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As a kind of addendum to my post on Providence, here are some tasty links to check out. They can all – of course – be found on the links section of the site.

Firehouse 13 – If you live in Providence, this seemed to me like a cool venue to check out. Hosts Justin Katko’s The Program event. Make sure you attend on a regular basis.

Justin Katko

Justin edits the Plantarchy publication through Critical Documents. Check em all out.

Also check out Justin’s work at Midway Journal (Reading Palm plus transcript)

On current issue of The Little Magazine (006 – 007 ISSUE)

Justin’s youtube page

Aubade

Aubade is one incarnation of a fascinating look into manipulation of a corporation’s coded viral site at notcelebrity.co.uk. Justin has worked out ways of subverting the URL structure used to create a name in lights. His youtube page has more examples, and there’s a video at http://plantarchy.us/katko/projects/names-in-light/names-in-light.mp4

Cris Cheek

See Cris Cheek’s page at the British Electronic Poetry Centre

Things Not Worth Keeping – or TNWK (collaborative identity with Kirsten Lavers) – a large site of archived work here

THE CHURCH – THE SCHOOL – THE BEER (Plantarchy 3 – see right-hand side of page)

Radio Radio interview with Martin Spinelli at UBU

Angela Veomett

Anglea’s website is a well-maintained archive of work. All of the videos mentioned in my Providence poet can be viewed here. http://www.angelaveomett.com/

Aya Karpinska

Aya, who is currently completing an MFA and teaching the Electronic Writing II class at Brown, has a background in web design, putting her in an interesting position as a digital poet. Her website, containing both digital poetry and an extensive portfolio of web work, can be found at http://www.technekai.com/

See also Aya’s performance of “nobody knows but you” at the epoetry 2007 festival videos archive (scroll about half-way down)

John Cayley

There’s really too much to put here, so be aware that this is hardly a comprehensive list. But a few highlights on the web, and interesting points of departure might be as follows:

John’s home page (the top link will take you through to his practice) http://homepage.mac.com/shadoof/net/

IMPOSITION in the Openned Anthology

Overboard: http://homepage.mac.com/shadoof/net/in/overboard.html with an overview at Dichtung Digital

See also “Writing on Complex Surfaces” also at Dichtung Digital.

Hopefully this is an interesting group of links to check out. But there are many I’ve missed. Please leave some comments expanding on the above if you have any you’d like to contribute.

More content coming soon. I’m aware that my website proper has not adequately represented my work over the past year, and I’m working from scratch to try to have it better designed, easier to update, and easier to browse. Stay tuned.

Well, it’s been a busy couple of weeks, with a couple of freelance bits and pieces it’s been difficult to get stuck into anything else.

So, onward with the end of my first part of Openned Anthology roundup. I’d quite like to go back and write up my thoughts in relation to work by artists I don’t know at all or have never read before, but that will be a bit later, and I think I’ll devote a post per work!

Where was I?

Redell Olsen, from Punk Faun: A Baroque Pastel

I could probably go on for most of this post covering this work in relation to the title alone, which implies some bizarre mix of pop culture (punk), mythology (faun), and classical art and music (baroque, pastel). The title does not appear to be arbitrary. Punk is a notoriously confrontational modern stance, creating dissonance and sticking two fingers up at authoritative notions of proof of craft, of artistic snobbery. Baroque as musical era often created combinations of both harmony and dissonance. Pastel paintings are, by nature of their tools, lent well to merging of colours, but also able to provide stark boundaries depending on pressure.

Punk Faun begins by putting these into motion. Punk becomes verb, actively pulls apart the “oily truth” and producing violent reinterpretations of apparently classical modes. The everyday “nature in excess” undermines spoils of war:

(SHE)
Idyllic shepherd of modern
Man fascinate me your arms
Clasping the dead dailies to us
And call innocence a blush

(HE)
Deskbound eager for evil tastes
Castration rodeo TV
What hurls itself into the mosh?
We want the sting that words¹

“[T]he sting that words” echoes an apparent inversion, “words that sting”, and yet, in context, also sound like a giddy fan of The Police calling for their hero. I suppose what I’m getting at is that the inversions, odd uses of adjectives (for example) in places where one would expect to find verbs, produce historical and semantic juxtapositions and agreements which fuse in relation to the reader’s own interpretation of his/her surrounding popular culture.

Who doesn’t know someone who has failed “graceful on fat-free”?²

And yet, the mention of a C-130 Hercules – a mammoth aircraft – implies at once the size of the craft and its weight along with its apparent grace in flight, yet also provokes a vulgar metaphor for the person who failed on fat-free.

The work is full of baroque echoes, literally even, as the homophonic “go bar rock” recontextualises the title’s classical references in terms of its Punk alter-anti-ego.

The second half of this excerpt presents a list of seemingly disparate items, objects, abstract imagery and notion. Contrasts are brought into a level playing field through the consistency of the form. Yet, again, such apparent resolution is not completed, not just because the focal point and the TYPE of focal point in each line moves around so quickly, but because the descriptions themselves are “of”, already small parts of a greater whole without which no original context can be drawn. It’s a dada-esque paradox – a textual grid montage which calls attention to the absence of nonetheless implied origins. The things described are either introduced in terms of an absent object (such as a photograph), a medium through which realisation becomes possible – or they simply ‘are of’, constructed by that which they apparently describe, and therefore point toward a larger absence.

I need safety pins for my eyes.

Graeme Estry, CHAD, PUDS, RAT and SNOOPY

I’d read some of Graeme’s original shaped texts (were these from the same project, Graeme?) and what struck me instantly was the striking form of the texts. Spewing, awkwardly stacked, forced into boxes, leaking – pretty much any violent, libidinal or excretal force you could imagine, used to present the text.

It’s a good case for the form being integral to the content, since it seems essential to the barrage and excess of linguistic stuff (actual words, y’all) and the images and senses they evoke (imagery, sir, imagery. Would you like a doggy bag?).

These texts seem on the surface to be obviously absurd (and this is something I think Graeme is using powerfully in the texts) given their combinations. That said, I think there is far more to the texts than surface humour, and this is achieved through the sheer abundance of text, with phrases and words forced together to create a kind of continuity of discontinuity, the jarring form of the lines resisting comfortable scanning:

There are moments of thought collection in these texts, and although these produce diverse and grating meanings in their jarring metaphors, they nonetheless offer a momentum which is quickly staggered once more.

Rhythm, neologisms and combinatory / separated phrasal units create a tension between the visual and the oral/aural reading, with homophonic continuations doubling up phrasal possibilities within syllabic singularities:

(Click to enlarge. My highlighting.)

Yes, even with all this text, it’s denser than haggis. And meaty haggis at that.

Ok, that pretty much rounds up my Anthology posts for now. I plan to come back to Kai’s work, and revisit the Anthology in general, but all in good time.

I’m also meeting up with an old friend from university tonight, for just under two weeks. We’re going to the Grand Canyon and to Vegas, amongst other things (including Mexican dinners). For this reason, my posting may become even more sporadic than usual. I already have a backlog of post content to write up, including details of an exciting evening at the roller derby. I guess I ought to sleep less.

Toodle pip

J

1. Anthology, p. 109 [↩]
2. Anthology, p. 110 [↩]

Albert Pellicer, Selections from THE DOT ON A CAPITAL I
“The fumigation of La Luna on July 17th 2004″

Albert’s work in the anthology hits me with two phrases from the text itself, which seem to get at what the text is doing. It appears to be “interrogating objects”¹ and in doing so highlight a sense of the “axiomatic”² relationship we have with language. The application of such an interrogation makes the poem’s content (it certainly uses the language of discussion around the fumigation in 2004), by way of blurred object relations, much more rich than simply being ‘about’ this event.

The opening statements are a good example of this – the word “accountable” rings through the statements and is applied to objects which are victims, and circumstances which might be symptoms or distant possibilities.

I have heard Albert read his work many times. What always seems to take me by surprise is just how much his reading voice, and the language it speaks, commands presence and attention. His words are, quite simply, beautiful to hear and beautiful to read. Especially, for me, at their most visual, clashing moments:

limbs elbow an error
arrows learnt by heart
whose target is to aim
the glitch will meet its ends
the guerillas’s nest muffled
dog barking in the distance
door consistent
valued chain report
dreamerized
the heart by way of the hands
bridging
bride and grooming
moon
freshly deboxed³

Allen Fisher, Proposals 4

Allen Fisher has produced approximately 65,034 chapbooks in his career to date. His work straddles a broad variety of media (including some fascinating microfiche work, which I’d love to see again). This is not irrelevant to Proposals, since it contains both text and paintings, but also textually crosses a kind of cartographical remapping transposed onto language.

A little like Brixton Fractals, Fisher here uses definitive (as in the language of definition) description as a way into the text, which ruptures and deviates, producing a kind of re-scaling of the text as snippets of realtime intrude into an increasingly damaged text. This is the worst description I could have given, and I’m sticking to it, since for me reading Fisher’s work is like walking on a map rather than on the actual road depicted in the map – or perhaps it’s a combination of the two.

Proposals jams together multiples so it can never sit in the same place. It lays down a rhetoric which it steadily pulls apart, allowing for an open-ended language which is always calling back to fact, to which the paintings seem pivotal.

[...] the degree to which polite ethical thought
in societies of the West today rests on
or involves self-
deception or more active deceit
depends on the private pretence,
public affirmation, or purposeful suggestion
of what is for those concerned
the knowably false.

[Painting]

So what come around the corner in a blade suit
whose system is this what trug of discarded
root matter smoulders in a mental debris, [...]⁴

Elizabeth-Jane Burnett, HER BODY: THE CITY

It’s been a while since I read or heard or saw any of Elizabeth-Jane Burnett’s work. It’s probably getting on for 2 years – the e-poetry festival – since I experienced it.

To go off on a tangent for a sec, there was an unfavourable review of my curations at the e-poetry 2005 festival (one out of several gleaming ones, I might add, and one which I’m pretty sure did not reflect the views of the majority) which was not based on the quality of the work, but of the e-nature of the work. To me, this seemed a slightly absurd yardstick of generalisation, to think that only texts bound up in algorithm and code explicitly could be engaged with electronic poetics. It’s true to say that a healthy portion of my choices were cross-media, cross-genre works, MULTI-media.

I mention this because Burnett’s work at the festival had me and many others excited in the fact that it was a text bound up in its media. Site-specific, slideshow, interactive, narrative – the work was a mixture of electronic media and human social interaction in which the two perpetuated each other. e, it certainly was.

And so to HER BODY: THE CITY, which Burnett explained to me is (in the anthology) an earlier version of an evolving work. Not that this in some way implies a lesser quality work, but that it seems to be a text which is in flux, and which invites various performance states in its realisation. Case in point is Burnett’s performance of the piece with Sean Bonney on guitar.

To bring the text into such an overtly performative realm seems quite deliberate, as there is clearly a formal nod to Ginsberg in the poem, though we’re not talking half-baked parody. Indeed, where Ginsberg’s (actually slightly questionable) ’spontaneous’ poem bring real-life acts into immediacy, Burnett’s more fragmented language make settling on one act itself an act to be “disappeared into the surface of writing”⁵

Ironically, this is perhaps so effective for me through the Ginsberg filter from which it turns, presenting a kind of semi-transparent reportage. As Burnett herself seems to imply, these are not just structures but systems, ways of thinking about actions differently, subjectively, “who” suggesting an object-action as in Ginsberg but often actually delivering abstract action and/or displaced object through which to develop a reading strategy:

who embedded all night in multiple light
oxfam re-routed and littering through stale beer Mixer
listing to the crack-doom of social lip-box
who unutterable seventy hours park to pod to flower
to Westminster Bridge
lost words of platonic roses⁶

Looking forward to the next incarnation.

Alex Davies

Alex presents 3 works in the Anthology, each one pretty short and each one vastly different.

“Oh! For the Glorious Days of Slavery”

As previously discussed, I am all for détourning authoritative documents, or anything with apparent historical, social, formal traditions which themselves imply a promise, either legal, factual or linguistic. Alex here uses a historical map to ‘map’ out his texts, which weave between the ‘factual’ landmarks an undermine the proposed authority of the document. Indeed, one might interpret the title in terms of what is missing from this picture as well as what is contained within it. Historical omissions are what leave behind the stuff of history, and Alex’s weaving language occupies spaces and non-spaces, claiming and undermining their historical worth all in one jellied eel.

“Big Ben” takes a different approach to the role of authoritative statement. A little like Fisher’s text, “Big Ben” produces layers of clarity through which the meaning of educative or narrative statements becomes obscured, and their reliability (and that of the referent) called into question:

No bell moves more than one place in the row at a time, although one pair may change in the same row.
Each sound is a massive point full of weird objects in a strange room of many people,
and each person is a through to some thought.⁷

Which brings us slap bang into “12 Lens”, a(n intentional?) pun (surely) on lens, appropriately implying a skewed, distorted but implicitly true collections of thoughts, speeches, narratives from ‘Len’’s life spanning 60-odd years. I guess what fascinates me beyond the snippets of info we receive are the huge gaps between them, and the highly specific nature of their collation (almost scientifically categorized and labeled) and date of production. Transient snapshots of a man’s life, far too brief to be useful, nonetheless create a 60-year narrative in which we piece in some of the gaps and arguably start to feel we’ve gained a fairly robust (or depressingly satisfactory) overview of a life’s work.

Sorry this post took so long to complete. I’m busy, really. Really. Busy.

I’ll be beginning the next post with Redell Olsen’s piece and moving into Part 4…

J

1. Anthology, p. 78 [↩]
2. Anthology, p.79 [↩]
3. Anthology, p. 80 [↩]
4. Anthology pp. 81-3 [↩]
5. Anthology, p. 99 [↩]
6. Anthology, p. 98 [↩]
7. Anthology, p. 104 [↩]

Nooz Flash!

Openned have fixed the Anthology! Amendments are available for download, and they’ve offered a full-fat version for those of you with good eyes and equally good internet connections:

Lynx:

Amendments

Larger version

Onward with my pick from the Anthology…

Stephen Willey, from Translations out of Walter Benjamin

Steve has been working on this project for some time, spending most of the preliminary stages researching Benjamin and laying out what appears to be an exceptionally thorough theoretical basis for his practice. Out of this comes Translations out of Walter Benjamin, a series of variations writing through Benjamin’s ghost (this is paraphrasing what Steve has told me about his work, and my apologies to him if this is inaccurate). Anyway, the result is a highly-planned and well-thought-out mish-mash of form. I don’t mean this negatively – Willey is experimenting here with various forms, some palimpsest in their approach (in one, a carefully deconstructed Battersea Power Station – a landmark notably unscathed in the Blitz, dictates the layout for an overlapping text; in another, an old Elizabeth Arden advert is détourned to subvert the existing language and set a context for the new language) some adopting the format of codes and structures to imply (in my view) a system of reading analogous with that code.

Both of these examples strike me as interesting. I am always hot for détourned media, diagrammatical systems, code structures. But Steve’s use of code structures reinforces that we should be reading his texts differently to the usual. Code (or at least the type of code he seems to emulate in this extract) is object oriented, much like regular language use. Yet it possesses its own terms of use and parsing of object, and how an object is created. Bastardised HTML code implies broken anchors, unfinished (or already finished) links to nowhere. Curly brackets contain the parameters of a function, thus redefining the possibilities of meaning in “loop + echo” in terms of quantifying qualitative values or implying that loop and echo must have numerical equivalents and are therefore extraneously referential. Lists within functions imply arrays which themselves imply a one-out-of-many decision making process – a glance at a text of which only one array per realisation would exist.¹

All of this is just personal interpretation, of course, but the way Steve has jumped from form to form means that one is only just getting used to one way of reading before being jerked into the next frame.

With all this focus on form, I’m not ignoring the text itself. Yet Steve’s texts are so intertwined with the form that binds them that neither seems secondary to the other. The projection slides, for example, demand readings through their shadings which exceed a left-to-right, top-to-bottom scan. Various reading strategies based on the textual aesthetics are naturally provoked, producing several sub-texts within an overall text.

Ceri Buck, What is action?

Ceri Buck, where have you been? Or where have I been? And how do I go about talking about your work when we sat together all those times and fretted about dissertation woes through beer soaked eyes?

Of course, I know how good Ceri’s work is – I saw it. I knew. Still, it’s been a while since I saw newer work (probably the last time I saw anything was in HOW2, and her performance at the e-poetry festival 2005). What is action? is phonetic and visual pun / play / trap-setting at its finest. Like an autistic mother, Ceri’s neologisms slip you up and make you think of combinations. Combinactions. Then we’re in another crammed paragraph of open meanings with not enough seconds for the words. In the rush towards definition, we fall over the ‘wrong words’ and are brought abruptly to the surface once more:

somewhere in London a woman hijacks the supermarket tannoy to sing sweetly to the shoppers ‘combat the capitalist inside of you’ / Where was I and what did I do when Ken Saro-Wiwa was executed? A keep pressed battery hen blind of free rage

This is combined with a kind of Steinian repetition-variation-repetition trap, spanning a few mere words or travelling across paragraphs. I get pulled to and fro and I like it. My favourite:

5. Desirable bacteria

or is not ravaged by the imprint scorch of a kiss & waking up mast
Ur bating? repossess a connection in a possessive it rubs it rubs up against us Up against against Up freedom from possession(s) up
against love one how it rubs up against up free pursue against possess up love another are you sure you want to be here? Can we check in?
I’ve got that feeling in my belly gut feeling belly warmth context is everything a warm feeling in my belly a deep low belly feeling an
awareness of the belly belly deep down warm the blood spilling This coming must do something!

Demo and Die, Flickerng Bdy, John Sparrow

Such utter genius defies words. Only kidding. Big pile of shit, ignore at all costs.²

Drew Milne

Read this poem (poems) and notice how your mind runs out of breath. Milne’s punctuationless onslaught is perhaps so entertaining because it doesn’t form any kind of tirade against anything, rather it seems to collect and disperse genres or themes (in a vocabulary sense rather than a narrative sense) such as music, tools, ancient civilization, mythology, archeology, architecture and more.

However, it’s where these vocabularies cross over which strikes me as interesting. “spinal tap”, “Zildjian”, “big hair”, for example, are very visual words³, through which “set to slay in metal” “axe” (”golden axe” too – which calls to memory the early 90s computer game) “rock god” take on new meanings. It is this dense battle of contexts drives on the text, and, thankfully (for me at any rate) heavy metal wins.

Word grids make many reads, then back into juxtapolevaulting as phrases cram together emoshred:

neo-industrialists in prog lime glad rags
leopard slipper shaker all heaviest raw
denim columns to riff glow the republic
preaching the perverted ivy corinthians
cometh the shredder cometh the beard
metalocalypse beyond parody sky blue
willy-tinsel and emo schlong giving pink
spandex in thrashtastic grunt retro-stonk
loose stoic populists hardnosed to brine
scuzzy perhaps

Extra marks to Milne for inclusion of the word “stonk”, which the Urban Dictionary defines as “World War II British slang for a massed artillery bombardment on an enemy position” but which also might stir in some memories of a Comic Relief campaign centred on the “stonk”, along with suitably bad music release.

Milne ist Thrashtastisch.

1. There is an interesting short essay by Loss Pequeño Glazier which discusses language in terms of array structures at http://www.dichtung-digital.com/2005/1/Glazier [↩]
2. Read them. Tell your friends. Then send me lots of money. [↩]
3. I’m including cymbal manufacturer Zildjian since they have such an immediately recognisable logo [↩]

John Cayley, imposition

John Cayley, to whom I attribute a great deal of inspiration with regard to digital poetics, features in the Anthology in the first section of PART 2. imposition was performed at an Openned night which I regrettably had to miss. This is a shame, as it’s a piece of work which I find conceptually very interesting, and was keen to see how the concept was realised in a live setting. The Anthology coverage forms a link to the main Openned site (in the real internets) which opens up a Quicktime panorama of the Foundry setting, with the audio of the performance over the top. The inclusion of the panorama certainly is not an arbitrary aesthetic decision; part of the brief for the audience was to arrive with any laptops handy, and with the software installed and ready to go. The result is that the audience form much of the performance – an achievement strikingly visual as around 1/3 of the audience sit with their laptops all working in tandem.

The notes on imposition state that the project is “the networked performance of an evolving collaborative work engaged with ambient, time-based poetics and harmonically organized, language-driven sound.”¹ As loaded as this statement may seem, it makes more sense given its origins in overboard (footnoted in imposition’s notes), a ‘textual painting’ in which, as far as I can tell, noise and a stable text interact, one emerging through the other.

Such a setup seems relevant for the performative setting of imposition, since it foregrounds a reciprocal creative process between human beings and their language, all in terms of a wider reflexive participation with the media of flesh and machine. Random generation within algorithmic constraints produce textual variations, and it would appear that the same algorithmic system has been remapped onto the compositional strategies of Giles Perring.

I hope I can participate in one of these performances soon.

Fiona Templeton, imagining being at the republican convention

Before picking up Mum in Airdrie (available here) I was really only familiar with Templeton’s work YOU–The City. Like Mum, this excerpt utilises mainly extremely short lines of text which, as I noted in Robert Hampson’s work, seem to blur the starting and finishing points of phrases. This is helped by the occasional neologism (or perhaps partial erasure), as in the following:

bang

off the realm of
eager range
sun pists down
hold you on hold
like fire spreading

a scale of dampnation
and this is where I really
oozes itself
disturb
lack of
kid knownly²

This extract scans fairly easily but turns away from comfotable closure at every turn. “pist” here could be a partially erased “piste” turned into a verb. It also phonetically demands a reading as “kissed” as in sun kissed (or even Sunkist) or (the way I like to read it) “pissed” turned into a kind of past-participle present hybrid verb. I like this reading better, as it complements the neologism “dampnation” later in the extract, a word which seems to imply wet damnation as well as simply an adjective and noun fused. “kid knownly” might go unnoticed as “knowingly” at first glance, only to refuse that reading alone. Interestingly for me, the persistent grammatical disagreements produce a plateau through which such tensions come through with exciting energy. Such has been the joy of reading Templeton’s page-based work for me.

This post has taken longer than I’d expected! I’ll carry on in my next Anthology roundup with Steve Willey’s excerpts from his extended project (to be presented as part of his MA disertation) writing through Walter Benjamin. His relationship with this project, I assume, will eventually drive him mad.

As an aside, it would be interesting if anyone has anything to add / disagree regarding my comments on these works so far. No pressure, but feel free.

1. Cayley, notes on imposition, http://homepage.mac.com/shadoof/impose/impnotes.html. Accessed 5th August 2007. See also the PDF download of the same notes. [↩]
2. Anthology p. 52 [↩]