<\/span><\/p>\n from<\/span> Girandole<\/span><\/p>\n it’s how the soft un- chases whisper, edge an arm swims * <\/p>\n break, but ….no ly an twists *<\/p>\n In my poem Canto Diurno # 1<\/span>, (1986), I speak to Gustaf’s work:<\/p>\n noon<\/p>\n re Sobin’s work<\/span>:<\/p>\n two ways of working, essentially: first the vertical \/ spine poem that turns\/twists on grammatik<\/span>, <\/p>\n cf: ‘compose. (no ideas <\/p>\n (this vertical tropos is not be confused with the ‘organic’ – romantic image of poem as tree, of art\/work as natural growth, tree with bole\/trunk, roots & branches, or with man as tree confusion, the renaissance romance, Leonardo’s tree-man inscribed upright in the cosmos, that cosmic anthropocentrism out of which (even if seemingly as reaction against) came romanticism, all the way down to us \u2014 for us still there in Duncan, though he already on the edge of a new configuration, twin to the explosante-fixe<\/span>, already close to what this new figure might be, is, in, say Celan, Sobin, some others’, my own work: a necessary denial of tree image, a first approximation of the rhizome.)<\/p>\n &, secondly, a horizontal\/horizonal single line sprezzatura (even when it takes two, or three, or, rarely, four or five lines, it always works on the one\/single, line. These, nearly always truncated, fore-shortened, literally, as if the eye (the writer’s?, the reader’s?) cld only catch that tail-end, or started out too fast, flew over, too eager at the beginning, the beginning therefore, the origin therefore always hidden\/in hiding, the breath that is inhaled, invisible air that goes in to come out again of the body, colored, thus visible, inky glyphs shaped by lips & teeth & tongue \u2014 but something always already caught \/ now catches \/ in the throat.<\/p>\n Catches, caches. a scroll, a banner of words \/ no banter here\/ no more air about to breezily agitate the sentences. It is as if all the air there was, was needed in the breath-making of the line and now those foreshortened lines rest exhausted, after a long journey, a trajectory described, come to rest in the playing field of gravity (of words, of language – the invisible ether\/origin maybe the ideas as forerunners ((but what does come first : thought or language? the aim of poetry clearly the attempt to put that question out of play by creating the concordance of the two: the shadow and the thing, the thought and the word)) gravity, I said, then there is play again, \u00e7a en d\u00e9coule<\/span>, gravitas, gravide, grave\/grave \u2014 bringing it all back down to earth.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n The horizontal and vertical forms interpenetrate in the architectonics of the book, creating for the reader the design of a cross, a cross firmly planted in the grass and ground of southern France.<\/p>\n but that cross formed, that many-armed figure is not meant for<\/span> the man who wrote the poems: it is not even meant as the man’s shadow: it is the man.<\/p>\n his shadow the high summer scarecrows speckle the Vaucluse.<\/p>\n or maybe his shadow is only the shadow of those scarescrows.<\/p>\n he said them. unsaid them all.<\/p>\n crows are birds of omen. so are scares. so are the scars we call words.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n Strange how I hear Blanchot in so many of the horizonals:<\/p>\n “towards that ear, that ether, that absentia<\/span> of all presence: presence itself.”<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n & this, which Duncan immediately worried out of the ‘ars poetica’:<\/p>\n “but death continuously discharged, expelled, a death kept alive.”<\/p>\n i.e.: our life alived *<\/p>\n ex-vita<\/span>, he writes, I hear the rime: ex-voto<\/span>, & look up<\/p>\n votive: 1. given or dedicated in fulfillment of a vow or pledge: a votive offering<\/span><\/p>\n 2. expressing a wish, desire or vow. A votive prayer<\/span>.<\/p>\n ex-voto<\/span>: (according to a vow) a votive offering<\/span><\/p>\n *<\/p>\n that many-armed cross also a loom, the woof & weft of the cloth woven thereon.<\/p>\n and in woven there is the vow makes the poem a votive offering.<\/p>\n which is not the violent\/bloody sacrifice of devotion where everything goes up in fire and smoke. no sparagmos here, what happens here happens as air, as breath that a-lives, and thus “the earth as air”, even.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n … and come now, a few pages further into the text, to the word ‘votive’ I had earlier teased out of ex-vita:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/span> as votive: for<\/p>\n <\/span> the vow from Girandole it’s how thescarf falls, andthe softbraided silverof the shoes… their signs!that sky! thenew un-declined night!whisper chases whisper, edgeits edges,as an arm swimstoward thecastbrass palmleavesof the light. * break, butwhere; shatter, awave, stillswelling,...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-38","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=38"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=38"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=38"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=38"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n
scarf falls, and
the<\/span><\/p>\n
braided silver
of the shoes… their signs!
that sky! the
new <\/p>\n
declined night!
whisper <\/p>\n
its edges,
as <\/p>\n
toward the
cast
brass palmleaves
of the light. <\/p>\n
where; shatter, a
wave, still
swelling, against what? ………
…………………………………………. <\/p>\n
heaven, and
scarce- <\/p>\n
earth, a-
wash in that last echo: a
mouth, as it <\/p>\n
to the fold of a shoulder. <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
but in…)’
grammatik<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
protected…<\/p>\n
in the tension
of the worded
line<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/p>\n
of the rose<\/span>.<\/div>\n<\/p><\/div><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"