San Diego Poetry Guild

notes on guild, poetry, and San Diego

11.04.2003

[SAN] Interloper, divine order... the importance of being honest... first impulse: to writing, as relaxation... focus, attention, pulse, prayer... in her lap, portable DVD player, headphones... newspapers - popular isolationism... shoulder pack: "INDEPENDENT"... the shapes of conversation, wash, hum... sun's out... human beings operate on the model of frontal assault (leaning into)... claim San Diego, but what? where?... desperately: an outsider perspective... the use of "surreal" to describe anything out of the ordinary (odd, or exciting, jolting) or disturbing, not normal or otherwise describable - itself a surreal use of language... writing as an appeal to better feeling... Stein: if it can be done why do it?... reading both quells (nerves) and excites (passions)... becomes (this) the "tao of record"... talking into her hand but there's a cell phone in it... [DFW] Beth Anderson The Domain of Inquiry - time filling up - a view on (something) - Query (recto) comment (verso) - "a new noise / hunts for a form"... going away opens up a space in which one can place a perspective... Mount Soledad (Harry P.): sartorial, hyperborean, truncheons... reading English as a foreign language...inanition... WALLLLLL (flush, flood, fence, bucket, canyon, maw, sea, lake, crate, tank) of language... felix culpa... soft forward push or lean as plane brakes in air, speed drawn back under wings... poetry as (tele)communication... The Crisis of Islam across the isle... the writer being ready to read the rhythms of language happening... refusing to budge her pudgy arm... ginger ale without any real ginger in it... Stein's empty apartment in photo in book found in "free" box at library when dropping off video second day of fires... thus a methodological distinction between "scrap/design" and "jot/scratch"... more perplexing: what readings result from a skimmer's approach ?... [NYC] hits & stats... French over Italian food... consecutive years (minimum four) required to start a movement... potential absorption back into generic web space... poems "articulate his perception"... with its system of islands, bays, and waterways, New York is not unlike San Diego, from a few thousand feet at least, and lingering embarrassment even after admitting the comparison does not hold after landing... my face, she said, is a little "pale" tonight... cooler, sun... séance, sustained... restless nativity, the busy frantic clutch/draw/hurt of positioning and influence... Subpress pr be us Ss... certain advantages to being elsewhere... mystic peace (abides)... Bruised Anvils does/does not equal Jewel's Birthstone... the coming, then going, of bundled egos - deep mechanical swank of urban infrastructure... great brick wall of poetry... possible solutions to the problem of repetition: (1) change orientation, (2) plagiarize freely (w/o citation), (3) form a band and travel... author sheep... blog on the Mexican model... new economies of distribution - knowing this, how can you quarrel?... funny, who ends up hearing what... echoes, not outright copying (which is cheating)... why I am a writer and not a pitcher... "the game within daily life"... [LGD] fatiqued, i spy a teenager in fatigues... reading and atomism... chief advantage of a slow pace: good editing... [DFW] a leap but a ton of language not a tongue, or songs that sometimes taper, a tanker of noise (follow along, fall in & under)... poetry connives to know something and then proves a reckless and short-lived somnambulism... abstract doodlism, hedonastic cartoony nihilism, grotesquery... how two (a couple) will bear what's wrong with their bearing... i simply don't want to reach into a thing called the unconscious, nor believe that time will shift my allegiances - would rather skim casual surfaces and dip when the day is done back into the - trouble with poetry is always the lump of payoff... design is not required, but an added element... obsession is okay... waste is not, unless it's the good waste that comes back to make something, but you can never tell until the deed is done... the seem of the scene means seemly in the seen... poetry = practice + persistence... writing makes time go faster... over passing clouds the little campfire towns below flutter and flow by like amber rivers... from "frothy ectocatharsis" to "programmable punchline"... my MFA did this to me... proves what horrors fume in a vacuum... to regret a suckling fun, that, and just as boring in the replay... old wine, new bottles (my life +)... sdpg_image_new.jpg... the bad luck, obviously, of doing a group thing that does one thing, that is (just) itself - is what you make of it, literally - and nothing is the first option [SAN]

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