tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-226800032011-10-17T02:01:00.559-04:00~ Writing what you Read ` ~Clifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22680003.post-784805910352354302009-06-24T10:00:00.003-04:002010-06-17T02:39:45.094-04:00

 ___________________________________________                                                                               go back (wee little) litotes ~yer curvature                 it's  no       ~ spreadysheet to  the figures you darn   ~ your mouth dryed with the sapphire of their delicious  _

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Philosophy thus lives in a permanent crisis. The plane takes effect through shocks, concepts proceed in bursts, and personae by spasms. The relationship among the three instances is problematic by nature.’ (What is Philosphy?, p. 82)as it is in poetries and readings. what readings of poetries are reliable or countable are metastable flux in side a head a body. a dead poetry reading is where dead

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if yer male, then what's maiL? what's fee_mail? is this a question fluxing derrida might post as choosing the ebb of flux dom for the domain of merging mails and male? what is male if not mail? be honest yer post was 'chock-a-block' with errors from the cave of errant employers. A program where Kathy Acker stood washing her face. And you remembered that, that time , at the hotel, and it was

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as the body is disorganized with death, the dismembering of the poet is plain enough to see, sense. one two three, you're dead. as the doornail which killed Oedipus, or the sister of Orpheus, who's been forgotten, and not all the scholars in the world'l find her works. I brought this out in the paper you wrote about Hart Crane, the atavistic poet of the 1920's.A nice phrase of Wilde whose

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'tropes of form' indeed, and the high-minded trope of form relaxes your debt, willing or unwilling to hate the others, pretending you 'love' when in the agon there is only struggle.he lectures over the hall, proscenium halting in his speech,the glare down voice, stares us down, indeed,where is thy sting, death, where? where is thy tropeoh form of failure and the faery down platerivering the .Now

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aunt writes finds this to be amuse of metricand footfoot?dainty footof its oddbeatover veil swimming suitsshe held the foot?not so an essay. of performative call and valuemore anon.among the native and navy

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some spoke of deconstructing . but was Iamb the Iamblichus of his left foot?some limping knave was carrying on.shattering the cruel of nightnot intent on sheeting thefigures of speech of past tenseor ruling out what carried on the present its mask of hatersand singers the choral basisof the Reader's Guide to misery.Was this Messiah grappling its bare hooks?In the Indiana letters she sent overing

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The Old idiot wanted truth, but the new idiot wants to turn the absurd into the highest power of thought – in other words, to create.’ (What is Philosophy?, p. 62) I think of Tzara's beautiful idiot of 1918 who does not Know, and doesnt want to go to a war that murderss millions. Would there were more such idiots. today. ________________________________

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if text recaps its mystery face it works inside a prison where many captives endure, and die, fade away. waiting.

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when figures. with my aunty. catherine.sending me an american dollar once a month. the penmanship, whata peculiar word. later when in vancouver, i met a poet, a man whose breath stank of beer, and stale hearts, whose voice rumbled in my ear-head for a week. after. and on the farm in 1970, it was too late for him he had died. but Gwendolyn came by to see Alden, turned out he had met her, and she

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with my great aunt catherine mother's side of the family. that time. billowing. the wind. across the street, shes holding my hand, we are goin' to hear this famous poet read his poetry.its the man that wrote of whitecaps & beaches. a stretchof sand.later, i hear the voice of Yeats, and Joyce .Aunt Catherine is literary. She is .she knew some interesting people. I read Rabelais. and

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none came the reading 'theory' it wasspilled works figures of speechforgot the roland barthesbookafter litoteshyperbole(her novel was betweenthe pairs)what was that otherword we learned?it was somethingabouttranstranstrans UMPtioI recall the teachercame to me in dresses of naked fireswearing poetrywas God's way offiguring routes of speechfigures of forlornSynedocheshe said her teeth

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Just remember reader, litotes is not lexis.litotesdeliberate understatement or denial of the contraryHe is no fool.---The Arte of English Poesie, 184lexis & taxis - "in computational stylistics lexis is the term for the actual vocabulary of the author while taxis denotes the arrangement of the words"Not just any old taxi[s], but your choice of taxis reader,isyour lexis. You dig?Diction: or lexis,

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Citing'inciting''re-citing'citationciting in text.lexis.figure, metaphor, of shape and pattern.In the Reading Gaol. Reading Gaol (pronounced as 'jail'),as Reading is pronounced 'reding';thus the richness and diversity of the connotates over and above accenting each word in its breathless page. a critical return of thought hesitation, senders, returnees.Returnees is a rich word, think of it.

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