It is of course better than any of the alleged poems in that book I reviewed, but beyond that is it worthwhile to persons besides myself, je vous le demande.
How many roads lead to Heaven?
If you trip on the bridge, do you fall?
Had some event marked her,
did a single moment fix her to that chair?
Or had a slow accretion, a maze
of impasses melded her bones to the rock?
It may be either or both, as damage comes at every speed
and the effect is the same
We caught fragments of tales but dreamed of loving
an object that would look across at us and not be set
above or below.
A diamond or a comet, perhaps
a fiery gem that would hit us right in the chest
They wanted to tell each other about themselves
sat in twin chairs and rehearsed
What really happened, do you remember,
did you see, was it true? I had heard,
can we know, did he love me, should we call.
Sitting in chairs they repeated fragments.
Interiors once deep, dissolved slowly
They threw and caught lines but
did not hold out their hands
a fiery gem was desirable indeed
We are sifting fragments,
the fragments are of bone.
How many roads lead ahead,
if you trip on the bridge
we are sifting fragments,
the fragments are of bone
the stories have been lost
the fragments told their own
How many roads lead
a world of texture and gaps
figures falling to darkness
settling to the ground
Real Love, from Black Messiah. That is new and you should really listen to the clip.
There’s Voodoo, and you can listen to it all–
and other albums, but I really think this Black Messiah would be the thing to have as you drove through the city, for instance.
Student: This book is something you administer, not something you learn from. When I am working with it and its companion website I am in a frenzy trying to make sure I know where I am and that I am matching the right thing to the right thing. I am completing an exercise and learning to use the book and software more efficiently for this purpose, but I am not learning material since I am too distracted by the book and its website. This is to say that the textbook package is designed to enable students to pass courses, but not to teach them Spanish. It is only useful insofar as it helps one to fill out its rote worksheets. To do that it gives translations and has you fill in a blank, but it does not immerse you in the language.
Professor Zero: Can I quote you anonymously on that?
PZ later repeated the above to a TA she is friendly with.
TA: Yes, that is the problem with the book we are using in my field as well. But it is not only a problem with the book, it is also a problem with the structure of the courses.
Friend of the TA: Well, the problem of courses structured to get students through requirements but not to teach them anything is university wide.
Kristeva has that famous title Desire in Language but what about joy in language? Arguedas referred to himself as a “demonio feliz” speaking in Quechua and Castilian. Vallejo is a similarly happy demon, surfing seas of metaphor, watching the dance of words. Logopoeia.
This is fun to say but one cannot say it without looking into some things — reviewing Arguedas’ contexts, reviewing the possible value of reading Kristeva with Vallejo. (There are so many things I would like to study.)
Psychanalitique: there were two perceptions yesterday. One, on acquiescing to power, acquiescing to irrational power. Two and related, on the double identity. I have already talked about this and I can expand.
The third, and only apparently paradoxical point has to do with that comment upon myself as free spirit and challenging for that reason.
The days are bright. I do not remember winter light being so bright here and pale, or there being as much sun. It is colder now for longer, as well. I woke up this morning thinking that I would like to understand Adorno, now because he and Horkheimer (1972) say that “homeland is the state of having already escaped” and because this has to do with Odysseus and myth and demythologization.
I woke up this morning thinking of my old intuition that Vallejo is strange because he is partly non western, and his double location, in western civilization and outside of it, is not hybridity or mestizaje. Everyone else wants to think identity and so has to think it through Blackness or some form of Otherness to the West, but since Vallejo is not thinking identity and is not thinking from one place, his alleged mixtures work in a differerent way.
I woke up thinking about psychoanalysis, how it is fundamentally about relationships between people and those have to do with interactions. My Reeducative analyst thought I was too intellectual and therefore not a “feeling” enough person (he was basing his theories on several kinds of bad science) but interestingly, all the material he had to present was cerebral.
Do you fit this scale or that? Think about it, think about how to fit into one of these paradigms. The conundrums presented did require a great deal of thought (although at the same time they could not stand up to serious analysis). All the thought, all the effort to understand, drew attention away from the realer issue of the nature of the interaction.
Analysis like all other forms of investigation and learning is primarily kinesthetic and that is not a comment about their “style” but about their nature.
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I am reading Francisco Goldman, The Interior Circuit; Pedro Granados, Soledad impura, and C. D. Wright, One Big Self: An Investigation.
I do not have Deborah Luster’s book of photographs that accompanies this last, but you can look at part of it here, and part of it here. I am promoting Powell’s Books to get us all away from Amazon, and our libraries — to which we should donate.
I am to be a singer and I must learn songs. The band is Cajun but my songs will be Creole, and I believe I will start with the Calinda. This will do as a source, but the right songbook is what I need.