I suppose one could do it in rhyme, even a villanelle, olé! (or oleo). Oh yes,
we have no bananas.
We build a world out of found objects, only later does the sense
connedcting them emerge. That's a short history of human culture. Sometimes
the found objects are in our own notebooks or pasted on the refrigerator
door and like the rest of the available objects sometimes for whatever
reasons something happens--they become for a second separate phenomena and
change our sense of their contexts--they become exotic, worthy of
attention, meaningful. It seems silly to throw that away when it's handed
to you.
Mark
pineapples
peaches
persimmons
pippins (ah,
pippins)
percale
persuasion.
parse the parsely Priscilla,
Daddy's home.
At 05:26 PM 9/10/2003 +0100, you wrote:
>well what a challenge to present our shopping lists--so revealing too
>achallenge for more formal poetry!
>cheers patrick
>----- Original Message -----
>From: Mark Weiss <[log in to unmask]>
>To: <[log in to unmask]>
>Sent: Wednesday, September 10, 2003 3:39 AM
>Subject: Re: What does it mean?
>
>
> > My own: what's wrong with grocery lists? Several of my poems include same.
> > Hey, the data the world hands us is what's available to process.
> >
> > Mark
> >
> >
> > At 03:18 PM 9/9/2003 -0400, you wrote:
> > >{ Wasn't it W.C. Williams who was asked by an interviewer once
> > >{ what made his poem a poem and not just a "grocery list"?
> > >{
> > >{
> > >{ Best,
> > >{
> > >{ Rebecca
> > >
> > >And his answer . . . please?
> > >
> > >Hal "language--the Riviera of consciousness"
> > > --Bob Perelman
> > >
> > >Halvard Johnson
> > >===============
> > >email: [log in to unmask]
> > >website: http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard
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