nomopoetry

by Daniel A. Nicholls. Poetry, art, and related problems.
Twitter: @nomopoetry.

Oct 15

And here’s the actual playlist.

poetsplaylist:

Michalle Gould’s RESURRECTION PARTY soundtrack



Oct 13
actionbookspress:


Joe Milazzo responded to Johannes’s previous post on kitsch. Milazzo writes, "As aesthetics, kitsch and camp inevitably raise issues of appropriation, power and their relationship to taste: what is tasteful, what is tasteless, how each can be mapped onto axes of high and low culture, and who defines the standards operative in each case. But taste never really debates essences, only visibility. Taste begrudges the existence of certain ‘atrocities,’ just so long as it does not have to be exposed to them. Undoubtedly, for Berryman to discuss his father’s suicide in a very public (if aestheticized) way in The Dream Songs is one of the ways in which the poems push at the boundaries of taste. To have survived his father’s suicide… I sometimes I want to believe that he-who-speaks-of-Mr. Bones—Henry’s friend and interlocutor, as Berryman describes that figure—is his dead father. In any event, the non-dialect language of The Dream Songs does labor at exposing the powerlessness exercised by certain traumatic experiences. Because there is no language for them, only a free-floating desire for form / shape, such experience becomes incredibly opportunistic. It latches on to whatever vocabulary and syntax is plentiful and convenient for its expression. Berryman’s Dream Songs are so multitudinous in their desperation both to offend our sensibilities and to win our sympathies. Simultaneously, even, so that the two become confused. But is this leveling of repugnance and ‘delight’ a productive confusion?”[Click] to continue reading

actionbookspress:

Joe Milazzo responded to Johannes’s previous post on kitsch. Milazzo writes, "As aesthetics, kitsch and camp inevitably raise issues of appropriation, power and their relationship to taste: what is tasteful, what is tasteless, how each can be mapped onto axes of high and low culture, and who defines the standards operative in each case. But taste never really debates essences, only visibility. Taste begrudges the existence of certain ‘atrocities,’ just so long as it does not have to be exposed to them. Undoubtedly, for Berryman to discuss his father’s suicide in a very public (if aestheticized) way in The Dream Songs is one of the ways in which the poems push at the boundaries of taste. To have survived his father’s suicide… I sometimes I want to believe that he-who-speaks-of-Mr. Bones—Henry’s friend and interlocutor, as Berryman describes that figure—is his dead father. In any event, the non-dialect language of The Dream Songs does labor at exposing the powerlessness exercised by certain traumatic experiences. Because there is no language for them, only a free-floating desire for form / shape, such experience becomes incredibly opportunistic. It latches on to whatever vocabulary and syntax is plentiful and convenient for its expression. Berryman’s Dream Songs are so multitudinous in their desperation both to offend our sensibilities and to win our sympathies. Simultaneously, even, so that the two become confused. But is this leveling of repugnance and ‘delight’ a productive confusion?”

[Click] to continue reading

(via francoisluong)


Sep 24
mawbli:

half the night

mawbli:

half the night


Sep 14

erikkwakkel:

Dog prints in medieval chained library

I made this image in the chained library “De Librije” in the Dutch city of Zutphen. Established in 1564, everything about this place is still precisely as it was, including the tiles on the floor. Remarkably, throughout the library there are tiles with a dog’s paw prints. These 450-year-old traces of a large dog come with a local legend. One night, a monk called Jaromir was reading in the library while enjoying a meal of chicken, delivered to him by some nuns. He was not supposed to do this: not only does one not eat in a library, but he was also going through a period of fasting. Then suddenly the devil appeared in the form of a dog, scaring the living daylights out of the monk. The devil ate the chicken and locked the monk inside as a punishment - as devils do. Knowing the story, it’s hard to ignore the prints when admiring the books. 

Pics (top my own): Zutphen, Librije Chained Library. More on the legend on the library’s website, also source for lower pic, here (in Dutch).


Jul 26
“So Narichika was doomed to suffer separation from the sovereign who had made him a favorite, and from the wife and children whom he had never wished to leave even the briefest moment. “Where am I going? I shall never return to the capital, never see my wife and children again. When the Hiei monks brought about my exile that other time, His Majesty recalled me from western Shichijou, unwilling to let me go, but he is not the one who is punishing me now. How can this have happened?” He looked up to the skies, flung himself onto the ground, and wept and lamented, but to no avail.
All too soon, at dawn on the next day, the crew launched the boat. Tears choked Narichika as he journeyed. Short though his future seemed, his dew-like life continued: the white waves rose in the wake, the capital receded gradually into the distance, and the province of exile drew closer as the days accumulated. The sailors brought the craft in to Kojima in Bizen; the warriors deposited their captive in a squalid, brushwood-thatched commoner’s shack. As is the way with islands, mountains rose to the rear, the sea stretched in front, winds sighed through the shore pines, and waves crashed on the beach. There was nothing that did not evoke painful feelings.”
Heike Monogatari, tr. Helen Craig McCullough, (Stanford: Stanford University Press, 1988), pg. 80. (via akeenerheart)

Jul 8
thehonestulsterman:

The third issue of the revitalised Honest Ulsterman is now online at http://humag.co/
It features interviews with the poet and first-ever Belfast laureate Sinead Morrissey, the authors Rob Doyle (‘Here Are the Young Men’) and Jan Carson (‘Malcolm Orange Disappears’), and the poet Moyra Donaldson (‘The Goose Tree’). It also contains features on WG Sebald, Michael Hartnett, William S. Burroughs, Ireland and the First World War, as well as the finest poetry and prose from here and beyond. 

(naturally.)

thehonestulsterman:

The third issue of the revitalised Honest Ulsterman is now online at http://humag.co/

It features interviews with the poet and first-ever Belfast laureate Sinead Morrissey, the authors Rob Doyle (‘Here Are the Young Men’) and Jan Carson (‘Malcolm Orange Disappears’), and the poet Moyra Donaldson (‘The Goose Tree’). It also contains features on WG Sebald, Michael Hartnett, William S. Burroughs, Ireland and the First World War, as well as the finest poetry and prose from here and beyond. 

(naturally.)


Jul 7

“What will sustain you with any difficulty in your art is your love for that art. So if you’re having problems with your art, you’ve got to re-immerse yourself in your love of it … I always tell anyone who’s a writer who’s like “I got a writer’s block” like, fifty novels in a hundred and fifty days. You will be reminded of why you love this shit. You won’t even get to fifty — no, the love will return.

I think part of the problem is that we think that we can muscle through this shit … if you grew up like me, powering through shit was the way we survived. You’re like, I’m two-hundred dollars in debt? I can work thirty-six hours straight. Art doesn’t respond to that. Art does not respond to the whip. Our bodies do, but art isn’t about our bodies. And so you’ve got to move away from the “powering through it,” it isn’t going to work.”

Junot Díaz, on the cure for creative/writer’s “block” (via xaymacans)

startlingly simple, good insight.

(via mensahthomas)


check out these badass gifs from henrique lima over on interrupture. (his personal site is here.)

check out these badass gifs from henrique lima over on interrupture. (his personal site is here.)


Jul 6

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