Friday, September 26, 2014

"A body is the withdrawal from self that relates a self to itself as it exposes the world.  My body is not just my skin turned toward the outside; it is already itself my outside,the outside in me and for me--opposed by me to myself in order to distinguish me from unity.  A stranger to others and first of all to this other that I become thanks to it. Where am I?  In my foot, my hand, my genitals, my ear? Where am I in this face, these traits, traces, eccentricities, tremblings?  Who am I on the contours of this mouth that says 'I'?"

--Jean-Luc Nancy, from Corpus II: Writings on Sexuality

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

This past weekend I received an email from Jean Vengua.  She's starting a new online journal devoted to art and literature.  It's called Local Nomad.  The first issue is on the theme of Migration.

Jean asked if I would submit something.  I wanted to but wasn't sure I had anything interesting in me to say on this theme.

I read Jean's email  fairly late at night, just before bedtime. So, before I went to bed, I looked up "migration" in the dictionary.

I woke up in the morning with a six line poem ( a double hay(na)ku) rattling fully formed in my head.

Jean accepted the poem and wrote that she loved that it appeared in the migration between sleep and waking!


Appearances is an ungainly machine of improbable devolving beauty.  It's never not in the mix for me.


"There is neither unity nor multiplicity.  There is the one and the other, the one to the other, the one beside the other between the one and the other."

Jean-Luc Nancy, from Corpus II: Writings on Sexuality (Fordham University Press, 2013)


Friday, September 5, 2014

I enjoyed this Zizek passage at Ecology Without Nature.
Out late last night.  My friend Branton and I caught a Wilco concert at the Akron Civic Theater. It was fabulous.  I arrived home tired but wired and inspired, guitars and lyrics clattering in my old head.  Branton and I were outliers.  Most of the audience was 20- and 30-somethings.  I feel like I'm sleep walking today, but it was a great, great night.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Trying to learn music at times impedes my ability to enjoy hearing it.


Floor and ceiling fans are holding humidity at bay.


I'm wrestling with Appearances and thinking through a friend's selected essay manuscript


I woke up in the middle of last night wondering if I had just ventrilloquized a fart.


Poetry is always going to be a problem for those that care about it.


Monday, September 1, 2014

Lately I have been writing blog material which I delete instead of posting.