Saturday, August 04, 2018

In Kenya or in Oz?

Adharanand Finn is a Scottish journalist and runner. He goes to Kenya to learn from some of the greatest runners in the world. Who knew he would find himself mentally in the land of Oz?

I head out past the edge of town and into the countryside. Mist hangs blue in the dips, thick and magical. Pointy-roofed huts and neatly sown fields rise up here and there, the red track stretching out before me. I run on, like Dorothy, through a strange, Technicolor world. And who is that I see now, running toward me, his bright yellow jacket glowing in the first rays of sunlight? The scarecrow? It’s Japhet, grinning to see me. He turns and runs beside me, back the way he came.

We run together, easy, passing bigger groups, people running hard, the sweat beading on their anxious foreheads, pushing themselves on in search of the elusive Oz, sure that someday, if they just keep running, they will get there.

[This post is dedicated to the friends attending the Oz Convention next weekend.]

source: Running with the Kenyans: passion, adventures, and the secret of the fastest people on Earth by Adharanand Finn
2012. Ballantine Books, New York

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

answer to Yoruba riddle

answer to the Yoruba riddle (which posted yesterday):



humanity between heaven and earth



source: Yoruba Poetry: an anthology of traditional poems
compiled and edited by Ulli Beier
illustrations by Susanne Wenger
Cambridge University Press, London

Monday, July 30, 2018

Yoruba riddle

Riddle:


A pile of shit on a leaf, and covered with a leaf.



[answer]



source: Yoruba Poetry: an anthology of traditional poems
compiled and edited by Ulli Beier
illustrations by Susanne Wenger
Cambridge University Press, London

Thursday, July 26, 2018

possible epigraph

once I gave a party
and some of the people who should have come, didn't,
but all of my books were there,
enjoying themselves immensely,
murmuring lightly,
and discussing so many things

*

lines from "Books" by William Baer
as the poem appears in Anthology of Magazine Verse and Yearbook of American Poetry 1981, edited by Alan F. Pater

I wonder if these lines would make a good epigraph for Autobiography of a Book.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Notes Toward an Autobiography by Others

Xavier de Maistre, in his whimsical Journey around my Room, describes the way the body will go on doing things, even competently, while the mind is somewhere else. One of his examples is an activity that one might not think would be capable of going on without the mind’s participation — reading. Addressing the reader, de Maistre says:

When you read a book, sir, and a more agreeable idea suddenly strikes on your imagination, your soul straight away pounces on it and forgets the book, while your eyes mechanically follow the words and the lines; you come to the end of the page without understanding it, and without remembering what you have read.

De Maistre calls “soul” what I was calling “mind.” But it’s the same thing.

On the other hand, I don’t think I can completely miss what my eyes have read. The mind will capture some of the meaning of the words the eyes bring in, even if it’s not enough for comprehension. When I have gotten to the bottom of a page and realize I couldn’t tell you what was said, my conscious mind having been busy with other concerns, I will often reread the missed passage. And it will always be at least a little bit familiar. If you slapped the book shut before I had a chance to reread, then put before me a multiple-choice test covering the material, I bet I’d do significantly better than chance. Still, I do tend to read slowly, an internal voice sounding out the words as they pass. I wouldn’t have thought so if you’d asked me, but reading without connection to voice, I guess that is something I do now?

source: A Journey around my Room by Xavier de Maistre; translated by Andrew Brown. First published in French in 1795; this translation published 2004.
Hesperus Press Ltd, London UK

Monday, July 16, 2018

Superman will not save you

In the years after the Dayton Accords ended the Yugoslavia civil war, outside investigators went into the conflict regions to verify possible war crimes. There were many. Thousands of civilians had been rounded up by the Serbs and murdered. The bodies were dumped into mass graves, the graves often just convenient holes in the ground. Polish forensic anthropologist Ewa Klonowski was one of the most conscientious about the exhumations, doing her damnedest to reunite (dead) family members with those who had survived. In this passage Dr Klonowski describes what she found on the floor of what the author of the a book on the investigations calls “a sixty-five feet deep … beautiful chimney-shaped cave [with] honey-beige walls … full of stalagmites*” :

”I was digging with the knowledge that I’d found some children … [C]hildren have more small bones; they are less durable. And I came upon some small bones of the kind I was expecting to find. And a toy next to them — a Superman doll. I had to put it in a plastic bag. … I was holding [the doll] in my hand, and the child’s father was there above me. … I was about to start crying. I rationalized it to myself by thinking, ‘Ewa someone has to work here. Bones are bones. This is a toy found next to some bones. You must put in the plastic bag and get on with the next body.”

source: Like Eating a Stone: surviving the past in Bosnia by Wojciech Tochman
2002/2008. Atlas & Co. Publishers, New York NY

Thursday, June 28, 2018

“the primitive pleasures of serendipitous art”



As a teen I discovered found poetry, and I quickly became infatuated. I have kept my eye out for source texts ever since. First line indexes of poetry anthologies can be fruitful. Back in the early 90s when I was an undergrad at the University of California at Berkeley the first line index in An Anthology of New York Poets edited by Ron Padgett and David Shapiro really got me excited. I was working at the university’s main library. Perhaps it was the New York poets anthology that inspired me to turn library search results into poems. I compiled as many title lists as I could think of. Some worked as poems immediately; some worked with massaging; most, frustratingly, refused my efforts. But it was a lot of fun, especially when I was assigned to the desk and there was dead time. I could even print out some of the lists, which saved my writing hand.

In his essay about his boyhood obsession with Classics Illustrated comics Gary Giddins talks about his hunt for some of the adaptations that he knew only by their appearing on a list in the back of issues he did own. The more obscure titles (Mr. Midshipman Easy, The Black Tulip, for example) just weren’t available. Attempts to order them from the publisher could net an entirely different issue, too often one that Giddins already had. Left only with the titles and no other information, the young Giddins found some distraction in reading the lists for themselves, as though they were stories, or maybe poems.


William Gass has written that ‘lists are juxtapositions, and exhibit many of the qualities of collage.” They may, in fact, offer the primitive pleasures of serendipitous art. A computerized list, for example, of the popular songs published during the first half of the twentieth century reveals an infinite treasury of found poems: Flip to any page, put your finger on any title, and track the first ten songs upward or down, and voila, instant lit. Lists of artworks are serendipitous and canonical, too … also publishers’ catalogs and individual work-lists.”

I have gotten some of the library database lists published as poems.

source: Give Our Regards to the Atomsmashers: writers on comics edited by Sean Howe

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

valuing comics

After my mother died I was faced with the prospect of cleaning out the house I grew up in. Among other things there were boxes and boxes (and unboxed piles) of comic books. I loved comics. I still love comics. But not all of what I bought back in the 70s and 80s are worth rereading. I did throw out a lot of stuff, including videogame magazines, but I brought all the comics back to Berkeley, except David’s, which I shipped to Seattle. David had more than I did. I don’t remember how many boxes I shipped his way. Several. When I sorted out what I’d brought back to Berkeley I found more of David’s comics to ship. 

When my brother and I were first buying comics back in the early/mid-70s there was no way a kid could get his hands on back issues to read all the stories. And you wanted to! You wanted to read the story that introduced the Vision to the Avengers. You wanted to read the stories where the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver were still working for Magneto in the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants! When comics were twenty cents, a back issue costing a couple dollars would break the bank. And those old comics have continued to go up in value. 

The era from which most of David’s and my purchases date — when we had the biggest comics buying budgets — was the era when comics were being marketed to adults via comics shops. The comics I wanted as a kid were comics that were being marketed to kids through supermarket wire racks and newsstands. Those comics got beat up. The comics being bought by adults in the 80s were being slipped into comics-tailored plastic bags backed with cardboard to prevent creases and stored in multiples. There weren’t many good condition copies of those old comics to be had and the people who wanted them paid what they had to to get them. The comics of the 80s were much more expensive up front but as collectibles they were missing something. They weren’t scarce. They were too well tended and stowed for that. These days you can buy most of the comics of the 80s and 90s for less than cover price. 

A recent book about the decades-long competition by the major comics publishers, DC and Marvel, reminded me about going through my comics and wondering what I was going to do with them. Nobody else wanted them either! Not enough anyway, not enough to make selling them anything more than a hassle that wasn’t going to repay the effort. 

Reed Tucker writes here about the comics speculation bubble from shortly after I’d stopped buying superhero comics:


[H]ordes of speculators … were buying up product in hopes of paying for their kids’ braces down the road. … New faces, fueled by media hype, were showing up at comic shops across the country to buy a case of Superman or X-Men comics. … The idea that comic books were collectibles that would increase in value dated back to at least the 1960s when Newsweek wrote an influential article on comic fandom and noted, to the author’s shock, that a copy of Superman’s first appearance in Action Comics #1 was selling for an astronomical $100. (A copy went for $3.2 million in 2014.) … DC editor Len Wein in the early 1980s used to keep boxes containing one hundred copies each of The New Teen Titans #1 and #2 under his desk, claiming they would be his retirement account. A few years later, when he left the company, he didn’t bother taking the boxes.

Yes, I still have many comics, but when I made a cull and filled shopping bags with comics I didn’t really need to see again I asked around until I found a coworker at the library who would take them off my hands. I wanted to give them to someone who would tell me they wanted them; that was enough payment for me. My coworker promised not to tell me if she ended up using them for art projects. 

How much, by the way, would it cost you to buy a like-new copy of The New Teen Titans #1, the back issue that Len Wein abandoned when he left DC? According to mycomicshop.com you can get a copy for from forty to sixty dollars. If the copy is signed by the writer and artist you can get it for about $350. That is, if you — or anybody else — wants to pay that price. One of the tricky things about collectibles is that in order for them to be worth anything they have to have multiple purchasers vying for ownership. Which is why scarcity helps with value. When there are a million copies of the exact same thing and only a thousand people interested in having one, there won’t be any competitive bidding. If you have the million copies it might be cheaper to throw them out than pay to store them until you find a buyer. 

In the last year or so I reread my collection of The New Teen Titans. I did not have the first few issues. So I bought access to them by buying reprint paperbacks. That was another thing that wasn’t available to me as a kid. They weren’t reprinting the old unavailable comics in trade paperback editions back then. I didn’t have to pay collector’s prices to get my hands on The New Teen Titans. I did buy two or three single issues from late in the series run from My Comic Shop, but I paid less for them (not counting shipping) than I would have paid had I bought those issues back in the 80s. That was a shock! They didn’t even keep up with inflation. 

I wrote about this subject in more diary-like form two different times on my LoveSettlement blog, once in 2003, and again in 2005: change mind and collecting comics

source: Slugfest: inside the epic 50-year battle between Marvel and DC by Reed Tucker

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

to write and not to be a writer

John Ashbery loved Jean Cocteau’s Orpheus. In an interview Ashbery quotes a scene where Orpheus is being questioned by “three sinister judges … [O]ne of them says, ‘What do you do,’ and [Orpheus] says, ‘I am a poet,’ and the judge says, ‘What does that mean?’ to which Orpheus replies, ‘It’s to write and not to be a writer.’”

That’s more or less what I think about myself. I remember my dad once sent me a how-to book on writing magazine articles and, oh, the disappointment I felt upon looking at the gift. Dad did not understand me! I can’t seem to write to order. I’m not completely unable, of course. I did make it through school, producing essays and papers when required. I love to write! I love to write poems, that is. It is not the same thing somehow. 

source: Collected French Translations: Poetry by John Ashbery
edited by Rosanne Wasserman and Eugene Richie
Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, New York

Monday, January 22, 2018

Titles Read in 2017

January

Gilliamesque by Terry Gilliam

Holding Company by Major Jackson

Poems of the Hundred Names by Henry H. Hart

Hung: a meditation on the measure of black men in America by Scott Poulson-Bryant

Yang Wan-li by J. D. Schmidt

At the Bottom of the River by Jamaica Kincaid

Great Balls of Fire by Ron Padgett

Poetry East #88/89 Autumn 2016 [contains one of my poems]

On Beards by Ely Shipley

This Man’s Army: a war in 50-odd sonnets by John Allan Wyeth; intro by Dana Gioia

The New Teen Titans #26, 27, Drug special, 28 - 34, and annual #2

The Adventures of Mr & Mrs Jim and Ron by Ron Padgett and Jim Dine

Invincible: ultimate collection, v. 10 by Kirkman and Ottley

February

The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ & Amal by E. K. Weaver [read online]

ABBA Unplugged by Karl French

Po Chu-I: selected poems translated by Burton Watson

Fodor’s Belize 2016

Merry Men #1 comic by Robert Rodi, Jackie Lewis

Brave Disguises by Gray Jacobik

Oh Joy Sex Toy vol. 1 by Erika Moen

Mayfly issue 62 Winter 2017

Toujours L’Amour by Ron Padgett

Set the Boy Free by Johnny Marr

Mining the Oort by Frederik Pohl

Oh Joy Sex Toy, v. 2 by Erika Moen and Matthew Nolan

Snow on the Water: the Red Moon anthology of English Language haiku 1998 edited by Jim Kacian

Pelvis with Distance by Jessica Jacobs

The Big Something by Ron Padgett

Oh Joy Sex Toy, v. 3 by Erika Moen and Matthew Nolan

March

The New Teen Titans, #35 - 37, Batman and the Outsiders, #5, NTT #38 - 44, annual #3

Tulsa Kid by Ron Padgett

Time Cat by Lloyd Alexander

Who Rules the World? by Noam Chomsky

A Glimpse of Red: the Red Moon anthology of English Language haiku 2000 edited by Jim Kacian

Controlled Decay by Gabriela Jauregui

Planetary: all over the world by Warren Ellis and John Cassaday

Best American Poetry 2010 guest editor, Amy Gerstler

The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher

Pegging the Wind: the Red Moon anthology of English Language haiku 2002 edited by Jim Kacian

Dear Friends: American photographs of men together, 1840 - 1918 by David Deitcher

Planetary, vol. 2: The Fourth Man by Warren Ellis and John Cassaday

Goldilocks and the Water Bears by Louisa Preston

Planetary, vol. 3: Leaving the 20th Century by Warren Ellis and John Cassaday

April

Poems of the Masters: China’s classic anthology edited by Red Pine

The Horses: new & selected poems by Richard Silberg

Wasting Time on the Internet by Kenneth Goldsmith

A New Resonance 2: emerging voices in English Language haiku edited by Jim Kacian and Dee Evetts

The Straight Line: writings on poets and poetry by Ron Padgett

Fairyland: a memoir of my father by Alysia Abbott

Kitaro by Shigeru Mizuki

Tales of the New Teen Titans, #45 - 59 (1984 - 85)

Planetary, vol. 4: Spacetime Archaeology by Ellis and Cassaday

Chapter and Verse by Bernard Sumner

Best American Poetry 2011 guest editor, Kevin Young

No Time for Dancing by Adam Hammer

Elizabeth Bishop: a miracle for breakfast by Megan Marshall

Triangles in the Afternoon by Ron Padgett

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

Blood Work: selected prose by Ron Padgett

May

What Is Obscenity? by Rokudenashiko

Red Indian Road West: Native American poetry from California edited by Kurt Schweigman and Lucille Lang Day

The Spoken Word Revolution edited by Mark Eleveld

The United States of Paranoia: a conspiracy theory by Jesse Walker

Are We Smart Enough to Know How Smart Animals Are? by Frans de Waal

The Book of Three by Lloyd Alexander

You Never Know by Ron Padgett

Bachelor Girl #1 a mini comic by Amy Martin

Families and Survivors by Alice Adams

The New Teen Titans (1984) #1 - 11, annual #1, #12 - 15

Love Is Love: a comic book anthology to benefit the survivors of the Orland Pulse shooting 

Capacity #8 a mini comic by Theo Ellsworth

How to Be Perfect (2007) by Ron Padgett

The Black Cauldron by Lloyd Alexander

June

Step Across the Line: uncollected nonfiction, 1992 - 2002 by Salman Rushdie

When We Rise by Cleve Jones

Many Times, But Then by Ann Lauterbach

The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven by Sherman Alexie

July

The New Titans #50 - 54 by Marv Wolfman and George Perez

Alone and Not Alone by Ron Padgett

The Castle of Llyr by Lloyd Alexander

Unseen City by Nathanael Johnson

How Long by Ron Padgett

Bukowski in a Sun Dress: confessions from a writing life by Kim Addonizio

Poetry Nov 2015, vol. 207 no. 2

Hey Fella Would You Mind Holding This Piano a Moment by William J. Harris

Thin Soils by Sim Warkov

Reaching by Sim Warkov

Grandchildren by Sim Warkov

Taran Wanderer by Lloyd Alexander

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

In My Own Dark Way by William J. Harris

The Collected Poems of Jean Toomer edited by Robert B. Jones and Margery Toomer Latimer

This Side of Time by Ko Un

My Brother’s Husband, vol. 1 by Gengoroh Tagame

August

Collected Poems by Ron Padgett

Jack Holmes and His Friend by Edmund Field

The High King by Lloyd Alexander

The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben

Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit

Mayfly issue 63, Summer 2017

September 

Edgar Allan Poe and the Juke-box: uncollected poems, drafts, and fragments by Elizabeth Bishop

Other Minds: the octopus, the sea, the deep origins of consciousness by Peter Godfrey-Smith

The Spoken World Revolution Redux edited by Mark Eleveld

Supermutant Magic Academy by Jillian Tamaki

Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong

Listen, Liberal by Thomas Frank

Hip-Hop and Rap: Complete Lyrics for 175 Songs [read to page 100]

Askew #20, 2017

October

Captains Courageous by Rudyard Kipling

Crisis on Infinite Earths, #1 - 12, by Marv Wolfman and George Perez

The History and Uncertain Future of Handwriting by Anne Trubek

The Poetry of Ishikawa Takuboka by H. H. Honda

Poems to Eat by Takuboku

Finn Family Moomintroll by Tove Jansson

I Contain Multitudes by Ed Yong

Complete Poems by Blaise Cendrars, translated by Ron Padgett

Punk USA: the rise and fall of Lookout! Records by Kevin Prested

Not My Small Diary #19: Unexplained Events edited by Delaine Dorry Green

The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson

Bound for Canaan: the underground railroad and the war for the soul of America by Fergus M. Bordevich

November

The Stranger in the Woods: the extraordinary story of the last true hermit by Michael Finkel

Sad Toys by Takuboku Ishikaway, translated by Sanford Goldstein and Seishi Shinada

A Semblance of Adulthood a mini comic by Erika Sjule

Night Hag a mini comic by Rayne Klar

The Vision, vol. 1 by Tom King

The Vision, vol. 2 by Tom King

Poetry March 2017, vol. 209 nol. 6

Be Your Own Backing Band comics by Liz Prince

Paradise, Indiana by Bruce Snider

Slipstream #37 Bergatti & Farallo, editors

MIXD AZN QUEERS June 2017, a zine edited by Jess Wu-O

I’m a bad person and so are you mini comic by Geoff Vasile

Copperhead by Rachel Richardson

Legends of the Fall by Jim Harrison

Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, vol. 32 no. 1 2015

“Do You Have a Band?”: poetry and punk rock in New York City by Daniel Kane

December

Chronicles, volume one by Bob Dylan

Hundred-Year Wave by Rachel Richardson 

Moominsummer Madness by Tove Jansson

Ghosts of the Tsunami by Richard Lloyd Parry

Perv: the sexual deviant in all of us by Jesse Bening

Big Bucks: the explosion of the art market in the 21st century by Georgina Adam

Moominland Midwinter by Tove Jansson

Poetry April 2017, vol. 210 no. 1

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Best Poems of 2017

Ernest J. Berry …… haiku “impressive name”
Blaise Cendrars …… The Formosa: Life
Bernard Eibond …… haiku “frog pond”
Carolyn Hall …… haiku “enough blossoms”
Yvonne Hardenbrook …… haiku “solstice afternoon”
Duriel E. Harris …… Self Portrait at the Millennium
Paul Hoover …… God’s Promises
Gary Hotham …… haiku “fog”
Takuboku Ishikawa …… “That story of an affair”
Byron Jackson …… haiku “everywhere”
Major Jackson …… Narcissus
Ling Ju Jung …… Night Reverie
James Longenbach …… Snow
Nikola Nilic …… haiku “moonlight”
Linda Noel …… Time Frame
H. F. Noyes …… haiku “subway posters”
W. F. Owen …… haiku “in the park”
Ron Padgett …… Album
Ron Padgett …… Alone and Not Alone
Ron Padgett …… The Ems Dispatch
Ron Padgett …… Nunc
Ron Padgett …… Postcards
Ron Padgett …… Tom and Jerry Graduate from High School
Carl Patrick …… haiku “fireflies”
Po Chu-I …… Aboard a Boat, Reading Yuan Ninth’s Poems
Po Chu-I …… Night on the West River
Jeffrey Rabkin …… haiku “after coming in”
Rachel Richardson …… The Horses
David Rollins …… haiku “this long journey”
John Sheirer …… haiku “talking in her sleep”
Doug Sherman …… haiku “long meeting”
Sun Yun Feng …… Riding at Daybreak
Anna Tambour …… haiku “preoccupied”
Rick Tarquinio …… haiku “winter night”
Wang An Shih …… The Plum Tree
Wang Chih-Huan …… Climbing White Stork Tower
Wei Ying-Wu …… Chuchou’s West Stream


**


If this is your first visit to Dare I Read, welcome. If you’ve been here a few times you already know about my “Best Poems” lists. Today’s list consists of the poems I read in 2017 and decided I could not leave behind. As I read I keep handy a stack of placemarks. If I read a poem I want to read again, I pop in a placemark. I revisit the poem until it wears out for me, or until I decide I have to keep it. In the latter case I hand copy the poem into a looseleaf notebook.

The haiku comes primarily from anthologies published by Red Moon Press. I worked my way through what I could find in libraries. 


I’ve enjoyed Ron Padgett’s poems as I’ve encountered them here and there. This year I took on his books in chronological order. I was surprised to find that the copies held by the Berkeley Public Library were often checked out. There were even holds queues. For poetry! People waiting in line for poetry! It wasn’t until we caught up with Jim Jarmusch’s Paterson on DVD that I clued in on what was driving the popularity. The movie’s poet protagonist writes poems that are written by Ron Padgett. So there were some new interviews with Padgett based on his contributions to the film, which I also read. Ron Padgett’s Collected Poems also is freshly out. It’s big and thick. I got to it after I read the slim volumes, so I would only have to heft it to read poems I otherwise couldn’t find. In one of the interviews Padgett says when he met Adam Driver, the Paterson actor, Driver told Padgett he’d read the big Collected all the way through. Padgett seems to have been tempted to respond, “You didn’t have to do that.”