“Dans la poésie c’est toujours la guerre.”
– Osip Mandelstam
“A poet is not a cable car.”
– Jack Spicer
Cherished DPW Readers, Who Do Swell with Fine Increase by the Season,
At start of National Poetry Month, and, none too coincidentally, the 2ndanniversary of Dispatches from the Poetry Wars, we share with you what has been revealed at Dispatches over a very busy March. Because there is so much, we’ve taken time to list all new contents from the past four weeks by category, and with direct links to each item.
We want you to know we have labored away, this past fortnight and more, in midst of sudden financial crises for both DPW editors: Fric flipped into the air and fell on the ice, breaking two ribs, then lost a crown of gold to a plum seed; Frac bought a fine, signed first edition of Marianne Moore’s Collected and lost it at a bar, then also lost a bumper, grill, and lights in a rear-end on a bridge. Each has been set back a bundle. So if you feel some sympathy for a couple of gimpy, increasingly toothless poets struggling to keep their website going, please feel free to write the Poetry Foundation and encourage them to send us some of their dough. Maybe just one day’s interest from the dragon’s hoard stashed in their numbered Swiss accounts. And Fred Seidel, fellow geezer, now is the time to slightly postpone the purchase of your twelfth Ducati.
Someone wrote us recently and claimed he was challenging us on our “tactics.” We found that amusing since the only tactics we are interested in are syntactics. Or is that sin-tactics? In any case, we see ourselves as more tic-tactic-toe kind of guys, eager to put down the next X or O, always hopeful the game will turn out differently. Poetry does make a difference, on many of the multiple levels we wander in and out of every day. Of course we know that as soon as we say poetry makes a difference, some smartass out there will go, Yeah? Is Poetry going to bring world peace? Can poetry defeat a national army of racist cops shooting unarmed black men? Can poetry end hunger? Can it end hemorrhoids? And of course the answer is no, it can’t do those things. Because nothing can do those things. We learned some time ago, hunkering in the Nicaragua rain forest to teach peasant soldiers to read and write, or preaching the gospel of utopian economic justice in union halls and on shop floors, that you can’t fix the world. It is, as Robin Blaser liked to emphasize from his reading of Agamben, irreparable. So get over it.
But that doesn’t mean you can’t make a difference. The world’s whirlswirl is a dynamic emerging of complex entanglements, and little things here and there end up later magnified in ways no one can predict or even imagine. Poetry has the capacious capacity to open the heart, mind and soul to the tremendum as it vibrates in language composed to maximize acoustic and sub-acoustic vibratory gnosis which itself can set off morphogenetic resonances that profoundly affect the forms of emergence. It offers a jail break in the midst of the Administration’s Detention Centre. And it has the capacity as well to convene synergetic gatherings of the different minded in being-together in poetry’s work. That’s something.
We could and want to say more. We will, of course. There is still time. We hope. May God(s) &/ or Goddess(es) Bless and Protect Us All. Happy or angry reading. Thank you for being there, camerados. Down with all poetry institutions. Long live the poetic resistance.
Dispatches from the Poetry Wars, a veritable barrel of apples on a pirate ship (Yo ho ho . . .
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Dear Emily Post-Avant, I just read a post on the Paris Review Daily about Pablo Neruda, by someone named Mark Eisner. https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/page/3/ In this fawning, nigh-slobbering, hagiographic mini-essay, Mr. Eisner writes about Don Pablo’s role in...
Unstructions for lingerpith (a Hinge Application), by Jonathan Mulcahy (w/a note by Heller Levinson)
This "hinge application" is hinged to "In the pith of hover", by Mary Newell [pdf-embedder...
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Para los niños y niñas de Chile, la Guerra del Pacífico, en tanto figura, es la figura de una víctima-chilena, cuando toda la evidencia histórica muestra que Chile operó en ella más cerca de la figura del victimario que de la víctima. ¡Para un niño chileno, según la...
Growing Dumb: My English Education is a lengthy memoir, still under construction, of my childhood from about 1938 through about 1948 or 49, the declining years of the British Empire. These two extracts are from what is currently chapter fourteen, set in 1944 to 1945,...
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Index – 1 April 2018 Update
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Dear Emily Post-Avant: Advice for Poets
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Jonathan Mulcahy – Unstructions for lingerpith (a Hinge Application) (w/a note by Heller Levinson)
PoBiz Stock Index Updates