These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Consider incompleteness as a verb


























That uncrossable gulf between home and away.
-Steve Himmer, excerpt from The Importance of Unwritten Postcards

Image: Plate photographed through tissue. The frontispiece to The Giant-Killer: or, The Battle Which All Must Fight, by A.L.O.E. (Charlotte Maria Tucker, 1856). Original from Oxford University. Digitized July 12, 2006.
Title: Anne Carson, Plainwater

Saturday, December 8, 2012

There is a language older by far and deeper than words



























 
 
 
"The very function of poetry is to be as universal as possible, 
 
and that demands that we rectify, simplify, enlarge our lived 
 
experience, so that our words have properties that make them 
 
on the whole comprehensible and lived anew—the reader must 
 
understand that what is obscure in the poem proves that words 
 
should not be reduced to a game of concepts, which in turn 
 
would engender ideology, death. It is not a question of 
 
understanding a poem concept by concept, for that would mean 
 
tearing it away from its basis, which is not thought but 
 
experience.”
Yves Bonnefoy

Image: James Glaisher, Travels in the Air, 1871
Title: Derrick Jensen

Friday, December 7, 2012

There is no Frigate like a Book























“You live several lives while reading.” 
 
-William Styron


Image: Thomas Dibdin, Bibliomania, or, Book-madness : a bibliographical romance, 1842
Title: Em Dickinson

Thursday, December 6, 2012

The poem is not a vehicle, it is an act of transportation



























Tourists don’t know where they have been. Travelers don’t 
 
know where they are going.
 
 
-Paul Theroux

Image: Otto Steinert

Title: Eliot Weinberger, “The River”

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

At First I Knew it Not






















There is the paper and then there is the person.
-Francesca Woodman (NY Review of Books)

Image: Found 
Title: Currer Bell

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Writing with my eyes instead of my hands

























In a dark time, the eye begins to see.
-Theodore Roethke
Image: James Renwick, First principles of natural philosophy 
Title: Mary Ruefle 

Sunday, November 25, 2012

And So We Live And Are Forever Leaving
























 Child, I tell you now it was not
the animal blood I was hiding from,
it was the poet in her, the poet and
the terrible stories she could tell.
-Lucille Clifton from “Telling Our Stories“


Image: Oleksandr Hnatenko
Title: Rilke

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Trying to Find the Door























    A map of the true part of you, reader, would show every place where you have been from your birthplace to the place where you sit now reading this page… And when every place where you have ever been on every day of your life has been marked on the map of the true part of you, why then, reader, the map has been barely marked. There are still to mark all those places you have dreamed of yourself seeing or remembering or dreaming about.
-Gerald Murnane, Inland
Image: Chad Wys, from the series The Critique of Gesture
Title: Nod to Adam Fuss

Monday, November 19, 2012

Furrow and Word

















Joseph Conrad, landlocked but reliving the sea, wrote much of his work with a favorite pen.

-Joshua CohenThe Font of the Hand

Image: Bianca Brunner, Split, 2010

Title: Nod to Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions (Rosmarie Waldrop, translator)

Thursday, November 15, 2012

A psychic state achievable through geography
























    Ancient exiles,
 Tell me about your seas…

   -Arthur Rimbaud, from “Comedy of Thirst”
 Image: Found
 Title: Nod to Rebecca Solnit from A Field Guide to Getting Lost


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

An inevitable locomotive
























We must admit there will be music despite everything.*
-Jack Gilbert, "A Brief for the Defense"

*"Poetry, for me," he declares in a 1965 essay, "is a witnessing to magnitude." In poems he sings of a "magnitude of pain, of being that much alive," and "a magnitude of beauty that allows me no peace." +

Yes. And yes.

[R.I.P., Jack. 11.11.12]

Image: Etienne Martin, Le Manteau, 1962

Sunday, November 11, 2012

To make this place another




















It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.
-Marguerite Duras

Image: Petah CoyneUntitled # 735 (Monks II), 1992
Title: Susan Sontag from the essay, “Unguided Tour”