started reading "Miss Macn'intosh, My Darling," Marguerite Young's 1300 page midwestern metaphysical opium dream walkabout with sentences longer than Walt Whitman's poetry (all of it) and descriptions ranging from lengthy to encyclopedic and encyclopedic it is as Young ambles leisurely though associations, metaphor, images, relations and contrasts and to be honest we start on a bus and its only a few pages later and i dont know if the bus is still there or not
i just remembered i dreamt once meeting a woman in the morning and then other stuff and then again later and she apparently the whole day was bothered that i said i didnt like David Hume because thats who she was doing her PhD on and then proceeded to tell me why Hume is worthwhile
meanwhile back in reality i havent read Hume yet and i want to so what the hell am i trying to tell myself here
Don Quixote Criticism
Auerbach also rides hard on DQ's madness to the point of invalidating anything that happens in the novel to be of DQ's actual design or influence. That is, the events in the inn where at least three couples are reconsiled and lots of people are made legitimately happier due to DQ, none of that matters. Nor is DQ's standing up for Marcela (who recall, already spoke up for herself eloquently) against the fuckboy shepherds meaningful.
No Auerbach. You are wrong.
Don Quixote Criticism
Reading through Erich Auerbach's essay 'The Enchanted Dulcinea' and noting every time i disagree with him. E.g.
"To find anything serious, or a concealed deeper meaning in this scene, one must violently overinterpret it"
BRUH you just spent 8 pages interpreting AFTER 2 pages fully quoting the scene.
everything else is weird vestigial 1953 modern criticism that believes its tone to be objectively correct and better.
What I Read: We Have Always Lived In The Castle, by Shirley Jackson
What I Expected: Spooky-but-not-really Americana that's almost YA or Horror genre (it was in the horror section when i bought it).
What I Got: REALLY INTENSE PTSD-HEAVY PLOT, HELLA DEVELOPED CHARACTERS, FEMINIST CRITIQUES, EVERYTHING IS SAD ALWAYS, TERRIBLE REALITIES, LITERAL TEARS
holy fuck what a novel. ive heard tell that some folk say this is their favorite and i believe it. its so upsetting but good
modern anglophones who slant rhyme "move/prove" with "love"
slant rhymes in general. just an excuse for not being able to rhyme "love" anymore. vowel shifts happen. deal with it or ill assume a poor late-middle english accent for your excuse of a rhyme (looking at you, Auden)
also anybody who sings "hallelujah" but pronounce the preceeding "ya" as "you". thats a real trash move and you should be ashamed.
probably my favorite part of a hefty text is when the author/translator sneaks in a bit of comedy, particularly a jab at the very thing being discussed, e.g. the occasional end note in Ciardi's translation of Dante where Ciardi mentions Virgil's "famous tact"; or fn 6, ch 4.1.1 of SICP (the "wizard book") where the authors state "... Contemplation of the meaning of 'true?' here yields expansion of consciousness without abuse of substance"
I had a dream that I was/was-watching Rae Armantrout (but since I dont know what she looks like it was the body and face of Maggie Nelson [author: Bluets]) who was going into the woods to live with and/or interview some guy who had a dog. Its winter time and his basement floods above the waist (but everything was already out) and im him and the water is very cold and he looks out the half window and tells Rae/Maggie/also-me and he/I turns back and the dog is no longer swimming in the cold water.
#poetry, found poem, notes for a section of constrained poems, using the constraint.
muon, "Dig In!"
go up, only void
in void vim in unlonging
big pulls in, no.. um
owow, oowooww ooomm ommmuuus
muon, go, go, go down
undo, mini low
glib songs sung
by job, my job biology, log
linin, dun. muslin, dun.
will: no no no no no. Dun: I
muon do gun, puny sun, no sun, no son, no, son.
constrained writing, #oulipo, #poetry, writing lipograms on unix
I wrote a quickndirty lexer to solve what I wanted (see previous toots). Source (temporarily) here: https://hastebin.com/mecigalilu
For any poem then, if it is a text file named e.g. "poem.txt" it can be lipogramm'd by prepending these lines at the start of the file
The program will then happily destroy any words containing forbidden letters. Easier to write than I expected, I guess. Will probably extend it somehow.
I write poems mostly
because I hate mowing
the lawn or shovelling
snow and so I never learned
how to build character.