TIM:
yeah, i'm responding to DB's statement: KJ as "bourgeois writer" vs. KJ's Day as bourgeois art object or project.
but as i say, i do see Kent's indefatigable critiques of contemporary cultural production as an extension of the same concerns that informed his earlier work in education & poetry.
........richard owens 810 richmond ave buffalo NY 14222-1167
damn the caesars, the journal damn the caesars, the blog
--- On Sun, 9/27/09, Tim Allen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Tim Allen
<[log in to unmask]> Subject: Re: 'Day' by Kent Johnson To: [log in to unmask] Date: Sunday, September 27, 2009, 8:07 AM
In case there is any misunderstanding here let me just say that I by no means mean there should be any transparent link between writer and text. If however, like David, I perceive bourgeois values and tones to be apparent within the text itself, then I think it is right to mention it, and not be put off saying it because the writer in question is supposed to be within some radical or innovative scene. For me this has nothing to do with Kent Johnson by the way - he's far more complicated.
Anyway, I repeat, I am talking 'texts', not 'writer', it is an important distinction. We never know the 'writer'.
Tim A. On 27 Sep 2009, at 12:44, richard owens wrote: SEAN &C:
it's also worth adding that a good deal of Kent's work over the past 30 years has been given to issues of literacy, social justice & economic inequality -- i.e. he _chooses_ to teach Spanish at a community college (w/ a PhD on Creeley &c) vs. competing for a "successful" hackademic career; he worked teaching literacy in Nicaragua during the Sandinista Revolution, edited an anthology of Sandinista poetry, etc.
rich ...
........richard owens 810 richmond ave buffalo NY 14222-1167
damn the caesars, the
journal damn the caesars, the blog
--- On Sun, 9/27/09, Sean Bonney <[log in to unmask]">[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Sean Bonney <[log in to unmask]">[log in to unmask]> Subject: Re: 'Day' by Kent Johnson To: [log in to unmask]">[log in to unmask] Date: Sunday, September 27, 2009, 7:24 AM
David, it looks pretty clear that Kent's work is a satire on Kenny Goldsmith. Second, this is the second time in as many weeks that you've accused someone of being "bourgeois", neither time with much justification. Whats the problem?
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--- On Sun, 27/9/09, David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]> Subject: Re: 'Day' by Kent Johnson To: [log in to unmask] Date: Sunday, 27
September, 2009, 6:02 AM
My, Kent's come on. I used to know him before he became a famous bourgeois writer, you know, he even once suggested we collaborate, but I never got him to specially sign anything. I guess though I would have had to pay for that privelige. One thing, he is a bit out of date, the art of plagiarism by middle-class authors was long ago perfected by Messrs Chaucer and Shakespeare. My love to him and his non-ego. David Bircumshaw Author of 'If It's On the Internet, It Doesn't Exist'
2009/9/26 Jeffrey Side <[log in to unmask]> 'Day' a new work by Kent Johnson:
http://www.digitalemunction.com/2009/09/22/advertisement-kent- johnsonsday/
Price: $21, plus shipping and handling. ($250 for each of ten numbered copies signed by the Author, no charge for shipping and handling.) All copies come with specially designed, affixed stickers (on cover, back cover, title page, spine, etc.) to impart authorship, copyright, blurbs, and co-​production.
If the 836-pp. Day established Kenny Goldsmith as without a doubt the leading conceptual poet of his time, the 836-pp. Day by Kent Johnson may well be remembered for nudging the politics of Conceptual Poetry out of blithely affirmative, institutional framings, and into truly nega tional critical spaces.
–Juliana Spahr
Recent trends in technologies of
communication have already begun to subvert the romantic bastions of “creativity” and “authorship,” calling into question the propriety of copyright through strategies of plagiaris tic appropriation… Such developments have caused poets to theorize an innovative aesthetics of “conceptual literature” that has begun to ques tion, if not to abandon, the lyrical mandate of originality in order to explore the potentials of the “uncreative,” be it automatic, mannerist, aleatoric, or readymade, in its literary practice… Such activity (employ ing self and ego-​effacing tactics via uncreativity, unoriginality, appropri ation, plagiarism, fraud, theft, and falsification as its precepts) has become one of the most radical, if not one of the most popular, limit-​ cases
of the avant-​garde at the advent of the millennium. With Day, Kent Johnson claims his place as one of the major figures of this new writing, showing, in single move, how Conceptual Poetry has been nearly forty years behind the politics of Institutional Critique.
–Christian Bök
As he once asked, at the blog of the Poetry Foundation (though with what seems in retrospect a disingenuous banality), “Nearly one hundred years after Duchamp, why hasn’t appropriation become a valid, sus tained[,] or even tested literary practice?” Here now, Kent Johnson wagers the query with a vengeance, brazenly upping the ante of Uncre ative dialectic by throwing down before us a readymade gesture that is nothing but dizzying in the synthesis of its conception: a flagrant appro priation of a Conceptual work’s
Authorship and Copyright, categories which themselves had been branded into this same text, in flagrant appropriation by another K (yes, me), in first, antithetical instance. Thus, here at Boring Ranch, in gamble with a gambol, he claims all the cow chips, one could say, with the searing, asterisked irony of a double- K smoking iron. His Day emerges hot and bright from the dead-​dark of an innocent pre-​dawn, a sort of authentic Afterlife that rises from the “original” simulacral body in which it had lain (latent and expec tant). As in the best of Sherrie Levine, but more radically still, it sum mons us, now, that we might think harder in its sudden light. Indeed, Kent Johnson’s Day stands as the first Conceptual gesture of its kind in the history of American poetry: An open, literal theft of an entire “book,”
exhibited without shame, as a new and strange Work of Art in our Museum of Modern Poetry. I can only tip my hat.
–Kenny Goldsmith
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