Hello Erminia
Interesting what you say about the use of 'stupidly' rather than a 'fool'
word. I tend to avoid using the latter's family as words like 'foolishly' or
'folly' often have a rather neo-Augustan ring to me, so that there is a
sense of a moralising centrality 'looking down' on its subject, especially a
dangerous voicing in a short poem. 'Stupidly' I felt better because of its
overtones of phrasings like 'what a stupid waste' while, too, as I conceived
that the implied pun of 'thought' and its near homophone 'fought' was
markedly clear already without a linking word beginning with an 'f'.
Naow, I didn't get your reply y'know. As for other things, I don't dare say
openly anymore, at least not here. I suppose there is a consolation in the
often said notion that repression of speech promotes poetic creativity. I
suppose! Interesting there too: that it is 'often said' about what cannot be
'said'.
Foolishly
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Spectare's Web, A Chide's Alphabet
& Painting Without Numbers
http://www.chidesalphabet.org.uk
----- Original Message -----
From: "Erminia Passannanti" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, January 11, 2004 12:24 AM
Subject: Re: A Non-Sonnet
Hi David, thank you for you BC. Did you ever receive my reply? It was long
and articulate and tried to unravel some issues which you raised and which
I doubted could be solved. I liked your poem very much, a part the last
word, stupid, which in Italian, 'stupido, trivialize the state of dementia.
The otehr comparison I can think for this poem is allusive chronicle. I can
see the presence of reality in it distinctively. Could you use 'fool',
instead?
Let us suppose that death is our future common good coming from another
sphere: writing.
This pattern shows affinity with Foucault of course. I am reluctant to
speak theory, in this mined field of spontaneous poets who feel their skin
burned to the idea that poetry lives on this dynamics. These 'poets'
imagine a world where each single poem they lay on the ground- their golden
eggs - is received with an applause. We now well that this is not the case
and that to write a poem is entering a challenge. Now, we are not playing
the Bologna anarchists: far from it. And poor Prodi.
The technique which has been applied so far to solicit response has allowed
the non-theoretical poetry to burst into its outrageous flames and
annihilate itself: red Phoenix. This is what manifests itself, no?
Practically, each flame will show its unction.
We have elited the notorious theory of self-combustion.
Now ,for a concrete example of this method we propose some other
comparisons. And so on.
Ciao, erminia.
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