The Library of Congress, or: "Perhaps you'll answer correctly tomorrow, Canada!"

My new ID says I should probably write this down:

The Library of Congress is BEAUTIFUL... especially if you keep walking through the proper tunnels and doorways into the place where real work can happen. It's called Jefferson, y'all, like ye ole president we had, and it's really neat to learn how to get there.

I was taught by very many people, including 1st and foremost, my mom & dad, my "Brothers&Sisters," Porter-Gaud School, The University of Georgia, and all the athletic associations associated with them.

I appreciate all of these priv...GIFTS very much and, like Lee Greenwood SANG:

I'm proud to be an American. Where at least I know I'm free. And I won't ever forget ANY OF THAT SHIT! EVER! Especially not the Beatles. <3

Corol Lir... "Nothing, my lord."

Did you see this performed at UCLA's Royce Hall in October 2007?

http://www.mckellen.com/stage/lear07/la.htm

http://www.pbs.org/wnet/gperf/episodes/king-lear/watch-the-play/487/

Chuck and I did, along with some others who cared to travel there then. We both think a lot of things about the play and the experience. :P

1. ACROSS CLUE: "theanyspacewhatever" 2008

nancy spector: "an exhibition in ten parts"

"Paradigm shifts in art are not always decade specific. They can take place at any point in time, seemingly at random, but usually as a counterpoint to what happened before. Regardless of this fact, art movements tend to be thought of in ten-year sequences; Abstract Expressionism, for instance, belongs to the 1950s, and Pop art, the 1960s. Such classifications are often applied in retrospect since it is not always possible to comprehend fundamentally different stylistic and conceptual strategies until well after they first appear. Years can PASS before the implications of such RADICAL changes in art history and culture-at-large are absorbed, parsed, and ultimately defined." page the 13th.

from "Personism: A Manifesto" (FOH p.498):

"Everything is in the poems, but at the risk of sounding like the poor wealthy man's Allen Ginsberg I will write to you because I just heard that one of my fellow poets thinks that a poem of mine that can't be got at one reading is because I was confused too. Now, come on. I don't believe in god, so I don't have to make elaborately sounded structures. I hate Vachel Lindsay, always have; I don't even like rhythm, assonance, all that stuff. You just go on your nerve. If someone's chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don't turn around and shout, "Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep."

*** I Am Not A Painter ***

I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,

**************************

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jasper_Johns

"In Memory of My Feelings"

8/8/82

_The Ringing Ear_:
Sharan Strange
"Night Work"
In the changeling air before morning
they are silhouettes. Dark ones
with the duskiness of predawn on them
and the shading of dust and sweat.
Busying themselves in buidlings,
on scaffolds, and on the black
washed pavements, they are phantoms
of the city--guardians of parking lots
and lobby desks, tollbooths, meters,
the all-nights and delivery trucks.
At bus stops they are sentinels
and the drivers. Launderers and cleaners
readying the offices and untidy houses
of privilege. Cooks heaping up meals
for the well fed, the disabled, or the indifferent.
Trash-takers, making room for more.
Nurses, eternally watching.

(page 21)

I love ampersands, California, and Watermelons... perennially.

from _The Postmoderns: The New American Poetry Revisited_ ed. Allen & Butterick
copyrights: 1982!

The Stillness of the Poem

The stillness of the jungle
a clearing amid the vines
which distant bird sounds enter,
timidly. The overpowering silence
of the jungle clearing
into which Rhinoceri &
other wild beasts are always
charging suddenly from the canebrake
to reveal themselves
one instant
in all their natural savagery
or fear,
their nature made known to us
out of the jungle's quiet.

The stillness of the poem
a moment full of silence &
portent, like
the sudden halt of great machines.
Silence that becomes a fabric
to clothe the consciousness
... the events & observations of
a walk up Market Street
are admitted, as if
from a great distance,
the White Rhinoceros
charging
suddenly, in the form of a sailor
with a shopping bag
whom nobody notices.

Ron Loewinsohn b. 1937
University of California, Berkeley.

http://berkeley.edu/news/berkeleyan/1998/0715/loewinsohn.html

Front-Of-House, Frank-O'-Hara
"To the Harbormaster"

I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To you
I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
of my will. The terrible channels where
the wind drives me against the brown lips
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks, it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you. (1957)

...and ASHBERY! from "How Much Longer Will I Be Able To Inhabit the Divine Sepulcher..."

As if reading had any interest for me, you...
Now you are laughing.
Darkness interrupts my story
Turn on the light.

Meanwhile what am I going to do?
I am growing up again, in school, the crisis will be very soon.
And you twist the darkness in your fingers, you
Who are slightly older...

http://arthistory.about.com/od/from_exhibitions/ig/jasper_johns_0708/graymma_01.htm

I don't need "permission" to "publish" _TENNYSON_. Fools.

June Day, Moon Day... Jasper Johns toosday.

JASPER JOHNS
35 YEARS
LEO CAVALLI
*how do you do the copyright symbol*?
@1993
ed. Susan Brundage
essay Judith Goldman
Design Smatt Florence

also:

"Spiralineartime: Religious Calendar Formation, Momentum, and Change Within a Dynamic Time Structure" by Sarah Emily Richards.

*Both are well-written and -designed. Read 'em and weep. Literally.*

Daily Activities for Rogue Artist and Teacher.

"Poor wandering one" a "perfect and delightful example" of "operacrobatics"

ALL.

By a doctor of divinity,
Who resides in this vicinity,
By a doctor, a doctor, a doctor,
Of divinity, of divinity.

MABEL (coming forward).

RECITATIVE.

Hold, monsters! Ere your pirate caravanseri
Proceed, against our will, to wed us all,
Just bear in mind that we are Wards in Chancery,
And father is a Major-General.

Sam. (cowed). We'd better pause, or danger may befall,
Their father is a Major-General.

Girls. Yes, yes; he is a Major-General!

(The Major-General has entered unnoticed, on rock.)

Gen. Yes, I am a Major-General!

...

Song -- Major-General.*
note 452-96: _I am the very model of a modern Major-General_
"Major-General Stanley introduces himself in one of the fastest and most famous of all the Gilbert and Sullivan patter songs. It must also be one of the most parodied. The American comedian Tom Lehrer set the entire table of chemical elements to the tune, beginning 'There's antimony, arsenic, aluminium, selenium'.
In its original version the song began 'I am the very pattern of a modern Major-General'. Its distinctive rhythm, with sixteen syllables to the line, is found in the Grand Duke Rudolph's song 'A pattern to professors of monarchal autonomy' in _the Grand Duke_, which contains the major-general-like line 'I weigh out tea and sugar with precsion mathematical'."

Gee whiz, Ian, you may have the experience of "Gilbert and Sullivan" existing as "very much a male taste" ... but this chick can stomach it just fine. Maybe it was you, just a decade or two ago.