I have two visual poems published in the current issue of Otoliths. You can check them out here.
Omg, haven’t posted in months. LOL. I’m thinking about rejiggering this blog a bit. I’ve been pretty damn conceptual since its inception–nah, even a bit academic–and that was okay. But…I think I’m getting bored with my conceptual-ness, which is not okay, because it reeks of obscurantism (ha, ha! mouthful). I’ll be honest: I have a love/hate relationship with academics/academia. My problem? I dislike gatekeepers and elitists. But then, we do need these folks to critique, catalogue and disseminate “Art.”
Anyway, I’m getting offtrack.
Here’s something interesting, though. At least, something I think is interesting, if you’ll bear with me. I haven’t really mapped out (organizationally) what I intend to do vis a vis a visual poem. I just sorta go for it, splashing paint all round like a madman. I’m not using this “technique” for the vispo series I’m working on now. I have the vispos worked out in my head before execution. Not sure how it will work out, but we will see.
Please submit to Angry Old Man, a brand new rag. AOM accepts visual and concrete poetry, art, collage, asemic writing, blackout poetry, conceptual writing, flarf, found poetry, spam lit, flash fiction, etc.
Angry Old Man Magazine is dedicated to experimental writing, poetry and art. AOM wishes to publish work that is risky and follows no prescribed dogma/style/schema/school.
Closing date for submissions is August 31, 2017.
I’ve been published in Otoliths #45, probably the coolest & hippest lit mag on the planet. Lots of great stuff in this issue–have a look. Mark Young, the editor, is a trailblazer and all-a-around genius.
In my previous post, I explained what I believe is a way to bring two schools of poetry together. Why it should matter, I have no idea. Honestly, I don’t care. I mean, yes, I am amused by how both sides take it so seriously–but, in the end, it’s all a bunch of palaver and bull-hockey, et.al.
People try to direct a trend or tendency into a movement or school of thought in order to attach importance to it, and a lucrative career, but that’s bullshit too. Unfortunately, the edifice erected by the Conceptual Poets and School of Feeling may crumble and turn to dust at any time. Art is ephemeral. These artificial schools of thought mean absolutely nothing in the end. In fact, they are counterproductive. They don’t represent what people are really doing in the real world.
I guess, for me, when you try to do anything artistic, it’s not about logic/reason. Kenneth Goldsmith believes it is–that you can plot a scientific course (remember Marx & Engels?), with a predictable schema in hand, and arrive logically at “Art.” It never happens that way, IMHO. You are surely influenced by particular modes and sensibilities, but the making of art is a completely arbitrary exercise. No one knows what they are doing, and if they did, nothing of importance would ever be created.
And that’s why it’s limiting and counterproductive to fall for the lie of the “dueling poetic schools.” It’s, again, good for careers, and an ego boost for well compensated rhetoricians in the Ivory Tower, but for burnouts like me, it leaves me cold–and bored. I’m sure Dick Higgins would approve.
NEXT: WHY INTERMEDIA IS A WAY OUT OF THE “SCHOOLS OF THOUGHT” MODEL.