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Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-4276346718527511595</id><published>2010-04-21T05:49:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:04:02.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strickland and digital ecriture féminine</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Losing L’una&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; Stephanie Strickland employs the words and character of the great 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century mystic and social activist Simone Weil, creating a poetic of dense lyrical force.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the midst of this is the question of the feminine, the feminist.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Strickland writes explicitly in the book of the patriarchal poetic (&lt;i&gt;31&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;) and, in the project, posits, what I take, to be a feminist reading practice for digital poetics, one that employs both the material work and the digital page non-hierarchically, an intervention into what is a male dominated aesthetic in avant poetic practices.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How she does this is compelling and interesting: this presentation hopes to lay out an interpretation of Strickland’s possible aesthetic first through the outlining of a theoretic, and then a close reading of both the digital work and material book through this theoretic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;First, I think its necessary to justify the interpretation and theoretical model to be developed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One point of justification is in the text itself: in the poem “Actions at a point” (12) Strickland writes of Simone Weil abhorring coercion, in life and language, as a counterpoint to an Old Testament God that coerces, and in the end of this poem, abandons her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However for Strickland this abandonment of Weil by God is the beginning of the story, not the end in the early pages of &lt;i&gt;Losing L'una&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After, in the poem “Imagination” part 1, Strickland writes, “If a woman has to make/a violent effort/to behave as she would naturally be/” this is void, Nothing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However the poem states that this is a positive nothingness, better than an imagination that blocks the freedom of grace i.e. liberation from coercion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the poem “Despite the Most Active Resistance” Strickland posits explicitly who or what is performing the coercion to language of both Weil and the feminine:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;she writes with a potent and unveiled political slant in her lineation, “patriarchal poetry: to love and reject” and later in that same poem that feminine articulation is like a purloined letter and “. . a sword/hangs over: one woman/” because of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Further, in the long poem “Essay on Mis-labeling” Strickland invokes Simone Weil’s ethical views by stating “the only choice, the only &lt;i&gt;human &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;thing,/the conditions of a full life being the same /for all human beings, our vocation//in the world &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; to restore the sense/of a rightful self to those deprived of it.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is compelling by this assertion is that it is coupled and identified with Gertrude Stein, lesbian and, in our time, seen as a foundation feminist poet in early literary Modernism.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;I see this positing not only a rhetorical critique of patriarchal poetics as a whole, but a Weiling, in the sense of Simone Weil (an unveiling), of a dominate patriarchal ideology in digital poetics.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How does she accomplish this?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Critically, I see performing a number of maneuvers to arrive at a hermeneutics, an ecriture féminine in digital poetry: those maneuvers are as follows: 1. combining both physical book and digital piece (this exclusively doesn’t make a feminist/feminized text, however in combination I think it does) 2. an artist statement from both Strickland and Cynthia Lawson Jaramillo and 3. the aforementioned interpretation of &lt;i&gt;Losing L'una&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;First off, one might say I’m attending to a strawman when I say that digital poetics is a patriarchal aesthetic.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can discuss this; however, I would posit that one look at digital poetics as being constituted within a particular archive/strain of the avant-garde, an avant-garde historically composed by and from white men.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to spend too much time on this, as it is a historical fact, but I do want to note that this strain of the avant-garde from which digital poetics claims lineage appropriates the minority status for itself. To cite some remarks I made in my recent essay with Jordan Windholz in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.puertodelsol.org/"&gt;Puerto del Sol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, fifteen years ago, John Yau criticized Eliot Weinberger for making a now familiar claim about modernist-derived avant-gardisms’ appropriation of the Other.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More recently, Timothy Yu expands and further delineates the complicated relationship between ethnic and Other minorities and self-proclaimed avant-garde communities. In his &lt;i&gt;Race and the Avant-Garde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;, Yu notes the tendency for avant-garde movements to claim a position of alterity that essentially equates such groups with minorities. As Yu makes clear, often claims of aestheticism—the avant-garde’s forte—occlude politics. Yu concludes, “This is the inevitable effect of declaring that the ideological struggle of experimental writers is conducted ‘in other (aesthetic) terms’: such writers are granted access to, and indeed a monopoly over, the universalizing category of ‘the aesthetic,’ whereas women, minority, and gay writers are excluded from that category.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is, despite claims to a position of alterity, such self-proclaimed alterity in fact lends the avant-gardist a position of power that too often excludes those who are minorities by circumstance, not choice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This occlusion of the political in digital poetics we have addressed in class.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to assert Strickland is intervening in this “pure aesthetic” of the avant-garde and in extension, digital poetics, a politics of ecriture feminine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you disagree with this assessment, I point you to look at the fairly recent essay in the &lt;i&gt;Chicago Review&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;a href="http://humanities.uchicago.edu/orgs/review/CR_532_Spahr_Young.pdf"&gt;“Numbers Trouble” by JULIANA SPAHR &amp;amp; STEPHANIE YOUNG&lt;/a&gt;, you can find it online, where they point out the lack of representation of women in experimental/new/post-avant poetries and representative anthologies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, to the how.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Firstly, I want to address the division of &lt;i&gt;Losing Luna/Waveson.nets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; between the physical text and its digital counterpart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I associate this division of the work into the material work and the digital realm as an act of caesura, a line break in the form.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One may read the work in the order one wishes, however, the digital piece and the material work act as a whole.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Firstly, I want to address the division of &lt;i&gt;Losing L'una/Waveson.nets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; between the physical text and its digital counterpart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I associate this division of the work into the material work and the digital realm as an act of caesura, a line break in the form.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One may read the work in the order one wishes, however, the digital piece and the material work act as a whole.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In order to do so, I want to briefly address how the political exists in the caesura by referring to the aesthetic analysis of Giorgio Agambin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(and I’m poaching previous writing from my blog). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Giorgio Agamben, political philosopher and critical theorist, writes in The Idea of Prose, “No definition of verse is perfectly satisfying unless it asserts an identity for poetry against prose through the possibility of enjambment” (39). For Agamben, the enjambment is the foundational difference between verse and prose. &lt;i&gt;In The End of the Poem, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Agamben asserts that enjambment is the “opposition of a metrical limit to a syntactical limit, of a prosodic pause to a semantic pause” (109). Poetry, for Agamben, is the discourse where the opposition between sound and meaning is made manifest; prose is the discourse where the representation of the difference and opposition between the semiotic and semantic event cannot occur (110). In addition, the end of a poem is marked by a falling toward prose through the finality of the poem’s possible realization: if the poem is identified through enjambment, the end of the poem marks the state where enjambment is no longer possible: hence, the poem realizes itself into the field of prose. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;The most striking assertion by Agamben, at least in reference to poetry and prose, is when he states, “This sublime hesitation between meaning and sound is the poetic inheritance with which thought must come to terms” (Idea of Prose 41). The “sublime hesitation” Agamben alludes to is the point where poetry edges toward pure semiotic materiality: language invested in its material as language. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is this not the materiality of the digital work?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hesitation between the book and digital work performs the same work as the written caesura.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To continue with Agamben: in semiotic materiality, the poem no longer attends to communication, semantic intention; rather, it communicates its state as language itself, pure material (which I associate with the visual/textual embodiment found in the digital portion of the Stricklands work) The singular nature of any given poem is founded upon, what Agamben calls, the semiotic event when enjambment occurs: where there is enjambment prose becomes poetry “to let language finally communicate itself, without remaining unsaid in what is said” (115). This semiotic event is the horizon limit of reason’s dominance as intention or meaning in language itself. Language, for Agamben, is the limit of reason; in the semiotic event reason must encounter itself as embodied in material. It loses agency as reason in that horizon: the unsayable is spoken.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The unsayable spoken by Strickland may well be the feminized subject.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The space between the text of the book and the text of the screen is a feminized space.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;What makes this semiotic event in the caesura of the book to the digital material feminist/feminized? Material proof might be found in the poem &lt;i&gt;Evil is External&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;, where Strickland writes: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; Page 37 &lt;i&gt;Losing L'una&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;This is to say, that the woman feels in her body the negation of the rapist: in the space of negation, forgetting, emptiness, the woman remembers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And remember earlier, in “Imagination” part 1, the positive nothingness of the void that is the woman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; Moreover, one might say the caesura between book and digital space is feminine because of the artistic statement of the digital piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;The essay or artist statement made by Stickland is less a demand for a prescriptive method for the reader to approach the text, rather, it is an insurgence into a phallic-centered discourse in order to destabilize conceptions on how digital poetry is read: typically abstracted into a system that refuses identity claims, the artist statement in Waveson.nets posits the identity of two women as central to the creation of the piece.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The naming of the woman as such is at once a method to name the artist but also to posit a community of woman acting together to create a work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or as Strickland writes in &lt;i&gt;Waveson.net&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; 37, “A knowledge supported by community, language, gender (37) or, as stated before, the artists statement “restores the sense/of a rightful self to those deprived of it.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In fact, &lt;a href="http://www.cynthialawson.com/blog/"&gt;Cynthia Lawson Jaramillo&lt;/a&gt; writes in her blog, “I am a believer in artist statements.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can we accept urinals as artwork unless the artist is able to talk about their intentions and context?” And in this context, the artists are women (Lawson Jaramillo decidedly multicultural, having been raised in in Guatemala, Colombia, Argentina, Iran, US, France).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This work, through the acknowledgement of the woman as creator, refuses a historical aesthetic that is still, as Spahr and Young argued in the Chicago Review, a politically misogynistic aesthetic.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stickland, on the other hand, posits a feminist aesthetic that operates through identity situated in collaborative community.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t necessarily shirk identity, but places the identity of the feminine as a necessary context to the destabilization of the patriarchal digital avant-garde.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, she resituates the digital space by having it dialogue with the printed page thus grounding the work in a local and real environment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This local and real environment does deal explicitly with the socio-political realm (as pointed out in my citing the poems of &lt;i&gt;Losing Luna/Waveson.nets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; in the presentation).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She posits a digital poetics that desires the aesthetic play of the medium in conversation with the printed word without shirking the very real identities and politics of the feminine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I believe Strickland creates an argument that identity as a woman, a minority, need not be dismissed in order to stake claim as an innovative writer. Rather, she posits a hermeneutic that claims identity in order to posit a foundation for a different epistemology, a feminine epistemology through language in line with Cixous and ecriture feminine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An epistemology that moves beyond the printed page into a hybrid state. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Feminist theorist &lt;a href="http://www.uwo.ca/wcwi/essayaward/2007.htm"&gt;Elan Paulson&lt;/a&gt; writes, citing editors Peter Stoicheff and Andrew Taylor from their essay anthology &lt;i&gt;The Future of the Page&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;, “the traditional printed page, since before the Enlightenment, has reinforced linear and hierarchical epistemic structures that have determined the way that readers tend to prioritize information.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In hybridizing and working in community, Strickland refuses this hierarchical epistemic structure in both the digital and printed realm. And in this, perhaps, Strickland’s effort to circumscribe the avant-garde that dismisses identity claims is an effort to supplant a literary historical imagination that is racist, sexist and patriarchal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And in so doing, the prosody of &lt;i&gt;Losing Luna/Waveson.nets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; is an effort to reposition gendered subjectivity toward a more utopian vision.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paradoxically, it is a utopian vision of irruption: the interstitial space of the book and digital realm, the minority status of the feminized subject are both acts defined by enjambment, a cleaving and separation—a defining that refuses closure; as Agamben writes in “The Idea of Language II”, and which perhaps Strickland would agree:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;The ultimate meaning of language. . . .is the injunction “Be just”; and yet it is precisely the meaning of this injunction that the machine of language is absolutely incapable of getting us to understand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or, rather, it can do it only by ceasing to perform its penal function, only by shattering into pieces. . . cleaving, In this way justice triumphs over justice, language over language (`).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;Agamben, Giorgio. Idea of Prose. State University of New York Press. Albany, NY. 1995.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Agamben, Giorgio. The End of the Poem. Stanford University Press. Stanford, CA. 1999.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Strickland, Stephanie. Losing L’una/Waveson.nets. Penguin. NY, NY. 2002.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-4276346718527511595?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4276346718527511595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=4276346718527511595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/4276346718527511595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/4276346718527511595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/04/strickland-and-digital-ecriture.html' title='Strickland and digital ecriture féminine'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-5441354755301887442</id><published>2010-03-31T14:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:36:34.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure in Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This post was intended to be a reflection on digital poetics; however, after reading my friend Tom's blog on the success of particular digital's poem's failures (the pleasure in their failure) that I wanted to briefly address this binary: success/failure.  I don't know necessary what these words mean in relation to the poetic; how and when does a poem fail: what is the criteria of success in the particular genre's that occur in the 'poetic' mode?  I know this appears like a simply, almost dense, question; however, I question this rather empty binary.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dylan A. T. Miner, professor of Transcultural Studies at Michigan State University, articulates that modernity/coloniality  “forces the complex realities of human existence into easily codifiable systems of opposites” (174).  The conditions that posit the conditions of success or failure are premised on this binary.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I need to spend more time clarifying my thoughts on this question of the failure in a poem; still, I can't think of any art object that succeeds. . . . .in many ways, the beauty, yes I said it, the beauty is in the "failing" of the art object: the horizon where it realizes its finitude; and the beautiful is the oscillation between obscurity and light.  The late Reginald Shepherd wrote the following on difficult and obscure poetry on his wonderful &lt;a href="http://reginaldshepherd.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-thoughts-on-difficulty-in-poetry.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I take Moore’s admonition to refer to the clarity of the materials, of the saying and showing itself, not of what it means or how it’s to be interpreted. This is the clarity of an experience: the poem is an experience the reader has, and though one doesn’t always know what the experience “means,” one knows what happened, what one experienced. But if what happened isn’t clear, then there’s no possibility of making meaning out of it. As Joan Houlihan cogently points out, incoherence is neither mysterious nor difficult; it's just another source of boredom. The poet should provide the reader with the elements out of which the meaning or meanings can be assembled or produced, and the pieces of the mosaic should be clear and distinct (like Descartes’ ideas), even if their relations to one another are not immediately apparent. (&lt;a href="http://reginaldshepherd.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-thoughts-on-difficulty-in-poetry.html"&gt;Shepherd&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Shepherd posits the conditions not for a successful or failed poem, rather, he situates the poem in a broader experiential context: does it feed life or is it a symptom (boredom) of the desensitizing modernity's shock and awe inflicts on its occupants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Miner, Dylan A.T.. “When They Awaken: Indigeneity, Miscegenation, and Anticolonial Visuality.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rhetorics of the Americas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Ed. Damian Baca, Victor Villanueva. New York: Palgrave Macmillan, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-5441354755301887442?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/5441354755301887442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=5441354755301887442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/5441354755301887442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/5441354755301887442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/03/failure-in-poetry.html' title='Failure in Poetry'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-6993710482952041402</id><published>2010-03-10T12:42:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:12:31.781-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Art for Art's Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; by Kenneth Goldsmith appropriates the text of a particular issue of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The New York Times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; (this is well known).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jason Christie, in “Sampling the Culture: 4 Notes Toward a Poetics of Plundergraphia and on Kenneth Goldsmith's Day,” asserts that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; is another method to deconstruct the conceptual space between “high” and “low” art.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While much of the essay is self-evident in its employment of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; to (again) point out this deconstruction between the “high” and “low,” the conclusion of the essay posits something that is very interesting:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"&gt;His text [Goldsmith’s &lt;i&gt;Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;] exists much like a DJ's mix: in the ephemeral space of experience, the concept, disassociated from but reliant on objects, created in transformation and left there, haunting the annex of the Real, created through an act of plunder, created by sampling the culture. And the book is an independent artefact of the process, a urinal, a recording.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The text exists in an “ephemeral space of experience, the concept”: concept is the otherside of experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is dissociated from corporal objects but reliant on them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The book is the artefact, the material manifestation, of the plundering of the newspaper. What is compelling is the allusion to the ephemeral space of the concept: Jason Christie, as I understand the essay, sees the concept as being that “he [Goldsmith] fills the sanctuary of the place of worship with the street noise of traffic, and thereby offers us a glimpse of our continuing dependence on the categorical division of high and low art.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I think there is an otherside to this ephemeral space of experience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The otherside of the concept, its shadow, is revealed in its excessive mimetic act; one might call the otherside of the concept as follows: it obviously questions the conception of high art, however, its self-evident representation reveals its fundamental inadequacy to respond and counter the commodification of the speech act.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It reveals the inevitable logic of the appropriation of art by the commodity structure and how it eats itself in response: a snake eating its skin while pointing out how delicious the meal is to those around.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; However, as Vanessa Place and Robert Fitterman point out in&lt;a href="http://www.uglyducklingpresse.org/catalog/browse/item/?pubID=20"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uglyducklingpresse.org/catalog/browse/item/?pubID=20"&gt;Notes on Conceptualisms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.uglyducklingpresse.org/"&gt;UGLY DUCKLING PRESSE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;, conceptualisms are “strategies of failure” aiming to invite the reader to “redress failure” and “hallucinate repair” (25).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact of its failed critique is already part of the excessive mimesis of the piece and thus cannot be the otherside of the ephemeral space of the concept.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the otherside of Christie’s ephemeral space of experience, veiled beneath its overly self-evident critique, is the problematic state of its representation as critique.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If the project is a strategy of failure whose purpose is to provoke hallucination of repair (w/o actual repair), and to only appear as a critique, one might say of conceptualisms: “critique for the appearance of critique.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a rather cynical form of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;l’art pour l’art. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is worth restating Benjamin's view of this from "Paris, the Capital of the Nineteenth Century": "Nonconformists rebel against consigning art to the marketplace.  They rally around the banner of &lt;i&gt;l'art pour l'art&lt;/i&gt;. . . .the solemn rite with which it is celebrated is the pendant to the distraction that transfigures the commodity.  Both abstract from the social existence of human beings" (11).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am making a number of assertions that require a bit more elaboration; however, if the otherside of conceptualism is its negative state of aesthetic &lt;i&gt;l'art pour l'art&lt;/i&gt;, then it itself contributes, in an even more veiled manner because of its self-evidence, to the narrative of progress in neo-liberal capitalism; it offers only hallucinations of repair.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Benjamin, Walter. "Paris, the Capital of the Nineteenth Century" from  &lt;i&gt;The &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arcades Project. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Harvard University Press: Massachusetts, 1999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-6993710482952041402?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/6993710482952041402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=6993710482952041402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/6993710482952041402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/6993710482952041402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-for-arts-sake.html' title='Art for Art&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-8580697085203721372</id><published>2010-03-03T13:40:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:00:17.554-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Curtain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://mrl.nyu.edu/~dhowe/textcurtain/"&gt;Text Curtain&lt;/a&gt;" is one poem that struck me as reveling in enjambment.  And interestingly enough, it, in stasis, is primarily organized as a prose block (at least until the pointer shifts the curtain of its form).  The play between prose and poem reminded me of Giorgio Agamben and his statements regarding prose and poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Giorgio Agamben, political philosopher and critical theorist, writes in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Idea of Prose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, “No definition of verse is perfectly satisfying unless it asserts an identity for poetry against prose through the possibility of enjambment” (39).  For Agamben, the enjambment is the foundational difference between verse and prose.  In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The End of the Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, Agamben asserts that enjambment is the “opposition of a metrical limit to a syntactical limit, of a prosodic pause to a semantic pause” (109).  Poetry, for Agamben, is the discourse where the opposition between sound and meaning is made manifest; prose is the discourse where the representation of the difference and opposition between the semiotic and semantic event cannot occur (110).  In addition, the end of a poem is marked by a falling toward prose through the finality of the poem’s possible realization: if the poem is identified through enjambment, the end of the poem marks the state where enjambment is no longer possible: hence, the poem realizes itself into the field of prose.  The most striking assertion by Agamben, at least in reference to poetry and prose, is when he states, “This sublime hesitation between meaning and sound is the poetic inheritance with which thought must come to terms” (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Idea of Prose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 41).  The “sublime hesitation” Agamben alludes to is the point where poetry edges toward pure semiotic materiality: language invested in its material as language.  The poem no longer attends to communication, semantic intention; rather, it communicates its state as language itself.  The singular nature of any given poem is founded upon, what Agamben calls, the semiotic event when enjambment occurs: where there is enjambment prose becomes poetry “to let language finally communicate itself, without remaining unsaid in what is said” (115).  This semiotic event is the horizon limit of reason’s dominance as intention or meaning in language itself. Language, for Agamben, is the limit of reason; in the semiotic event reason must encounter itself as embodied in material.  It loses agency as reason in that horizon: the unsayable is spoken.  Alexander Duttmann states in “Integral Actuality,” the introduction to Agamben’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Idea of Prose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;            “Communication cannot be anything but the communication of communicability.. . .; but, as such, communication implies an exteriority that originally transforms it into communication of something: it is in this way that language gives rise to poetic singularity and to philosophical generality  (6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Poetic singularity is the semiotic horizon of reason’s failing; it is where poetic language becomes conscious of itself as materiality (in the semiotic event) to the betrayal of “communication of something.”  Philosophical generality, prose, is the betrayed communication.  In this binary, the poetic is placed after philosophical generality: the semiotic event of enjambment can only occur from the presupposed material intention of non-enjambment.  Invention, i.e. singularity, is manifested from prose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://mrl.nyu.edu/~dhowe/textcurtain/"&gt;Text Curtain&lt;/a&gt;" enters into this symbolic space between prose and poem; the invention of the piece is manifested from the prose.  The semiotic horizon is the shifting phoneme hung from their thread; this horizon is directed by the experiencer of the piece.  The shifting terms on the screen in stasis are the philosophical generality of communication as communication; placed under the eyes of reader/experiencer, interpenetration occurs: fluid signification manifests as poetic singularity.  Enjambment in "Text Curtain" requires the horizon (participation and all possible contexts) of the participating reader.  In other words, the curtain of text in "Text Curtain" when pulled away reveals/revels in the freedom of the reader in the reader's engagement; it reveals/revels in the agency of signification.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Agamben, Giorgio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Idea of Prose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. State University of New York Press. Albany, NY. 1995.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Agamben, Giorgio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The End of the Poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Stanford University Press. Stanford, CA. 1999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-8580697085203721372?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/8580697085203721372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=8580697085203721372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/8580697085203721372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/8580697085203721372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/03/text-curtain.html' title='Text Curtain'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-8901093835785750824</id><published>2010-02-27T11:01:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:01:46.942-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(85, 17, 34); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Umbrella Factory Magazine presents it's first reading&lt;br /&gt;at Fluid Coffee Bar (19th &amp;amp; Pennsylvania, Denver)&lt;br /&gt;February 27th, 7:30 - 9:30p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're excited to have Mathias Svalina, Julie Carr, and J. Michael Martinez reading, and we're pretty sure you'll regret not showing up. Bios below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Michael Martinez’s writings have appeared in Five Fingers Review, New American Writing, Colorado Review, on NPR, and, most recently, in Quarterly West, Eleven Eleven, Copper Nickel, and Parthenon West . He is the recipient of the 2006 Five Fingers Review Poetry Prize; his collection Heredities was selected by Juan Felipe Herrera for the Academy of American Poets' Walt Whitman Award and will be published by Louisiana State University Press in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Carr is the author of four books of poetry: Mead: An Epithalamion, Equivocal, 100 Notes on Violence, which won the Sawtooth Poetry Award for 2009, and the forthcoming Sarah-of Fragments and Lines, a National Poetry Series winner. Her work has appeared in journals such as The Nation, Boston Review, and American Poetry Review. She is the co-publisher (with Tim Roberts) of Counterpath Press and teaching at the University of Colorado at Boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathias Svalina's first book, Destruction Myth, is out from Cleveland State University Press. He is the author of five chapbooks, and the co-author of another five. His work has appeared in American Letters &amp;amp; Commentary, The Boston Review, Diagram, Jubilat, and many other journals. With Zachary Schomburg, he co-edits Octopus Magazine and Octopus Books. He teaches and lives in Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions? E-mail me at oren@umbrellafactorymagazine.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-8901093835785750824?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/8901093835785750824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=8901093835785750824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/8901093835785750824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/8901093835785750824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/02/tonight.html' title='Tonight!!!'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-3652370762637319573</id><published>2010-02-24T13:32:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:57:34.780-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Poetry and the DP</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, geneva; font-size: 11px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;The essential is &lt;i&gt;reduced language."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, geneva;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary Ellen Scott&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, geneva;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, geneva;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;"Concrete Poetry is 'I'-less. . . .Poet: dissolved, issues no orders to reader who has to provide his own mind-gum syntax"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, geneva;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;don Sylvester Houedard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, geneva;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, geneva;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Concrete poetry, as described by both Mary Ellen Scott and don Sylvester Houedard, aims for a "&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=sqzpdW2PSRMC&amp;amp;pg=PA146&amp;amp;lpg=PA146&amp;amp;dq=%22#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;semantic econom&lt;/a&gt;y".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, geneva;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;The reduction of a poem, away from emotional conveyance and intellectual intention, to its material element, language, is one that I have always found compelling and interesting.  The performativity of a reduced semantic economy: &lt;a href="http://www.ianhamiltonfinlay.com/ian_hamilton_finlay.html"&gt;Ian Hamilton Finlay's &lt;/a&gt;concrete work is a direct allusion to his later construction of Little Sparta, his garden of embodied poetics.  Houedard alludes to the work of Allen Kaprow, famous for his Happenings, installation pieces that broke down the boundaries between audience and art object; later in Kaprow's work, the touching of another's face, intentionally and consciously, became a work of art in this theories of a lived art practice.  In both instances, and in concrete poetry itself, I sense a immense focus on a being-with the art object: the concrete poem is not something one consumes, interprets or analyzes; rather, it is something one experiences and dwells with (in the Heideggerian sense).  And like Heidegger, concrete poetry, as a spatially located object in the world that one experiences one may possibly come to dwell in the poetic after its building; this is one aspect of concrete poetry, as fully manifested in Finlay's later constructions and Kaprow's immediately embodied works, that I think I can relate to digital poetics: one undergoes the experience of a digital poem, one does not passively receive or interpret.  However, in order to come to the level of dwelling that Heidegger speaks for in &lt;i&gt;Building, Dwelling, Thinkings, &lt;/i&gt;one must have the capacity, to some degree, to be cognitive of one's mortality and thus fully come toward one's living in the world.  I'm not sure if I've seen such digital poetry of such mortal recognition?  One might ask, does Finlay arrive at this idea? I think so, Little Sparta is a living and embodied work, where Finlay came to live.  Kaprow's later work is an investment in life as life (see his writings collected in "Essays on the Blurring of Art and Life" ).  This is where it gets quirky, as I think about, a concrete poem is invested in a reduced economy, a "pure" employment of language as material: how does one convey a consciousness of mortality with such limited means so that one may dwell in the art object?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-3652370762637319573?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/3652370762637319573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=3652370762637319573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/3652370762637319573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/3652370762637319573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/02/concrete-poetry-and-dp.html' title='Concrete Poetry and the DP'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-4842962074635145664</id><published>2010-02-17T13:49:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:58:29.797-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dada and Digital Poetics</title><content type='html'>Nicholls' chapter on Dada, and as with with the other chapters from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Modernisms-Literary-Guide-Peter-Nicholls/dp/0520201035"&gt;Modernisms: A Literary Guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,  is well-written.  One of the things that struck me the most in this chapter was his statement that while "Dada's spirit of negation is generally understood as merely anti-bourgeois polemic, it actually entails a more complex unleashing of violence against the self" (230).  On the next page are brief quotes from Hans Arp and Hugo Ball detailing their conceptions of the negation of individualism.  As I read this text, I am keen to make connections to our course on digital poetics.  Immediately, acknowledging there are probably more, I can name a few commonalities: the play of negating a theoretical conception of the subject, a comment on normative structures of narrativity and meaning, and a &lt;i&gt;passive&lt;/i&gt; violence.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to open up the comment on the passivity of the violence in both Dadaism and digital poetics (and I believe this is a comparable critique that Andre Breton made when he commented on "'the intellectual poverty of Dada,' its confinement to a 'vicious circle' of its own making" [Nicholls 242]).  The violence in Dada, as Nicholls comments on and to which he quotes Breton, became routine, expected.  It became more of a curious side show than a truly critical polemic.  The 'violence' against normative structure, the general cultural critique of digital poetics I have thus far experienced has also entered this realm of expected surprise.  There is pleasure and charm in the experiencing of the online work (Brian Kim Stefan's work is both lyrical and exquisite); however, claims to be deconstructive acts on normative representation fall short in that these critiques are themselves purely &lt;i&gt;representational&lt;/i&gt; critiques: they are images and figures on a screen, playing out particular roles dictated by the limitations of the programming and programmer.  One might assert they are castrated rebuttals against castrated systems of normative structure.  An "unexpected" violence against normative structure, in my view, would be viral programming, a poetics of hacking and planting computer bugs into systems.  A language that would enact/embody destructive capacities in normative systems.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, we must get into a conversation about an ethical poetics in regards to this course of action.  In many ways, a violent digital poetics of this nature would be more akin to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antonin_Artaud"&gt;Artaud's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theatre_of_Cruelty"&gt;Theater of Cruelty &lt;/a&gt;than to Dada: the deconstruction of the distance between audience and performer in the spectacle, the invitation to a realization that may be unwanted, a visceral emotional response, an art as plague.  Transcendent? An ethics of violent realization?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-4842962074635145664?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4842962074635145664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=4842962074635145664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/4842962074635145664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/4842962074635145664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/02/dada-and-digital-poetics.html' title='Dada and Digital Poetics'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-2487034493136011866</id><published>2010-02-03T15:01:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:25:50.994-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Textuality, Editors, and Text</title><content type='html'>After this weeks readings for "Digital Poetics" I'm a bit listless; one one hand, I agree with the focus on the materiality of the text (Benn Michaels' to an absurdist extent, McGann to an understandable degree based upon his responsibilities as an editor of collections); on the other, only McGann draws a line to what extent the materiality 'matters.'  Benn Michaels' attacks on ethno-racialized Other, in this introduction are irritating; however, as I've not read the book and do not know the extent of his arguments, I am reluctant to attend to critique; however, a light critique might be possible: '&lt;a href="http://www.thevalve.org/go/valve/article/thats_not_socratic_walter_benn_michaels_alain_badiou_slavoj_zizek_part_2/"&gt;The Valve&lt;/a&gt;" does a wonderful job of pointing out the ethical dilemma Benn Michaels' theoretic falls into when faced with itself.  &lt;a href="http://www.ericrasmussen.com/2006/10/walter-benn-michaels-weighs-in-at.html"&gt;Eric Rasumussen&lt;/a&gt; points out the fundamental difference between Zizek and Benn Michaels' reactions to &lt;i&gt;academic&lt;/i&gt; multiculturalism.  My issue, and this requires further reading of Benn Michaels, is with how I am understanding his relation of &lt;a href="http://www.thegogglesdonothing.com/archives/2008/03/walter_benn_michaels_model_min.shtml"&gt;class and culture&lt;/a&gt;.  The argument that neoliberal capital structures invite the creation of ethnic minority subject positions because it aides in the evasion of class distinction is a slippery.  Considering the foundation of capitalism in the US is founded historically and, in the field of agriculture, contemporaneously on the ethnic minority subject how does one dismiss one as the evasive creation of the other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-2487034493136011866?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/2487034493136011866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=2487034493136011866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/2487034493136011866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/2487034493136011866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/02/textuality-editors-and-text.html' title='Textuality, Editors, and Text'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-940723157198196263</id><published>2010-01-27T11:14:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:35:21.758-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dada, Digital Poetics and Political Conservatism</title><content type='html'>One of the recurring thoughts I have regarding the articulation of a 'history' to digital poetics is as follows: by appropriating or finding formal similarities in movements like &lt;a href="http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/2006/dada/cities/index.shtm"&gt;Dada&lt;/a&gt; or other literary Modernist groups, what does digital poetics have to say about the fact that many of these forms and techniques are directly symptomatic of the politics of the culture at that time period.  The rise of Dada is a direct response to bourgeois capitalist society just as WWI was breaking out.  Its anti-art mentality is response to the various colonial and capitalist ideologies fermenting in that historical time period.  Hannah Hoch's early use of the collage technique is a direct attack on patriarchal conceptions of binary sexualities and gender identities.  What is the the political motivation behind the use of these modernist formal techniques in digital poetics.  Brian Kim Stefan's work certainly takes the political into account; however, if the general play of the 'innovation' is done merely formally, does this not valorize formal technique w/o consideration to how that technique relates to the broader society; in other words, if one is merely playing with material, formal considerations, is this not a manifestation of political conservatism? With the formal 'innovations' acting as a fantasy of liberalism and political innovation? Mere formal 'innovations' should not be mistakenly equated with political revolution or liberalism. Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-940723157198196263?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/940723157198196263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=940723157198196263&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/940723157198196263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/940723157198196263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/01/dada-and-digital-poetics.html' title='Dada, Digital Poetics and Political Conservatism'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-9071211500005823447</id><published>2010-01-20T13:10:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:00:55.592-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'I' of New Media Poetics</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"Times New Roman";  panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt; 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 &lt;/span&gt;I hope these entries will be seen not as a finished argument or entrenched opinion; rather, I hope these entries record my orienting myself toward a 'newer' system of poetics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For my first entry I would like to address one small aspect of the first text we are engaging, Loss Pequeño Glazier’s &lt;i&gt;Digital Poetics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Glazier addresses the lyrical “I” in one of the early chapters of the book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a brief section he quickly asserts how, in digital poetics, the lyrical “I” is dismissed, rejected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is an extension of a particular conception of innovative poetics; Marjorie Perloff explores this idea wonderfully in her essay &lt;a href="http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/perloff/langpo.html"&gt;“LANGUAGE POETRY AND THE LYRIC SUBJECT:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/perloff/langpo.html"&gt;RON SILLIMAN'S &lt;i&gt;ALBANY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, SUSAN HOWE'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUFFALO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/perloff/langpo.html"&gt;.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The deconstruction of the lyric “voice” in innovative writing is a problematic one; in the realm of digital poetics and new media poetics it is even more so:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the ability to problematize the ‘voicing’ of identity to the extent that it is proclaimed ‘dead,’ in whatever aesthetic medium, is an ability that is a result of occupying a socially privileged position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jordan Windholz and I analyze this more thoroughly in “A Poetics of Suspicion: Chicano/a Poetry and the New (a dialogue),” an essay forthcoming in &lt;a href="http://www.puertodelsol.org/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puerto Del Sol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we state in that essay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“On a more basic level, one must have a politically and economically viable identity in order to willingly lose it, to throw it to the wind. Those that say for aesthetic reasons that identity is dead, fragmented, or passé, often have a viable identity they do not need to worry about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being invisible or visible as a white male is quite different than being invisible or visible as a Chicano.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the realm of digital poetics, the technological ability to dismiss identity is a direct articulation of class privilege.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is not to dismiss out of the hand aesthetics that problematize identity in such a manner; rather, it is to posit, again, that identity &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; stated in the very medium one employs to articulate oneself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this case, the knowledge of coding, the ownership of a personal computer, access to the internet, and the knowledge of etiquette on the web are symptoms of one’s social position in a particular nation-state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To bring this home, there are some in my family (Latinos of the 'lower' and 'middle' class) whose knowledge of the web is limited by the fact that they cannot afford a personal computer, some don’t have email, others wouldn’t think of paying bills online or using an I-phone to deposit a check into their checking or savings account, if they even have an account.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is not a matter of ignorance nor naïvete, rather, it is a systemic extension of class difference; this class difference and its systemic structure is analyzed in communities employing the &lt;a href="http://www.ahaprocess.com/Community_Programs/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bridges Out of Poverty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; framework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I have to say, I am not asserting that Latina/o and Chicana/o (or other ethnic) writers must employ the lyrical 'voice.' On the contrary, I love the employment of those aesthetic devices that deconstruct static conceptions of 'self' and I myself employ them in my poetry. What I am saying is that the employment and deployment of those aesthetic devices (fragmentation, collage, etc.) that threaten or deconstruct static 'voicings' are themselves articulations of self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will blog more on this subject and develop it (as is the nature of blogs, more questions are raised than answered--and I fully acknowledge that I may be incorrect in my assertions--please call me out); however, what further interests me is how one’s location in the nation-state influences how one articulates oneself via new media poetics: the employment of twitter and the consequent mobilization in the Iran elections is vastly different than the use of the medium in the USA—this is a small example; however, what it speaks toward is that one’s location in a nation-state will posit possible frames of action, in both the digital and ‘real’ world, that will fundamentally differ than those in another nation-state.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Thus, the practice of new media poetics, however Utopian its visioning of world politics, is vastly influenced by the social (class, ethnic and racialized) status of its practitioners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-9071211500005823447?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/9071211500005823447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=9071211500005823447&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/9071211500005823447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/9071211500005823447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-of-new-media-poetics.html' title='The &apos;I&apos; of New Media Poetics'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-6183723226197718249</id><published>2010-01-16T09:53:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:53:59.167-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon.com</title><content type='html'>Pre-order my book! Its cheaper this way:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/8RT7c4"&gt;http://bit.ly/8RT7c4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;JMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-6183723226197718249?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/6183723226197718249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=6183723226197718249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/6183723226197718249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/6183723226197718249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazoncom.html' title='Amazon.com'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-2466799627566183826</id><published>2009-11-30T06:52:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:52:49.736-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_jyXJTlrH0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_jyXJTlrH0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-2466799627566183826?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/2466799627566183826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=2466799627566183826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/2466799627566183826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/2466799627566183826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-2987238801889912602</id><published>2009-11-18T08:20:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:21:55.156-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iupress.indiana.edu/catalog/images/books/9780253335043_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.iupress.indiana.edu/catalog/images/books/9780253335043_med.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book of the Day: Emma Perez--"The Decolonial Imaginary: Writing Chicanas into History":&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a name="{47}"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I attempt to take the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; out of the Chicana story, I am also aware that I too am marked with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tory I have inherited. There is no pure, authentic, original history. There are only stories—many stories. The ones that intrigue me are the tales by or about women, whether told by men or women; both interest me as I reconstruct the past. This is not to say that the stories are not real and are only imagined in a postmodern sense. That is neither my belief nor my purpose. That which is real for someone is the imaginary for another, especially if the wish is to rectify that reality decades later. For us today, the lines between the real and the imaginary are blurred. Many of us try with our passions to reconstruct the epics, dramas, comedies, and tragedies in a narrative that will echo "truth." We want so much to unearth the documents and organize the "facts" that will disclose the "real truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;a name="{47}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And what we know, what we discover as we venture into other worlds, is that we can only repeat the voices previously unheard, rebuffed, or underestimated as we attempt to redeem that which has been disregarded in our history. Voices of women from the past, voices of Chicanas, Mexicanas, and Indias, are utterances which are still minimized, spurned, even scorned. And time, in all its dialectical invention and promise, its so-called inherent progress, has not granted Chicanas, Mexicanas, Indias much of a voice at all. We are spoken about, spoken for, and ultimately encoded as whining, hysterical, irrational, or passive women who cannot know what is good for us, who cannot know how to express or authorize our own narratives. But we will. And we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From Emma Perez's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Introduction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;of "The Decolonial Imaginary")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-2987238801889912602?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/2987238801889912602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=2987238801889912602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/2987238801889912602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/2987238801889912602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-of-day.html' title='Book of the Day'/><author><name>J. Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-521918933268082748</id><published>2009-11-17T05:25:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:26:41.698-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SwKylauz3cI/AAAAAAAAACQ/k710hboZRfg/s1600/MartinezSKETCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SwKylauz3cI/AAAAAAAAACQ/k710hboZRfg/s400/MartinezSKETCH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405078858698579394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-521918933268082748?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/521918933268082748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=521918933268082748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/521918933268082748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/521918933268082748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>J. 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Michael Martinez's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871805725786582797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgU_qcbfpDk/SvO-q41-WwI/AAAAAAAAABw/-u8uLXS5q5Q/S220/facebooksitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20141832.post-4590387400618115399</id><published>2009-10-11T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:55:26.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rilke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Notes from 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rilke: his consciousness of the failure of modern poetic language to encompass both interior and exterior dimensions.  His turn from action to visual form as a means to control his sentimental compulsions.  Pg. 95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The artist must be the creator-perceiver who has to make a world that is wholly dependent upon him and his craft.  The solid object is expanded by being turned into a form of his awareness:  “The art to render in a flower, a tree branch, in a birch tree or a young girl full of longing, an entire spring,  all fullness and the overflow of day and night.”  Pg. 159&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lessons from Rodin:  to combat diversity by seeing in each thing a reflection of the whole and by seeing the whole as a functioning organism itself.  Pg. 166&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            Rodin’s belief in the artist’s sacred and unchanging duty toward work turned into a litany of his own agenda. Pg. 167&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New Poems: he used artful drama or narrative to manipulate the precarious relation between perceiver and thing.  The Gazelle developed this process with particular skill, describing the observed figure by using the narrative mode to overcome the limitations of the painterly form.  All props are removed: the reader is faced with the bare process itself as a precisely perceiving mind engages itself in the object to be woven in to the poem’s language. Pg. 274&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sensuality must spread out and transform itself “until it becomes equally strong and sweet and seductive in every place and every thing.... as each thing surmounts the sexual state, it turns, in its most sensuous fullness, into a spiritual state, a presence with which one can only lie in God.  Pg 285.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rilke’s figure of the Angel:  the Angel of the elegies has nothing to do with the angels of the Christian heaven (rather with the angelic figures of Islam:  the Angel was now the perfect, all powerful figure of God’s creation, encompassing all sexes, encompassing total reality both visible and invisible by absorbing the former into the latter, which consistently obtained the highest rank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Projecting the figure of the Angel, as an original construct of an overpowering and distant consciousness was Rilke’s way of breaking through the limits of the private self, confined by the certainty of death. pg. 324&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rilke’s lecture: theory of poetry based on the notion of a “primal sound”: the idea assumes that the mechanism of the brain and that of a primitive recording instrument are parallel in structure.  A basic tone above and below the possibility of conscious perception reveals a subterranean music commanding lovers and poets alike, and so functions as the primary element in the sound structure of poetry.... another indication of how the poet must reach from the visible to the invisible as he reproduces hidden sound formations in the brain and brings together all buried memories and feelings in its synaesthetic display.  Pg 441&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Open: Alfred Schuler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rilke speculated that the ordering activity of art is evoked by two inner situations: the consciousness of a superabundance of creative energy and the complete collapse of the person who makes way for his creations.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rilke encompasses the twin yearning: completion with the world and the negation of it.  It is his struggle to completely identify with the object yet also maintain enough distance to keep ego-consciousness.  As a writer, language itself prevents this unity and synthesis.  He postulates a supreme poetic figure, the Angel, to be the creature, the body of his union.  He himself is a poet of exile.  To be the oracle, as I view he is, he must communicate with the Gods, relish communion with the infinite and complete, then he must feel the greatest despair, separation; he must then communicate the Angel’s wish, message to that lowliest of creatures that he himself is: man.  He is the borderland between the spirit and the body.  The body in its full sensuousness is raised into spirit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20141832-4590387400618115399?l=jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/feeds/4590387400618115399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20141832&amp;postID=4590387400618115399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/4590387400618115399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20141832/posts/default/4590387400618115399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmichaelmartinez.blogspot.com/2009/10/rilke-his-consciousness-of-failure-of.html' title=''/><author><name>J. 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