Funnily enough, I really do have a rock decorating my music room. It is
small and worn down, as you can imagine. It has a perfect hole through it,
which is harder to imagine -- looks like a little red whale, if you forget
about the tail.
I keep it in my long-disused Aquarius mug, a bit like one of those frogs you
get in English puzzle mugs.
P
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Peter Ciccariello
> Sent: 17 September 2007 23:11
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Interp of the Myth of Sisyphus for Poetryetc
>
> Hmmmm. "rusty wordparts". I think I could work with that. I can see it
> now....
>
> - Peter C.
>
>
>
> On 9/17/07, Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > Interp of the Myth of Sisyphus for Poetryetc
> >
> >
> > Note: I wanted to write a poem about anything but this myth, but the
muse
> > wouldn't move.
> >
> > The Myth of Sisyphus was originally written by God in Greek, after which
> > other languages got in the way before it came to us in English. Many
people
> > have translated (which means "put in their own thoughts") the myth such
as
> > Didacterus, Moll Strumpet and Shaksp the actor as well as Shake-speare
the
> > writer who doesn't exist. I'll just, to save time, summarize the myth
even
> > though I've never read it: Sisyphus rolls a +really big+ rock up a
hill, it
> > rolls down and so on and so on until S gets exhausted, slips, and gets
> > squashed by the rock. Other people, though, would variously interpret
the
> > myth, such as the following Poetryetc members:
> >
> > Halvard Johnson has already put S.I.S.Y.P.H.U.S. on a word dartboard for
> > future sonnets.
> >
> > Bob Marcacci snaps the rock.
> >
> > Anny Ballardini writes something about Italy that nobody understands.
> >
> > Patrick McManus created a skinny poem ending with VB lifting the rock
off
> > his cat dish.
> >
> > Sharon Brogan, overcome by smoke and wars, falls down (gracefully) while
> > worrying about her unmade bed.
> >
> > Mark Weiss is in the barrio and can't be bothered.
> >
> > Kasper Salonen, between poetry-sneezes, notes the errors in S's
operandi.
> >
> > Candice Ward conflates everything with everything (mostly in really old
> > English).
> >
> > Robin Hamilton obfuscates in Celtic, Romani and Haggis, with the
> > occasional lift of a URL---and is understood only by Dominus Fox and the
> > Walker brothers, Martin and Christopher.
> >
> > Joanna Boulter, obsessed with the shape of the rock, is writing a
toccata
> > on the evolution of mushrooms.
> >
> > Roger Collett mutters "Forget the rock," and gets down to something
> > useful.
> >
> > Roger Day (not to be confused by Roger Collett who IS Roger Day during
the
> > day) leaves another town to get another degree.
> >
> > Judy Prince thinks that S has a persistent problem with his balls.
> >
> > The rock now sits, tastefully decorated, in Peter Cudmore's music room.
> >
> > Peter (I'm not even going to get into that whole "two Peters" thing)
> > Cicciarello visualizes the rock in a canal of rusty wordparts.
> >
> > Doug Barbour encourages S on each ascent and every time the damned rock
> > starts to fall downhill.
> >
> > Ken Wolman thinks that S is (a) his father, or (b) a deceased opera
> > singer.
> >
> > Jon Corelis is still scribbling words on a cocktail napkin in a Greek
> > restaurant in Oakland, CA.
> >
> > Douglas Clark must consult one of his cats.
> >
> > Andrew Burke has written four novels, umpteen plays, and eleveny-million
> > poems (some about rock) everywhere but in his own neighbourhood.
> >
> > Tad Richards is building a rock house in the middle of his stepfather's
> > installation (talk about Sisyphusian!).
> >
> > Stephen Vincent and Max Richards have put the rock on level ground and
> > taken it for a walk.
> >
> > Joe Green has dumped the rock into a Haleakala crater.
> >
> > Fred Pollack thinks he's Sisyphus.
> >
> > Joe Duemer has fled the country (ok, whatever country) with our
archives.
> >
> > David Bircumshaw is God and now writes in Latin rather than Greek.
> >
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> > jbprince
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