A Ditty of Sorts

Read Marlowe's Faustus last night and this morning. The result is this:

Poor Kit Marlowe
Dined with a spy;
Poor Kit Marlowe
Stabbed in the eye;
Poor Kit Marlowe
Made not a cry;
Poor Kit Marlowe
Time for you to die.

Pure doggerel, I know. But that is sort of the point. It totally trivializes a man's life and untimely death. It is also the polar opposite of Marlowe's line ("thunderous" I believe was Ben Johnson's term for it). I believe it has some sort of use as ironic commentary. If poetry is news that stays news, then here is news that became legend that becomes something I think kids could jump rope to. Not sure if this means anything or not; I don't have time to get into it at the moment.

Also, in looking over all these little entries I make, I understand that most are nothing more than bits and pieces of lost wholes. They are there I suppose as examples of how language is making meaning at the moment of some sort of incipient creation. Obviously not the stuff of canonical lit.

HWat can happen when your fingers are too big for the keyboard

Type-o
No
twenty7

RE: Contractions

At a certain pt.
the line
orally speaking
between
'I want a drink'
and
'I want to drink'
dis
appears
i.e. I
wanna drink.

Here are a couple of visuals that came to me. I would imagine it is a safe bet that a Geoff Huth type has probably done the same or similar; they seem so obvious. If so, I do not claim them as my work, although they were new to me. Anyway:

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sp ce


Double Talk

ssaayy

Oh, what a secular world!

Get thee behind me,
Stan.

I have struggled with the idea of this blog for quite awhile now. I mean, how many more poetry blogs does the world need? I guess I'm just another narcissistic prick who wants his private rants and broodings put on public display. My consolation here is that I have faith that no one will actually read any of this. So why make it public in the first place? I suppose my final answer to that was "why the hell not?" I have largely eschewed more conventional outlets for publication for the last year or more, so this is one way of getting work out there. I see the web as one huge poetry editor: if the work is good, I'll hear about it eventually, if it sucks, no one will read it. It's the perfect market when you think about it. Anyone can write anything they want and just post away to their heart's content. Maybe someone reads it, maybe no one does. Somewhere down the line, the cream will rise to the top.

At any rate, the whole idea behind this was to throw out a few poems here and there, talk about what I do and how I do it. I find myself fascinating (narcissistic prick!), maybe someone else will find the ideas presented useful or interesting. At any rate, I find discussions of poetics of great value, both as an influence on my own work and as an approach to understanding that of others. Along with my own stuff, I'm sure I'll talk about the work of anyone else I might happen to be into at the moment. I mean, are there ever enough mentions of Robert Creeley or Roky Erickson on the Web? I think not.