February 27, 2004

A chance to go to New Jersey for half a day. Yes, I accept the challenge.

Posted by John Most at 01:06 PM

Institutional discrimination, pass the antacid.

Posted by John Most at 12:24 PM

February 26, 2004

It must be that these words are signs of life.

Posted by John Most at 11:50 AM

February 25, 2004

The ghost of Breece Pancake knocked on my apartment door. It said 'don't do it, catfish are tastier than you think.' I said 'last week, when my brother told my parents about his engagement at Blank's, Robert Duvall was two tables over. If we had been there, we could have taken that eggsucker, like two mountain lions, me and you.' Then Breece left, off to the Hudson or some other body of water. And I wondered if Robert has a temper. More than likely, I could have started one hell of a fight.


Posted by John Most at 06:28 PM

nothing trumps greed

Posted by John Most at 01:37 PM

My first feeling of the phrase "a walk in the park." Another urbane expression.

Posted by John Most at 12:43 PM

February 24, 2004

started Hermetic Definition by H.D., The Cold of Poetry by Lyn Hejinian, and Disobedience by Alice Notley.

Posted by John Most at 10:04 PM

February 23, 2004

Go back and revisit the lesson. I don't think you picked up the explicit points that were made. If you could do this, I would feel safer upon my return to the region in question.

Posted by John Most at 04:00 PM

February 22, 2004

started The Lores by Robert Sheppard (Reality Street 2003)

Posted by John Most at 04:30 PM

February 20, 2004

Here are two points from Robert Sheppard's "Propositions 1987" in far language:

7 Defamiliarisation and deformation are subversive and transformative elements in the poetic text.

7.2 It is not a question of reproducing a coherent utopian vision (or a consistent discourse) but of producing active 'figures' or 'noise'--depending upon one's metaphor--which frustrate naturalisation and notions of social consistency.

Posted by John Most at 11:01 AM

February 19, 2004

an exhibitionist in a john boat

Posted by John Most at 03:58 PM

February 18, 2004

Two pieces of journalism that I read by accident: 1) thoughts on the life of Hugh Kenner by Guy Davenport at The New Criterion 2) Harvard announces Dana Gioia's centrist NEA policies in the Gazette.

Posted by John Most at 11:04 AM

February 17, 2004

started far language by Robert Sheppard. a collection of shorter pieces from 1978-1999 that addresses "linguistically innovative poetry."

Posted by John Most at 04:06 PM

Oh, ok. Most American art is consumer culture. Thanks for finally filling me in on this important topic--men will urinate on almost anything. Sod crave jar oligarchy. One aristocrat for another. All of the pieces can't be kings.

Posted by John Most at 01:42 PM

February 13, 2004

It seems I've spent most of the week working on other projects, and nothing has appeared here.

Posted by John Most at 01:33 PM

February 12, 2004

A girl named Bill getting on a Jo Kondo mailing list.

Posted by John Most at 09:46 AM

February 11, 2004

I'm not sure if I read this somewhere: in three hundred years I won't know what "poker face" means. I'll need a dictionary.

Posted by John Most at 12:55 PM

February 09, 2004

The super effects of insignificant actions equal euphoria.

Posted by John Most at 04:23 PM

February 07, 2004

Dear Kaleb,

. . .the other night I had the chance to hear Jackson Mac Low read for the first time. David Kirschenbaum, editor of Boog City, hosted the event at ACA Galleries in Chelsea. The featured renegade was Chax Press from Tuscon. The line I remember from Mac Low’s reading was “foregoing the experience of foregoing.” The crowd overpowered his voice, so I couldn’t catch it all, but the poems were apparently from a series, evolving around Stein and Carroll and I didn’t hear. . .The night turned, for various reasons, into a dual celebration of Chax Press and Singing Horse Press. With your puritanical beliefs in location literature, you might have sniffed Hank Lazer’s use of “all get out.” You would have taken to Charles Bernstein’s repetition of bricklayer. Maybe I remember the man babbling on the corner of eighth avenue or the eagle on Mac Low’s post office envelope, or Nick Piombino’s black folder or the flash orchestra flute player stepping on my boot, or the babbling man gaffing the seventh storey, or the eagle’s nest. . .You would also have been disappointed in me. I kept to myself then left, having not talked to a single person. . .

Posted by John Most at 04:39 PM

disruption disruption disruption disruption disruption disruption disruption disruption

Posted by John Most at 12:09 PM

February 06, 2004

"foregoing the experience of foregoing" dot dot dot

Posted by John Most at 12:54 PM

February 03, 2004

rereading The Desert Music and Other Poems William Carlos Williams, This is Which George Oppen, "A" Louis Zukofsky. started Forbidden Entries John Yau

Posted by John Most at 06:46 PM
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