Monthly Archives: February 2012

Rolling Camera Inside Sound

Another anti-capitalist poem.

So You Think You Can Death

‘For if the Idea of Beauty appears only in dispersed form among many works, each one nevertheless aims uncompromisingly to express the whole of beauty, claims it in its singularity and can never admit its dispersal without annulling itself. Beauty, as single, true and liberated from appearance and individuation, manifests itself not in the synthesis of all works, in the unity of the arts and of art, but only as a physical reality: in the downfall of art itself. This downfall is the goal of every work of art, in that it seeks to bring death to all others. That all art aims to end art, is another way of saying the same thing.’   – Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia

‘One cares for the story more than life, more than for oneself. The story is the supreme good. We are the proprietors of hell. The story is the only thing that can be taken away from us. The risk is that our own act of property will be taken away from us. The real hell would be to lose the book of hell, [ . . . ] the work of art, the only thing not disfigured, that is all of humankind. Save my book, take my life.’   — Hélène Cixous, Volleys of Humanities (Cornell University, September 21st 2011)

‘I’ve never found (except in the depressing “literary scene” sense) poetry to be a competition. Don’t you, if you find someone’s work interesting, recommend it to your friends? Organic (or perhaps now viral) growth. There’s no tape you break after which you can relax. When we were doing Goliard Press we sold (not immediately) between 400 and 700 copies of each book. At that time the “real” publishers printed at most 250 copies. But we were the “small press”. I always remember something Val said around that time: “It seems to me fame is just a load of arseholes thinking you’re all right.” ’  — Tom Raworth, Misosensitive

view from bedroom window

view from bedroom window

bit of Main Street, Vancouver

better-than-most-billboards

New poem, ‘Cuteness is a Landscape’, at Intercapillary Space.