Pure Candice.
At 09:22 PM 10/28/2010, you wrote:
>Oh so sad. I wondered recently where Candice was and how she was. We had a
>million emails and discussions over the poetryetc anthology, and I truly
>enjoyed her take on poems submitted.
>
>I'd like to share two Candice stories with you.
>
>Firstly, when I was doing an MA, my supervisor, poet Andrew Taylor, threw a
>quote at me from Fredric Jameson. He expected me to use it as a theme in
>part of my thesis, but I had no idea where it was from. In desperation, I
>threw it out to people on this list. Candice disarmingly replied, 'Would you
>like me to ask him?' Not only was the guy alive but Candice worked for him.
>
>Second story. This list went off at a tangent once (fancy that) and we all
>talked about our favourite music and musicians. Candice mentioned a concert
>with Bela Fleck, and I asked who he was. Not only did she give me an
>expansive answer, but in the mail some time later I received a double CD set
>of Bela Fleck live in concert. What a generous and kind thing to do. (I
>replied sometime later with a CD by the Pigram Bros, a unique band of mixed
>race people from Broome - to which she replied that their music was
>pleasant, but not really her bag. Gentle.)
>
>Now she is gone. I'll dig out her Wild Honey Press book and read it again.
>
>
>Andrew
>
>On 29 October 2010 07:04, Mark Weiss <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > Candice and I had the sort of serious fights that only committed friends
> > can have. She was generosity itself, even when we were at each other's
> > throats (but mostly we weren't). When I needed it she came up with a key
> > recommendation that opened doors for me in Cuba. She spent a week at my
> > place in San Diego it must be ten years ago--a great time. I invited over
> > the local crowd--Rothenbergs, Antins, etc., who she utterly charmed. What a
> > wit she had. Though her poetry sometimes baffled me, and some of her
> > readings, I also always admired their fierce intelligence. And the poem
> > you've chosen, Randolph, is wonderful. The last years were sad, I think,
> > though she rarely let on.
> >
> > I haven't the heart to purge my address book. Though the dead begin to
> > crowd out the living.
> >
> > Mark
> >
> >
> >
> > At 02:29 PM 10/28/2010, you wrote:
> >
> >> I write this with tears in my eyes.
> >>
> >> Candice's cousin has just emailed me to let me know that Candice died
> >> suddenly this week. I don't know the circumstances.
> >>
> >> Who can forget the verve she brought to her _Snaps_ on PoetryEtc? A
> >> wonderful person and writer.
> >>
> >> I append one of her many magnificent poems.
> >>
> >> Randolph
> >>
> >> *The Moon Sees the One*
> >>
> >> /I see the Moon//
> >> /And the Moon sees me/
> >> /And the Moon sees the one/
> >> /I long to see//
> >> (children's song)
> >>
> >> /You'll find your ignorance is blissful//
> >> /Every goddamn time//
> >> (Tom Waits,"Heart Attack & Vine")
> >>
> >>
> >> the moon sees to night at the end
> >> of its rope, beached to blot
> >> by remote the one way back
> >>
> >> a baker's blank so white, so late
> >> as the face on magritte's mother
> >> undercover still a looker (me
> >>
> >> with my aptitude for pathos-
> >> of-distance learning): listen,
> >> duckling, it goes for the throat
> >>
> >> thrush or strep, whistle-stopped
> >> as the little red train makes
> >> tracks, makes history of us
> >>
> >> putting a saint in it and pulling
> >> away, while overhead the night
> >> gowns for cover (her face)
> >>
> >> all wet but none the wiser than
> >> what is /is/ left of memory: your
> >> darrow songs, my debs rebellion
> >>
> >> for in your father's house
> >> of cheats are too many
> >> dimensions---and the moon
> >>
> >> looks on, indifferent to
> >> its own mystery, to
> >> the children gazing back
> >>
> >> from an orphan age
> >> already history
> >>
> >
> >
> >
> > New from Chax Press: Mark Weiss, As Landscape.
> > $16. Order from http://www.chax.org/poets/weiss.htm
> >
> >
> > "What a beautiful set of circumstances! What a lovely concatenation of
> > particulars. Here is the poet alive in every sense of the word, and through
> > every one of his senses. Instead of missing a beat or a part, Weiss’
> > fragments are like Chekhov’s short storiesthe more that gets left out, the
> > more they seem to contain… One can hear echoes from all the various
> > ancestors...[but] the voice, at its center, its core, is pure Mark Weiss.
> > His use of the fragment is both elegant and
> bafflingly clear, a pure musical
> > threnody…[it] opens a window, not only into a mind, but a person, a
> > personality, this human figure at the emotional center of the poem."
> >
> > M.G. Stephens, in Jacket.
> > http://jacketmagazine.com/40/r-weiss-rb-stephens.shtml
> >
>
>
>
>--
>Andrew
>http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
>http://www.picaropress.com/
>http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
>http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
New from Chax Press: Mark Weiss, As Landscape.
$16. Order from http://www.chax.org/poets/weiss.htm
"What a beautiful set of circumstances! What a
lovely concatenation of particulars. Here is the
poet alive in every sense of the word, and
through every one of his senses. Instead of
missing a beat or a part, Weiss’ fragments are
like Chekhov’s short storiesthe more that gets
left out, the more they seem to contain… One can
hear echoes from all the various
ancestors...[but] the voice, at its center, its
core, is pure Mark Weiss. His use of the fragment
is both elegant and bafflingly clear, a pure
musical threnody…[it] opens a window, not only
into a mind, but a person, a personality, this
human figure at the emotional center of the poem."
M.G. Stephens, in Jacket.
http://jacketmagazine.com/40/r-weiss-rb-stephens.shtml
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