dbqp: visualizing poetics: September 2006

Card Catalog Poems: Notes towards a Sequence of Drawers

Ant Pasted – Az Utolso Wereczkey

Baa Baa Black Sheep – Beauties

Beauties – Big Store

[Boogie Doodle [–] Bronze Venus]

[Brooding Eyes [–] Campus Vamp]

Canada - Champs Step Out

Chance at Heaven – Clancy of the Mounted

Clancy’s Kosher Wedding – Con Men

Connecticut Yankee – Ctyricet Dedecku

Cuadros Musicales – A Date With…

Devil on Horseback – Don Mike

Donne Alle Fonte – Earth’s Other Half

Earth vs. Flying Saucers – En Dag Ombord

En Dag Pa Gotska - Fantomas

Far and Near – Finland Speaks

Finn & Caddie – Food Stream

Foofle’s Picnic – Frontier Marshal

Frontier Outlaws – The Ghoul

Guttarnos O.

Sep

A Beepliography and a Cerebration

Stamps and Markings on the Envelope Encasing a Copy of the Announcement for A Beepliographic Cyclopoedia (5 Sep 2006)

bpNichol, by name alone, is an inspiration for little dbqp, which doubles his first two initials to suggest the ineluctable visuality of written language.

But there was so much more to the man.

Sep

The Slenderest Collection of Glory

I find myself tonight with a sturdy chapbook in my hands. The book is a selection of Bob Grumman’s poetry from the past forty years. If I were coming into this cold, I might wonder why the pages of this book were imprinted with both poems in lines and poems with and as pictures. But I’ve known Bob for about half those years, and I know his poetry well.

Sep

The Green Hills of Austin

As I paw through and pore over my extensive correspondence files, I find myself surprised by the past. There is so much I’ve forgotten, so many controversies, so much sadness, so many joys. I keep stumbling over notes I don’t remember, events I couldn’t otherwise recall, and mailart that is now brand-new to me.

Sep

When Refrigeration is Enough

No time during the day to sit down and write. Instead, I spent much of the day organizing my supposedly organized papers, specifically my correspondence. Occasionally, I would find within a pile of unfiled correspondence something else, so tonight (or this morning) I present this something else, a little bauble of words: a magnet poem by Nancy and a shopping list by me that includes a couple of family terms ("eggnod" and "ksream").

Sep

invinitiation

Sep

Wordflag and Dogwaffle

David E. Patton, "Word Flag" (18 Sep 2006)

Adam's Mark, Room 716, Buffalo, New York

After a long day, I drove a vanload of people to Niagara Falls and walked across the Rainbow Bridge to the Canadian falls, where we saw the lights turned off on the falls at midnight yet could still see the water slip over the brink. Always impressive. But I've no time for much right now, nothing much more than an unformed thought.

David E.

Sep

Do Not Stand or Sit

The role of men while their wives are occupied in dressing rooms is to stand on the other side of the door, awaiting an opportunity to provide advice on clothing or to retrieve an item in another size. They also simply wait. While I wait outside of dressing rooms, I tend to pretend that I’m in my element. I examine the clothes around me, I search for clothes for Nancy, I return clothes to racks and make sure everything is neat and organized.

Sep

Injector Growl

First, it begins.

Reed Altemus, John M. Bennett, and Jim Leftwich, "Injector Growl," Sheet One (2006)

We are spinning, spinning down and in. Or it is spinning around us. Lines of words like threads or ribbons. Ribbons of text, flat but spiraling. A storm, a seaside gale. Wrack and wreak. A paragraph let loose in the wash, tossed in the suds. Or twisted strata, maybe striations across a rock face. Stratigraphy is everything. There are layers layered on layers.

Sep

Being a Keukan Being (A Twenty-First Letter to a Young, Imaginary Visual Poet)

Days Inn, Room 216, Auburn, New York

The simple answer to your familiar question is that I don’t think any of us has enough time to do everything we want to do with our lives person, professional, and artistic. The desire to accomplish more than the world allows us with the modest stipend of time we’re granted is what forces us into this situation. I assume—but cannot prove—that it really is possible to balance all of these lives, adequately enough to make them all work.

dbqp: visualizing poetics

visual poetry, the textual imagination, and personal experience