he walks alone through most walks of life.
"...the cognitive activity of the real live individual is largely devoted to building the culture, patching it here, trimming it there, according to the exigencies of the day. In his very negotiating activity, each is forcing culture down the throats of his fellow-men. When individuals transact, their medium of exchange is in units of culture."
-Mary Douglas, In the Active Voice
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The joy of writing.
The power of preserving.
Revenge of a mortal hand.
-Wislawa Szymborska, "The Joy of Writing"
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I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with a rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
-Billy Collins, "Introduction to Poetry"
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Frank O'Hara's "Why I am not a Painter"
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Galway Kinnell's Oatmeal poem
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Mikhail Bakhtin continues to be superimportant. I have a feeling I'm going to eventually, inevitably reject Kenneth Burke's bit, the dramatism. Maybe...
/
Osip Mandelstam
/
sloe-eyed again
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why i have to find work beyond francesca woodman, she came up all over again, in my own morning
/
poole, lines about ovaltine and "sad girl happy boy" and "it's my favorite show" but get over it, yep do
-Mary Douglas, In the Active Voice
/
The joy of writing.
The power of preserving.
Revenge of a mortal hand.
-Wislawa Szymborska, "The Joy of Writing"
/
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with a rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
-Billy Collins, "Introduction to Poetry"
/
Frank O'Hara's "Why I am not a Painter"
/
Galway Kinnell's Oatmeal poem
/
Mikhail Bakhtin continues to be superimportant. I have a feeling I'm going to eventually, inevitably reject Kenneth Burke's bit, the dramatism. Maybe...
/
Osip Mandelstam
/
sloe-eyed again
/
why i have to find work beyond francesca woodman, she came up all over again, in my own morning
/
poole, lines about ovaltine and "sad girl happy boy" and "it's my favorite show" but get over it, yep do