This post should probably still be in Drafts, (very short,) but I haven't published anything in a long time so please think of it as an Update in Progress....
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Still in isolation. I suppose you could call it Covid-related but it's more than that. Much more. I have withdrawn from life. It has always been a natural tendency but now it is a fully realized thing. A reality. From virtual to real. (That's Bergson influenced.)
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Isolationist perusing: Elizabeth Kaye in Tibet; and etc. (see Goodreads); then back to perusing; Bergson....length and tedium of....there is the tedium of chapter lengths but that's really not tedium but an annoyance with my attention span limitations due in fact to lazyness, escapism, etc; then, the continual perusal of Sharon Olds, the Diamond Sutra, and a textual reading of Barthelme's Snow White; is it homeopathic? (as opposed to homophobic..) etc.
........at least, I keep everydayness at bay.
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Dot..., Dot..., Dot..., (As Sylvester always said, for those of you who aren't familiar with my oeurve.)
As the Covid International Emergency was developing, so was a nervous disorder which I attributed, probably rightly, to stress, [starts out with a Hives breakout] but which it turns out is also genetic, ...[developing]. And boy, how it has developed. The story is long and not attractive and the condition is also quite uncomfortable. I refer to my presently still galloping case of Psoriasis. Just in case you were thinking of coming to Florida to gaze fondly at my skin.
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Mercury in Retrograde
On second thought, Mercury seems to be in retrograde all the fucking time, so let's just scratch that. (...but not my skin!) Earlier today, (9/17/22), I saw somewhere on a news crawl that it and three planets are in retrograde all at the same time. What kind of Universe is that? Infinite, I guess. (My Capricorn sun sign has three planets in Capricorn.) Not that I believe any of that...oh well, you know.
...imagined titles for someone's future fiction or non-fiction; (so far, just non-fiction, but you can change that), an open list:
Where the Poo Comes Out
Otto Gross, 'The Prince of Bohemia'
Lenin's Love of the Middle Classes
A Brass Ring to Privilege, the Fictive Hamptons
Cancel Culture as Performance Art
More Cancel Culture as Performance Art
How to Cancel your Mother
Psychical Corporiality, Susan Sontag, and your Mother
Etc. .....(All above, below, and everywhere, copyrighted by me, natch.)
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Pre-Columbian Flat Affect Notes for a future post...
I'll be using Charles C. Mann's book, titled 1491, as metaphor, in a way, I guess; trying to draw some sort of parallel to his retelling of the European settlement of the Western Hemisphere, sometimes referred to Western Civilization's genocide of those Mongols who were the pedestrians who walked across the Bering Land Bridge before global warming turned it into the Bering Strait.
"The Russians are coming," sort of thing, Only, with Columbus it was "The Spanish; ...and the Italians, ...are coming". ...It kept happening, Scots-Irish mixing with Cherokee in Appalachia, German-Jewish cattlemen mixing with Vaqueroes in Mexican Texas........[Should I go on?]
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A Trip up Creeley's Creek
Here is where I remind myself that I once helped out at a Robert Creeley reading at The Guild Hall of East Hampton, (N.Y.) ...by putting up the folding chairs. The Director of the event was my friend, poet and editor Hope Harris. I got to witness the excitement had by the mostly female audience of poets and readers. Then, at some forgotten time in what was then the future I noticed that he had been involved with a poetry and pictures book, pictures by one of my favorite artists of a certain late twentieth century period, Susan Rothenberg. So I suppose let us have this section [assuming it will be fleshed out] be a list of resentments, thoughts, and cracks that further expose my already bared soul.
Creeley had real matinee idol cachet in that rarefied world of poetry. Here's a few of possible books about him.
Throwing things that stick.
Creeley's Remuda
Creeley's Hill to Die On.
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Don't have Google Panic, Just Do it!
[So I googled...] Intertextuality is the shaping of a text's meaning by another text, either through deliberate compositional strategies such as quotation, allusion, calque, plagiarism, translation, pastiche or parody,[1][2][3][4][5] or by interconnections between similar or related works perceived by an audience or reader of the text.[6] These references are sometimes made deliberately and depend on a reader's prior knowledge and understanding of the referent, but the effect of intertextuality is not always intentional and is sometimes inadvertent. Often associated with strategies employed by writers working in imaginative registers (fiction, poetry, and drama and even non-written texts like performance art and digital media),[7][8] intertextuality is now understood to be intrinsic to any text.[9]
Intertextuality has been differentiated into referential and
typological categories. Referential intertextuality refers to the use of
fragments in texts and the typological intertextuality refers to the
use of pattern and structure in typical texts.[10]
A distinction can also be made between iterability and presupposition.
Iterability makes reference to the "repeatability" of certain text that
is composed of "traces", pieces of other texts that help constitute its
meaning. Presupposition makes a reference to assumptions a text makes
about its readers and its context.[11] As philosopher William Irwin wrote, the term "has come to have almost as many meanings as users, from those faithful to Julia Kristeva's original vision to those who simply use it as a stylish way of talking about allusion and influence".[12]
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Yet more future possible projects;
(I'll explain the above at the appropriate time.)
2. Article; (Paris Review?) (The Nation?) 'How the word 'surreal' conquered the vernacular.'
*Stephen Haweis was the first husband of Mina Loy; more to come, eventually. (Severe work slowdown.)
