Jul
4
What We Heard
The word comes rough out of the body. A wind. Constriction. Friction makes the sound. We all hate speech because it forces us to believe we are human, because we are forced into the human horde. The only way to control it, to control the word, is to write it. To draw it.
Last night, I attended the opening reception for a retrospective of Robert Grenier's poetry at Southfirst in Brooklyn. The show went by the name "Language Objects, Letters in Space, 1970-2013," and it included everything after his first book of poetry, Dusk Road Games. Poetry, an essay, an edited set of poetry by Larry Eigner, one photograph, a letter, some archival materials (notebooks with poems wrawn into double-page spreads and across the physical gutters of the books)--yet this was an art show.
Last night, I attended the opening reception for a retrospective of Robert Grenier's poetry at Southfirst in Brooklyn. The show went by the name "Language Objects, Letters in Space, 1970-2013," and it included everything after his first book of poetry, Dusk Road Games. Poetry, an essay, an edited set of poetry by Larry Eigner, one photograph, a letter, some archival materials (notebooks with poems wrawn into double-page spreads and across the physical gutters of the books)--yet this was an art show.
