Jun
29
interpenetratation
Dreamtime Village, Highway A, West Lima, Wisconsin
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Jun
28
Vispo Rumination 39
The Lowell Inn and Conference Center, Room 501, University of Wisconsin, Madison, Wisconsin
The word is air, but the visual poem is solid.
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The word is air, but the visual poem is solid.
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Jun
27
Thursday in the Park
The Lowell Inn and Conference Center, Room 501, University of Wisconsin, Madison, Wisconsin
While walking along State Street in Madison tonight, I ran across this chalk graffito written on the pavement in a tiny urban park in this small city. The graffito is merely a diatribe against the park, complaining that it is filth and should be flushed down the toilet.
While walking along State Street in Madison tonight, I ran across this chalk graffito written on the pavement in a tiny urban park in this small city. The graffito is merely a diatribe against the park, complaining that it is filth and should be flushed down the toilet.
Jun
26
The Textual Imagination in Southern California
The Lowell Inn and Conference Center, Room 501, University of Wisconsin, Madison, Wisconsin
Maybe Helen Frankenthaler is a painter, but her signature is a bit of text, a slip of handwriting, the crabbed calligraphy of the perfected hand.
Or maybe Helen Frankenthaler’s signature is a line of sailboats, their masts rising out of the horizon as this painting by John Bloomberg-Rissman’s brother (whom I assume is Bob Rissman) might indicate.
And we may never know.
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Maybe Helen Frankenthaler is a painter, but her signature is a bit of text, a slip of handwriting, the crabbed calligraphy of the perfected hand.
Or maybe Helen Frankenthaler’s signature is a line of sailboats, their masts rising out of the horizon as this painting by John Bloomberg-Rissman’s brother (whom I assume is Bob Rissman) might indicate.
And we may never know.
ecr. l’inf.
Jun
25
The Textual Imagination in Madison
Robert Curtis, “Time Keeper” (1983)
The Lowell Inn and Conference Center, Room 501, University of Wisconsin, Madison, Wisconsin
During my time in Madison, Wisconsin, I have kept a lookout for examples of the textual imagination here, which has been made more difficult by the fact that I’ve been inside working almost the entire time I’ve been here. My sessions begin at 8:30 in the morning, and it is usually 8:30 or 9:00 at night that they end—though there is some walking outside to restaurants.
The Lowell Inn and Conference Center, Room 501, University of Wisconsin, Madison, Wisconsin
During my time in Madison, Wisconsin, I have kept a lookout for examples of the textual imagination here, which has been made more difficult by the fact that I’ve been inside working almost the entire time I’ve been here. My sessions begin at 8:30 in the morning, and it is usually 8:30 or 9:00 at night that they end—though there is some walking outside to restaurants.
Jun
24
bindithoughts 11
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The Lowell Inn and Conference Center, Room 501, University of Wisconsin, Madison, Wisconsin
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Lake Mendota, Madison Wisconsin (21 Jun 2008)
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I’m in Madison, Wisconsin, for the week for the Archives Leadership Institute, which event I’m blogging elsewhere. What I have discovered while I have been here is that Madison is quite a lovely city, small, and situated on the narrowest of isthmuses and between two lakes.
The Lowell Inn and Conference Center, Room 501, University of Wisconsin, Madison, Wisconsin
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Lake Mendota, Madison Wisconsin (21 Jun 2008)
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I’m in Madison, Wisconsin, for the week for the Archives Leadership Institute, which event I’m blogging elsewhere. What I have discovered while I have been here is that Madison is quite a lovely city, small, and situated on the narrowest of isthmuses and between two lakes.
Jun
22
Letterness
The Lowell Inn and Conference Center, Room 501, University of Wisconsin, Madison, Wisconsin
Being a visual poet, I am entranced by the letter, and sometimes the letter alone, singly, without ornament, maybe without even the pretense of beauty. Even letters in meaningless patterns can tempt my eye, yet there is more than temptations in such swarms of letters.
Being a visual poet, I am entranced by the letter, and sometimes the letter alone, singly, without ornament, maybe without even the pretense of beauty. Even letters in meaningless patterns can tempt my eye, yet there is more than temptations in such swarms of letters.
Jun
21
Remembering the Unrememberable
On October 10, 2005, I began writing a poem for twelve voices, but it went nowhere. I have kept the opening just in case I decide to finish this poem twelve years from now. And I present this Sapphic fragment tonight only because I'm traveling tomorrow and spent the late afternoon and early evening working on the yard and cleaning the house, and I've yet to pack for eleven days on the road.
Jun
20
Vispo Rumination 38
Words are normally invisible carriers of meaning to us, but this is not the case with poetry. Text is usually an invisible purveyor of sense to us, but not in visual poetry.
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