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Oppen note from daybook IV:I

Each decade a tap is opened
Which becomes the easiest thing to run out of.
It is exhilerating as running water.
This is an image

Of the fact
Of the thousands
Who in the name of originality
Are determined to write
As everyone else in that decade


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The Generals Play Video Games: a short list of ways the internet, iphones, and technology is effecting my and some other writing in 2009 part 1

This isn't an essay, don't worry. I am going to think about things publicly a little. I think about these things a lot and rarely bring it into public. I am going to make this list with headers. I will try to be as concise as possible.


A newish (decades old) method of editing that can make it tough to tell how much has changed between the first draft and the final product. In this method of editing one may write some, then go back to the beginning and edit word by word. This is like a one step forward, two steps back method of writing. Editing in this method makes it so that by the time something is completed, it has already been edited many times-with no physical evidence of drafting. Sometimes, records of drafts are hidden on the hard drive, or saved with titles like: 'title:1;title2;titlecomplete'. This may be related to the phenomenon of students not showing their work, when completing a math problem on a scientific calculator.


The line made with a typewriter is different than the line written on a computer. Computer editing is not the only reason.

When I write on a typer there is more time taken to physically manipulate the paper and machine; this leads to longer lines of association or a backlogging effect of association (in continuous writing). I get tired faster when working on a typewriter, and at times, when I am too tired I can not work at the typewriter, because thinking about it makes me more tired. In times like those I may put in a piece of paper and leave it. The typewriter leaves one (or some carbon) copy, these can be lost, given away, damaged, or misplaced. However, there is emotion in the typing itself that may move one, when typing into the computer, to become more emotive and related to the initial emotional outpour. This aid often changes poems completely. Basically, it is a writing machine, and nothing else.

The computer acts as a resource and a distraction. The resources give the writer super power like intellect, so long as they continue to write on the project and not get sucked into the web of games and porn and fun fun fun. I mean Kevin Costner is on the web 24/7. How could anyone continue to focus when that is around. Number one resource on the computer: other people. These people can sometimes save from loneliness, aide in projects, and just think generally different. This thinking makes writing on the computer a possibly public experience, something that lacks on the typer. And a computer,over many years, can help teach you how to spell.

I think that both are really important tools for the writer in today's writing life. Neither is needed really, both extra, but both add things. I believe a typewriter phrasing or breath length is different, and helps add versatility, while a computer has resources and connections like an important ceo-it can go either way.


These things are so important. I don't know how so many people managed to do magazines back in the back in the day. That is impressive. This is important, and impressive sometimes, and it doesn't matter. It is a marketplace that doesn't operate on money as much as the wealth of writing being made today. These little things put out ebooks and little books and regular books. They are the sign of a people committed to developing community. I think it is a growing marketplace, that will soon become a minor leagues of publishing. The big presses will see the possibilities, and start to buy things. These presses will start to be put up like top authors, eventually, and stream line so new kind of things into the marketplace- to stimulate the overall marketplace of books and kindle buying. This is just an ideal outlook, but I think it makes sense in the movements of books to digital release, why not try to make money all the way up the book ladder, if the top isn't making as much.


This device is a sign of things to come. It is an iceberg tip. Wow, when I was young I your a vest to carry the books and notebooks and pens and recorders and phone and cd player. A hunting vest, all the time, because I was writing constantly and wanted to read and think with people on paper. If I had an Iphone this wouldn't be needed. That device is a whole vest of things, really crazy-just the start. I borrowed a friend's for an hour at a concert. I wrote two poems standing in the concert crowd. Iphone just means any next generation device at this point.


quotes from 'George Oppen's Serial Poems' by Alan Golding

describing the long poem, in context of oppen's serial poems.

most paradigms for reading the american long poem or sequence cannot accommodate Oppen's work...(others describe as) 'an effort to wrest a hero from history'-an effort on the poet's part to make himself or herself into that hero by persuing through poetry a struggle for 'self-idenification and self-preservation'...'the epic struggle of modern times.' Oppen's series, however, are resolutely nonmythopoetic and nonheroic, and he suspects the ambition and large vision by which ...measures the success of the american epic.

Oppen is temparmentally suspicious of the large claims for poetry, of the expansive tone and form which in various ways characterize the modernist long poem.

For Oppen, poetry is a form of thinking, and the serial poem allows him a different, a more extendedand flexible form of thinking than is possible in the lyric...'the series permits any number of variations without forcing new beginnings and without losing sight of the object.'

By Oppen, cited in essay:

out of poverty
to begin



Soul-searching, these perscriptions,
Are a medical faddism, an attempt to escape,
To lose oneself in the self.
The self is no mystery, the mystery is
That there is something for us to stand on.


what breath there is
In the rib cage we must draw
from the dimensions



the simplest
words say the grass blade
hides the blaze
of a sun
to throw a shadow
in which bugs crawl
at the roots of the grass


Bill Williams can do the mash potato better than all of us

Everytime i heard william carlos williams refered to in a letter he was called bill. I tend to read so many of these letters that I start thinking of these writers by the first name. I don't know why. Bill is a doctor. A liver of life. He sees that pain that is so hard to come by with a clean bill of mental health. And he was so gentle. He was like linen. I imagine his poems in the morning or in transit at night. the wheelbarrow is morning, queen anne's lace? not sure, plums, the genius of this house. I guess i say night in transit because when I was younger I saw a documentary about him, and there was alot of stock doctor at night montages going on.

Williams wrote short poems, but he had huge ambition. I see this ambition in paterson. This long poem is powerful and raw. When I was starting writing, there were things in paterson I wanted to learn how to do like:
he did it with such ease, as if he didnt even know there was a visual device being created by the text. that is what i envied, like the way I envied olson for his use of the page in maximus (all the white space is inspiring).

I don't really know why bill wrote his whole life. it is against the grain to consistently write, have a fultime job, have love in family and wife, a place in the community. This fact alone, makes williams one of the rare infultrators. He was able to get into the grit of life and communicate it to us poets in our rooms looking for work. He had one foot in real life and one in the world of writing. Powerful man.

He has a sweet voice. I imagine him as the most sincere person I ever met. The kind of guy that was an old man in mind, before the body caught up and his wisdom started to make sense.


link to martin being martin and some plan notes

sorry. I realized the link doesn't work on here, and instead of fixing it right now I am putting up a post to link you to poems by Martin Wall.

I am doing this to keep a short update, while working on some longer two and three part series. Jack Spicer, Robert Duncan, and Robin Blaser are coming. Out of order. The order is going to hell, I may abandon it. These three are an important team and I was reading The Holy Forest a few nights ago and the power that is between those three returned to me. I love a good group. A team. I think that comes from a mental model produced through my youth in team sports. I will always favor a working team to a solo act. Though I relate more to the solo act, because my teams always fall apart. I am a solo act by default. Only a couple people respond to my emails. I think I come off as overbearing because I treat everyone like they are my only friend in emails. That was a segue. I am working on a suite of brief recaps of the books of letter I have. first up is Pound/Joyce. stayed tuned. please stay tuned.

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