The pseudocryptic ant writing of Old English scribes
The pseudocryptic ant writing of Old English scribes
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The pseudocryptic ant writing of Old English scribes
The pseudocryptic ant writing of Old English scribes
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Maybe a bit like this
Maybe a bit like this
I was at a lovely poetry event last night, Kitchen Sessions Bellingham, very capacious in its tastes (its heart also), though the emphasis was spoken word, and I found me thinking near the end, Cool. Spoken word poets are the scops, the bards, of our time. And this form they work in, spoken word, is about the one form we’ve got that says direct intense heartfelt personal disclosure is crucial to…
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On trauma, karma, genre
On trauma, karma, genre
I’ve felt ashamed, in the face of Paris, Homs, Beirut, drowning seas off Turkey and Lesbos, murdered and maimed Frenchwomen and men, Syrian migrants around whom walls of the mind have now reached further skyward, to have been vexed by my little troubles – though for whatever reason, surgery, readiness, the fall’s brought them forward for my study.
But harm is harm. Sometimes we confuse the…
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To translate the translator
To translate the translator
Third and last of the aleatory proposals is mine. Strikes me as dullest of the three. Buzz goes, buzz buzz. And with that ringing encomium – read on.
I’ll present on Overject, an exercise in total translation– translation that holds every verbal and visual trace that can be caught of how a poem refracts as it passes through its translator. The project performs various manipulations on its…
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Total translation suggests that the smallest unit of translation is not the word or line or phrase but, as Keith Waldrop wryly notes, the whole poem, or, as Rothenberg might add, the whole-poem-in-performance.
Charles Bernstein, forward to Writing Through by Jerome Rothenberg
Disruption of the text
This morning's homophonic translation, with disruption, and aster petals.
Had thought to take a break from Overject, I really had. Bundled up 60 pages of it, handed them to my two most trusted readers, and I told me, This would be the time to take a breather, get some distance, reapproach in a little while with some new perspective.
Not.
What’s to tell? I just couldn’t get happy till I was back at it with the Sharpies.
So here I am, embarked on part II, and am at a…
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