2009.
There is one poem in Planisphere I would love to have written. I see it as an apogee of Ashbery’s art, toward which all combinations of rhetoric and slippage, on their elliptical path, tend. This is language art at its finest. I’ll leave it at that:
You don’t see so much of these anymore,
not see so much of this. There were others
who saw more. Innocence is cool,
he offered. Now not so much.
Innocence is the finish. Through all our
wide day it stressed. It was foolish to argue,
idle to come undone. The post arrived.
It all failed. All failed somewhere. 
August 29, 2010
I Met (Millay)
5–25 August 2010
Millay Colony for the Arts
Austerlitz, New York
(after On Kawara)
January 26, 2010
Stephen Vincent, in response to my entry on Sylvia Plath [Entry 06: “Sylvia Plath’s Collage”], sent a poem by little-known California poet Laura Ulewicz. Ulewicz, who was born in Detroit, spent the early 60s in the U.K., where she met Plath, returned to San Francisco in the late 60s, then lived in Locke, Calif., where she died in 2007. Vincent is editing a selection of her work. His note follows the first section of the poem (which is set in Detroit). Of particular interest to me is the narrative/sentence interface, between confessionalism and the New Sentence:
from Nightmares to Be Born
Elizabeth Barrett hunched up in a book
While the foxes in my head ran round a tree
The foxes in my head ran round a tree
Under the ether. The nurses joked together,
“Freud at five.” Everyone (my father
And mother) disapproved. Baba, I cried
Because they’d bury the foxes that were so happy.
I hid the foxes alive inside my crying.
The Brontë sisters—But my own real friends.
Detroit a sex machine. Joey
And I, thirteen, peddling into Duns Scotus.*
Trees. Sanctuary for birds, God.
But then she was racing, racing. The boys put a stick
In my spokes. Falling I hit them. Hit them old
As the naked man in the basement who pumped his head
And lied. Oh, if I should grow up Beatrice.
January 25, 2010
Morning turns inside out. The engine
is diseased, as it floats along
approximate ice. High contrast
geometry of persons straightens out from
meandering road. Desperate focus
never looks back. Progress makes possible
a paralyzed attendant, set apart
an end to himself (moral noise).
—Frame: 1971–1990 (Sun & Moon, 1997), 13
Avenue Poupelard in the center of this devastated city pulses with life and reeks of death almost two weeks after the earthquake. Before what Haitians call “the event,” it was a chaotically bustling street of lottery kiosks and cybercafes, gated homes and shacks, churches and schools. Now, a coffin maker spends the day hammering wood as fast as he can get it, while the body of a 6-year-old boy decomposes in the ruins of a school. … More
January 5, 2010
A direct citation of my poem “Complete Thought,” without permission or credit (by “permission” I mean some form of notice or request) could be found (until I posted the link), at: http://withhiddennoise.net. It has since disappeared; I would be happy to have the poem online, but just with some credit and communication.
A direct citation with permission (accompanying translation into Dutch in the print journal Parmentier):
The second meets the “alterity” test of my previous post. In the first instance, it was not clear whether this was an extract or the whole poem (twenty-five of fifty sections were printed), nor where the complete poem could be obtained. There are also at least two parodic rewrites of “Complete Thought”: one by Lisa Jarnot, “Complete Hog,” Night Scenes (Flood Editions, 2008); and a second in an ephemeral chapbook which I will post when I find it.