VANITAS : a journal of poetry, writings by artists, criticism, and essays. During its decade of intervention in the public realm, VANITAS came out quasi-annually, serving as a forum for international voices with an emphasis on coming to grips with current world situations. Each issue contained writings by artists whose primary modes were non-literary and featured the work of a visual artist. [www.vanitasmagazine.net]
For the seventh and final issue of VANITAS, we examine the idea of The Self. The work featured in issue 7 tests just how far the self can be stretched, partially as an exercise in self-expression, partially in search of what used to be called experience. Self, not so much in personae as in faces, in the sense the Mods used the term — referring to someone with style, perhaps within a culture of style, but an individual expression of that culture, or perhaps someone who can seemingly invent her own style, just standing there.
This issue features new work by Bruce Andrews, Mary Jo Bang, Anselm Berrigan, Steve Dickison, Danielle Dutton, Tonya Foster, John Godfrey, Robert Hunter, Paolo Javier, Ann Lauterbach, Kimberly Lyons, Dan Machlin, Gerard Malanga, Judith Malina, Filip Marinovich, Harry Matthews, Michael McClure, Anna Moschovakis, Stephen Motika, Jennifer Moxley, Michael Palmer, Aram Saroyan, Lewis Warsh, and many more. Featuring artwork by Diana Michener, Carol Szymanski, Gerard Malanga, Rudy Burckhardt, and Vivien Bittencourt.
7 comments:
a poem in an old coat
does it float?
will it cross a moate?
in the American commonplace: hope
a castle for heliotropes/I once knew a man by the side of the road
and I said the darkness surrounds us and he said: find an eye nye
find an ear
to be clear
I Know a Man
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking...
(R. Creeley)
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"Speech, though it deludes physical force, is incapable of restraint. Its flow is a parody accompanying the stream of consciousness, thought itself, whose unswerving autonomy acquires an aspect of foolishness -- manic foolishness -- once it enters reality in the form of discourse, as if thinking corresponded with reality, when in fact the former is superior to the latter merely by virtue of distance. But this distance is also anguish."
(Theodor Adorno)
Cartesian dispute
lives in a house
of ill-repute
wormwood they used to say
cancer the verbiage now
how about the flash of skin
with which we all begin
"Gotta lose this skin
I'm imprisoned in"
(The Clash)
all right, but that
still leaves the burning
question of the meat
strung across the bones
inside the skin
...strange fires...
The green flash
"the meat strung across the bones
inside the skin"
human moans all next of kin
yours in Christ yr friend said
something to think about since
shortly we will all be dead
I've searched for this flash of
green
this green flash of dreams
a bit of waltz with a momentary
muse
better than the other things
we choose
down by the seaside
the idea: being blessed by
coincidence of optical phenomena
due to refraction and mirage on
a clear horizon, reaffirming your
good luck, your sanctity, your
privileges in poetry
self delusion,cheerleading,
get everything in unison
a little musical spell
from Archie Bell and the Drells
"Don't lighten up tighten up"
Most days I'd rather lighten up
than tighten up.
Virgina slim has sores on her foot,
one day she'll lose it.
Pneumonia took happy girl down.
A pit bull took the life of a little guy.
Her brother died of leukemia,
pneumonia and a heart attack
Flash of Green, the movie, with
Ed Harris and Blair Brown....great
story about human courage and
perfidy
It's harder to tell songs of
innocence than experience and
it is one of the rationals for
rhyming though some poets today
would considerate it almost a sin
re my first comment:a correction
over 40 years ago it was a big
deal for me to meet a one-eyed
man who could see
so through osmosis as well as
everything else
a nye is a flock or brood
what I meant for myself and those
who learned from R.Creeley was
Keep an Eye Nigh
Keep an Ear
To be clear
it's not just poetic advice
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