Three Lamps
lying in long grass
your father and I have decided
we don’t believe there’s anything
after death
you don’t
go
anywhere
there are no beautiful fields
or singing angels
there’s nothing
you just stop
given over two years ago
with no room for argument
this was a pronouncement
typical of
exercise #1
poetry is a muscle what Leibniz would call an organ it is not an Eternal Thing or Idea although a single poem can last an eternity poetry is part of the body whether it is used or not
and then perhaps I should start writing about what I am doing, begin a conceptual staging of my web project, let me know if you would like to read about it here. Until I hear from you, dear visitor, some gleanings, scratchings, fork&plate
‘Style,’ said Evelyn Waugh, ‘is not just avoiding the cliché. It’s avoiding the place where you can feel the cliché is being avoided.’
– in David Hare, Obedience, Struggle & Revolt, Faber and Faber, London, 2005, p. 140
By engagement, I mean not so much an exposition, or a critique,
there you see I would go so far as to say that the web project I am engaged with reads with love, reads you, read …
“There are, you see, two ways of reading a book: you either see it as a box with something inside and start looking for what it signifies, and then if you’re even more perverse or depraved you set off after signifiers. And you treat the next book like a
ideas of novelty & privacy – which I cite because they speak to my web project which I have not really spoken of here about which feel free to contact me, yours affectionately
“First you have to know how to admire; you have to rediscover the problems he poses, his particular machinery. It is through admiration that you will come to genuine critique… You have to work your way back to those problems which an author of genius has posed, all the way