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Anew No Poetry For U: The Real Outside
Much of the original format of this small, dessicated sack of Internet consisted of a stringing of interesting articles, poems, images, and flicks that I encountered or wanted to store in hard memory--what I really want to do is write a more formal organum based on my former material, mainly a collection of odds (with no ends) in the world of outsider art, literature, and experience with some of my commentary. That is, my main interest encompasses people who are creating interesting material even though they are outside the margins of art or society. These include: ()the mentally ill, the ()cognitively different, ()convicts and prisoners, ()folk or naive artist, and to a smaller degree the ()politically shunned (feminists, eco-activists, etc): including artists who were inspired by the works and ideas of outsiders (de-focusing painting, since it is so widespread).
I will slowly and methodically extinct the former material which does not mesh once this white corner of Internet mulch is replaced by a more harmonic repertoire of nick-knacks, a collection of jars.
Consider this "Under Construction" noisy, obstructive, and soon to be polished.
The best way to navigate through this material is to select a topic or tag and view the elements contained within. You can also relax and simply click on the "next" button at the end of the featured post.
I will slowly and methodically extinct the former material which does not mesh once this white corner of Internet mulch is replaced by a more harmonic repertoire of nick-knacks, a collection of jars.
Consider this "Under Construction" noisy, obstructive, and soon to be polished.
The best way to navigate through this material is to select a topic or tag and view the elements contained within. You can also relax and simply click on the "next" button at the end of the featured post.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
I AM NOT A NATIVE OF THIS PLACE
I AM NOT A NATIVE OF THIS PLACE
by Jerome Rothenberg
I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.)
nor yet a stranger.
With the rst of you
I hunt for shade
my boots half off
to let the air through.
My head is on my shoulders
& is real.
I plant cucumbers
twice a year
& count the bounty.
Often I read
the papers
standing.
I am clean & pure.
I carry buckets
from the pond
more than my arms can bear.
Under a full moon
fish appear
like flies in amber.
The words of foreigners
invade my thoughts.
The hungry hordes
surround me
wailing through their beards.
My fingers tingle
feigning speech.
I havea a feeling
that my tongue
speaks words
because my throat
keeps burning.
******
Rothenberg took part in collecting poetry from various cultures and amplified our knowledge of cross-cultural techniques and variations. His approach was coined ethnopoetics.
Visit his book that samples tribal poetry from different parts of the world:
Technicians of the Sacred
by Jerome Rothenberg
I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.)
nor yet a stranger.
With the rst of you
I hunt for shade
my boots half off
to let the air through.
My head is on my shoulders
& is real.
I plant cucumbers
twice a year
& count the bounty.
Often I read
the papers
standing.
I am clean & pure.
I carry buckets
from the pond
more than my arms can bear.
Under a full moon
fish appear
like flies in amber.
The words of foreigners
invade my thoughts.
The hungry hordes
surround me
wailing through their beards.
My fingers tingle
feigning speech.
I havea a feeling
that my tongue
speaks words
because my throat
keeps burning.
******
Rothenberg took part in collecting poetry from various cultures and amplified our knowledge of cross-cultural techniques and variations. His approach was coined ethnopoetics.
Visit his book that samples tribal poetry from different parts of the world:
Technicians of the Sacred
Friday, June 25, 2010
Alice Chess
1. Nf3 d5 2. d4 e6 3. e3 Nf6 4. Bb5+ Ke7 haha interesting 5. Bg5 Qd6 6. Bf4 Qb4 7. a4 Bg4 8. Qxg4 Qxd4 9. O-O Ne4 10. Na3 Bc5 11. Rfd1 Qxf2+ 12. Kh1 Nf6 13. Qxg7+ Kd8 14. Qxf6+ Kc8 15. Qxh8#
ALICE CHESS: Player moves across two boards. After each move, the moving piece is transposed to the corresponding square on the opposite board.
_Alice_ vs. Rael_X
1) Nf3 d5
2) d4 e6
3) e3 Nf6
4) Bb5+ Ke7 haha interesting
5) Bg5 Qd6
6) Bf4 Qb4
7) a4 Bg4
8) Qxg4 Qxd4
9) O-O Ne4
10) Na3 Bc5
11) Rfd1 Qxf2+
12) Kh1 Nf6
13) Qxg7+ Kd8
14) Qxf6+ Kc8
15) Qxh8############## White Wins
This was a very tender game between Rael Bischoff. and I from a couple of years ago. Rael is Canadian chess player and poet extraordinaire. More chess variants can be played on Scheming Mind.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Henry Darger "Realms of the Unreal"
Sunday, June 13, 2010
This Room by Ashbery
This Room
by John Ashbery
The room I entered was a dream of this room.
Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine.
The oval portrait
of a dog was me at an early age.
Something shimmers, something is hushed up.
We had macaroni for lunch every day
except Sunday, when a small quail was induced
to be served to us. Why do I tell you these things?
You are not even here.
by John Ashbery
The room I entered was a dream of this room.
Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine.
The oval portrait
of a dog was me at an early age.
Something shimmers, something is hushed up.
We had macaroni for lunch every day
except Sunday, when a small quail was induced
to be served to us. Why do I tell you these things?
You are not even here.
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