Went through a period in the mountains, living in Sierra Nevada mountains near my brother, of shutting off language so I could watch what visuals occurred in wake of silence without interruption of language. Had to work hard at it.
I do a search for every descriptive word end of day. If necessary go over to the oxford, searching down etymology, that allows me to dig up stuff to play out on a word. If I think word might be confusing, I build around it.
Wish I had my own license to Oxford Dictionary… if I did I would surely use more. Etymology stuff online nowhere near as good as translation or thesauruses.
Reading dictionaries because I was jobless and my job was living on a boat reading dictionaries.
Using the math bit, is a tickle with Pynch and Foster-Wallace. Yes. Why the fuck not. Using basic math. Wallace kills it for set up through Wittgers curiosity and his midwestern openness to explanation.
Starts then ready made, and we can converse through the Cioran…
Ellen wants me for a radio show. But I am afraid I’ll start coughing. I am not one who studied voice. Comedy and a script and prerecorded. Tho I would like to do a chop chop of poets who exist here.
I am going to ask for usage of certain poems already written. And using it I can play with artwork, and new set ups on Substack which I like. See how far I can take it.
YES it will get into negatives. And politics. Yes it will.
Possession is a dispossession. Just showed up. Hat upside down on bed with angelic piss in it. Beauty is a char in Genet.
Different kind of acceptance. About “just doing it.” Stole like the mole. Nervous makes me do things that are ridiculous. Somehow that was inherited, its in the blood.
Pun fun. Is part of what nonsense is, nonsense rhymes are puns. There’s an element of it that turns on itself. And battles with zeno. Sense in nonsense, is a release through jest. At least partially. However contaminated.
In Cioran? No not in Cioran. Doesnt exist there. He is NOT a rhyme roller different place in language.
Cervantes. I have a war that ravages the pixies between Dantes sacred and Cervantes absurd.
Language comes under attack, during constant research. Including rhymes and puns. Puns in Joyce are what finnegans wake is, its funny sad bewitched horny downright dotty and batty and fatty, with extenuations coming through the syllables…
Bodily functions and beckett… I know its in there, chair and all…. I was sent a site to submit a paper on it?
I have to let the freak play against itself, or the hatred eats up Leibniz metaphysics. And I dont want that.
Got a very nice rejection letter.
So instead, concede and defeat? No its not defeated. Its a spread now. Continuity has created it. Its taking on the spectrum thing Z informed me that I was after. Called it to my attention. It was already there in use of word spectrum.
Newton. And Blake. To my mind those two are similar, they go their own way in being possessed by their work, between them, there is for me, a strongly shared cross connection, between science and religion. But then I got Blake thru SM, alchemy and religion.
So go ahead accuse me that I let the language write it. Poetry is monstrous. Poetry stakes out its freedom.
Still working on poems every week too. Editing down, tightening. Clarifying endings.