
Zombie art…
Art in art in art…

Art in art in art…

1) I have been thinking, about a lot of things. Thoughts, disembodied words, pale ghosts in chains, tied down, heavy though unlettered, each thought a death, single, unattached yet threaded, woven of many deaths, many names, many thinkers, oppositions [...]
In such a state, I revisit old touchstones. From the Foreword of Cathy Park Hong’s Dance dance revolution:
The language [in the Desert], while borrowing the inner structures of English Grammar, also borrows from existing and extinct English dialects. Here, new faces pour in and civilian accents morph so quickly that their accents betray who they talked to that day rather than their cultural roots. Fluency is also a matter of opinion. There is no tuning fork to one’s twang. (Hong, 19) (read more)
An interview with Cathy Park Hong is here: http://www.pw.org/content/interview_poet_cathy_park_hong?cmnt_all=1

Maybe (and I’m sure it has been said before) poetry proliferates exactly because of and in spite of its interaction with silences, boundaries not really there except they are drawn by some hand or eye or ear, by perceived absence. I always think poetry describes absence by the presence of the missing, the chalkline often referenced in this webspace. Poetry exists alongside silence, the differences between persons, the necessity to communicate, the inability to speak, to know ahead of time what one means to say, to elaborate after the time has passed or in absence/death. (more)

Why to stop where we stop? Why break it off where it’s broken? To round up or down? By what standard? To what place? Pi to the millionth place and still going…this post a continuation that will only trail off after digression, implication, circulation…
There are many aspects to proliferation and its dampening, many faces it shows us in the mirror, but there appear two basic and opposing sides: the impulse to proliferate and the impulse to control. It is maybe a reflection of what we often call “the human condition” (the human dis-ease?) that we fail to notice proliferation until the impulse to prune takes hold. (read more)

Having just seen our fifth child into the world, my wife and I have some experience of proliferation:
1. The growth or production of cells by multiplication of parts
2. A rapid and often excessive spread or increase
Maybe not an exact description of having children, but when you’ve hit the number of five kids and look back at the relatively short time (that nevertheless feels like a long time, a profusion of times both alike and particulate), that short time it took to get from 2 adults to 7 human beings is (to me) proliferation. (read more)
















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