you're my idol joe
KS
On 10/07/07, joe green <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> If we are going to get serious about comedy in poetry... then ok..... Let's get serious. First of all why is there no definition of the move that, in the second place, undercuts and transfixes this easy literary chat derivative and vain?
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> May I add myself to the roundtable?
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> Joe Green
> Comedy:: The L'espacement of the
> Aufhebung that ravishes -- under a "false" appearance -- absence that --
> tourjours deja perdu -- re-presents itself as the copula between
> Being and Becoming.
> I wrote that in 92 damn it. No-one noticed?
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> This definition is, of course, post-festum.
> My post-festum definition -- the really nice mockery of a certain copula --
> is really what is required. Off we would go to Nietzsche for the
> earnest joke that is Aufbehung -- a sly hint at often hung --
> a quick glance at the crucifixion then quickly back to the supplement
> -- the fine excess -- of the two "thes" -- the sturdy Anglo-Saxon "the"
> and its shield wall and the "L" -- the woman -- the Norman invader
> that supplements the "the" (we are talking about the Norman invasion
> here -- Hastings -- the beginning of English) that -- I say --
> supplements the "the" but... actually forces it out -- the point of
> "espacement" -- so now the suspicion that what is really meant
> is Lebensraum and so a gulf is opened between the French and the
> German -- a little WW1 -- an abyss but also a trench and who WHO
> charges across the no-man's land but the doughty English possessive
> "of" and the most definite definite Austin-like definite article "the."
> So here in five words that begin the definition we have a summary
> of 1000 years of history and literature as well as a reflection
> on the fate (or fatum) of the transcendental ego.
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> So maybe now we can make a beginning.
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> Ho Ho -- time for a personal anecdote.
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> Several years ago I met Peter O'Toole as we were micturating
> together. (We older fellows micturate). I've met a lot of notable
> fellows this way -- including Northrop Frye -- and you get to feel
> that you know a person when you meet in this manner. I began
> the conversation by using the word "soigne." I then followed up
> with a deft "soi-distant." I was holding an O'Toole Martini in
> one hand (which is, by the way, a swish of Glennlivet, icy Bombay
> Sapphire, Tio Pepe and an incendiary twist of orange) and gesticulating
> with the other which may account for the fact that Peter was looking
> wildly about during our conversation. I mentioned that I would like
> to manufacture a prosthesis that could be fitted around the shoulders
> of gentlemen under their jackets to help their jackets drape
> in the O'Toolish manner beloved by all. He seemed quite agreeable.
> I also mentioned in passing that there was a secret society of
> Atlantean origins called the O'Tooles dedicated to bringing a little
> sang-froid to the numinous void and began recounting the history of
> our organization but he zipped up after bouncing only once (Nature
> has, presumably, favored him with the ability to do this and remain
> quite dry) quickly moved out of the way of the amber stream of
> my own contentment (the man moves like a fencer) said something
> cheery to me in High British and was out the door.
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> Which brings us to comedy in poetry.
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> I am a comic poet.
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> Let me fix the rest of you fellows with a gimlet eye and address you.:
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> Here
> "You see how it is. I accept this Eternity of Pain so that you
> might live. Do you think that there is no-one holding back
> the dark that would devour you just because so far you have
> given no indication that you have read the essays of Sir
> Thomas Browne and no indication that you ever will? Do you not
> know that you would be whisked off to Hell in a trice if I were
> not holding back the dark that dogs our feet that eats what's
> sickened of? You caper about playing of your lute under windows,
> delighting in your close-kneed colored suit and the new gilt-handled
> sword and dandling your bastard children and trapping Doll in the stairwell
> and remarking to your diary of the strange slavery you hold to beauty
> and never know -- you darling of Aurora's bed -- of the forces that
> would do so much more than nibble your nice phlebotomy -- if we comic poets
> did not -- boot and saddle to horse and away, hurrah! -- ride
> into Tophet itself to keep you -- YOU -- from all harm."
> Ok maybe in this little instance, I am the only fellow at this here roundtable to penetrate the limits of the diaphane.
> That's how it is. Grace comes but once. I came twice and got the job. Next.
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> TheOldMole <[log in to unmask]> wrote: This is actually a subject I think about as little as possible, since I
> mostly can't keep humor out of my poems for very long. And anything you
> can't get away from, it's best not to try to understand too much. That's
> why my marriage has worked so well.
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> Gabriel Gudding wrote:
> > http://jacketmagazine.com/33/humpo-discussion.shtml
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> >
> > George Bowering
> > Maxine Chernoff
> > Katie Degentesh
> > Gabriel Gudding
> > Rachel Loden
> > Ange Mlinko
> > K. Silem Mohammad
> > D. A. Powell
> > Ron Silliman
> > Gary Sullivan
> >
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> --
> Tad Richards
> http://www.opus40.org/tadrichards/
> http://opusforty.blogspot.com/
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