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From: April Corioso
To: Stephen Morse ; Judy Brekke ; Mugsy
Cc: April Corioso @ LMC
Sent: Sunday, January 29, 2006 1:03 PM
Subject: Making poems look like they sound

 
Gang,
 
I ended yesterday's follow-up to my letter on grabbing MOAPG "items" for a Juice online 2006 Index on the [Go] Index of Indexes with this teaser:
"The oral culture used what the brain was best adapted for to erect a civilization that existed primarily in the minds of its members. This was accomplished through the use of the powerful contextual language we know today as poetry. The use of spoken language evolved to a high art in which process was indistinguishable from content." [ italic mine, g.f. ]
 
--Peter Brown, The Hypnotic Brain
(1991)
 
I said "notes" (plural) at the top, so I'll leave that quote for you to daydream on in the context of all we've been doing with this making poems like poems sound, rather than how poems (are thought to) look....
 
I might start sketching a "third thing" in 2006, with Waking the Poet and the Interview I did with Jared being the "first" and "second" things.... Waking's framework was a seminar (hours) in a book (foreword and afterword), the Interview's was an interview and this'll be ...well, I ain't dreamed that up yet. It'll be digital, probably surface in Juice online, since all this growing context is there, so ...what do I do to make it not just another eletter? And, not, say the folios I'm doing. An idea growing. Those folios are just "bound eletters". Eletters in the browser with a pack of links at the top (some groups of letters on my site have the pack of links at the bottom, very casual).
 
The pages in a folio aren't constrained into a model, like my hbooks on my site. So, I could do a mini-hbook, pages set like in my books online. Oh, well, I'm jumping ahead here. Y'see, for me no distinction between process and content exists. It was what I was trying to say when I titled a metablab "Art for Art's Sake" and, then, opened with a tale of Orville and Wilbur. The phrase is a put down. Means if you aren't doing your art "for" something (to serve the oppressed or Chairman Mao or Citibank), it's just "empty" activity. But if you aren't doing art for art's sake it's not going to fly and neither are or whatever you think your art's for. Oh, well.
 
But, what we're doing in all this processing, or playing, of the poem, as a voice will, c'n surely break down that false "distinction" - and no amount of reading, unless you're jamming when you read, or being drenched in somebody else's thinking, experiencing and talking, is going to get your p-poets there.
 
by
old Poto
mac
candidate
jumps
in yo
noises
from
thrashing
 
And if somebody thought he understood somebody who understood what "composition by field" meant who didn't know how the first four syllables in that were reorienting themselves from normal prose phrasing, in the playing, just as Faraday's "electrical" and "magnetic" objects generating and responding to "fields" around each other, resolving then, with the fifth syllable, ye'd have to ask him where, after quoting the right people, he goes to get some real field phenomena in the interaction of phonemic "current" and experiential "meaning" to write, and create, a line or two or five. And in this playing, remember, "sounds / of splashing" was tensored into "noises / from / thrashing", the humanly meaningful "noises" being a different order of experience than, oh, say, the more impersonal "sounds". So, the distinction between the process, what the (human) voice does, and the content, what's actually set out for what a listening reader's ear (human's "making sense" hearing) does ...just fades away.... And if anybody doesn't get what you did with Corwin's poem except, maybe, in the last three one-word lines, but after coming back into the margin, ...well, somebody's at least got a burr placed under his or her saddling complacency.

I'm not starting in on that "third" thing, except I guess I've been "started in" for a while, maybe even overlapping with the Interview, which in about another month will be a year old. But it's taken on shape, gradually, from way back when we first tried to get MOAPGers to think about line-breaks and you put a poem, with short lines, live images, up with Enter or Return or whatever written after each line ...and got all kinds of responses to images and no comment or seeming notice of the extra word tagged on each line, no comment on line placement, stacking, shaping, no nothing about how the poem was set down. aaarrrggghhh.... Blabs, playings with poems, whether my full out Jamming with the Ballad of Green Sky (and nobody even sensed anything going on in that name-making) or your playing with Brad's poem which seemingly went over like a lead balloon. I feel like walking out onto the center of the MOAPG table and screaming, "Hello! Is anybody awake in here? Why have you all fallen forward with your faces in your plates? What are those theta rhythms slopping back and forth in your brains? Why are your legs like the back-halves of fish?"
 
Still, it's in doing it that we c'n get a feel for it and then maybe extract some patterns, articulate 'em, and have some craft to offer.... Even when people joined in for some jamming, it was the frogs more than the jamming as a way of presenting 'em. Don't let the developing picture jump through the bath too quickly, ...oops, dark-room talk.
 
I'm just doodling, but who knows. There's a little more to the quote I used to get from yesterday's letter to this one.
 
"That cultures can be complex and sophisticated solely on the basis of the spoken word is difficult for us to imagine. Writing so transforms human consciousness that it takes considerable effort to recognize our literate bias. Building on the long evolutionary process, the oral culture brought personal face-to-face communication to its first great elaboration. The oral culture used what the brain was best adapted for to erect a civilization that existed primarily in the minds of its members. This was accomplished through the use of the powerful contextual language we know today as poetry. The use of spoken language evolved to a high art in which process was indistinguishable from content. The oral poetry of non-literate cultures forms a close parallel model to the verbal style of Ericksonian hypnotherapy" [ italic mine, g.f. ]
 
I cautioned you against sending Corwin to "investigate" a sea of writings, the whole projective, or ejective or adjective "verse" business without any seafaring skills (or even starting him with, say, my Credo and it's annotations, at http://home.earthlink.net/~acorioso/FJCredo.htm) and, here, that quote seems to point to far deeper and wilder seas to head into, sailing into pretty strong prevailing winds.... If you're going to build civilizations, cultures primarily in people's minds, using only spoken language, or even glimpses of such things, for the duration of, say, a poem, using heightened contextual language, ...well, you'd better have some sense of how to get your voice into somebody's head, and how to work "in there".
 
Here's Erickson, in a frequently quoted talk to somebody he's guided to her childhood experiences in what some might call the  dream world: "And my voice goes everywhere with you, and changes into the voice of your parents, your teachers, your playmates and the voices of the wind and of the rain...."
 
And here, from before I'd come across Erickson and his use of language, is the end of my Return of the Shaman. The whole poem is the first place-holder for my set of poems in Juice online 2006.
 
...
Show that mutha
old Coyote is still
o'nery as ever.

& I'll do some painting
in Earth colors
or in gold leaf, whatever -

with little whorls
in it -

coriolis

spirit dancers -

& drink the dark wine
& sing

the wind in high branches
& sea-wetted rocks

& new places

& I'll get hide-wet
in the woman's dark arch

& watch for the soft
face

of new life.
 
 
After jamming.... To lead Corwin through a riff, as a voice plays it, you opened just about every seam in his poem, and writing it down, you made his poem look like it sounded, as you played it. You used the techniques we've been playing with for a couple handfuls of months. Some in MOAPG some more in letters in the Juice squad-room and, some of it embedded in Juice online 2004, 2005. So, is every poem going to be a kind of dazzling scatter of those little phonemic figures, the syllables, in some instances words, even birthings of phrases, maybe...? Nope. These hard-riffs, opening up everything, are jazz soloists playing cosmic scales. No relations are snapped. It c'n all go back together. Writing to you guys, Carlos, April, I wrote a haiku bouncing off Basho's famous
 
Furu ike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto

Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water.
 
That's reality jumping into the tranquil mind, most say, and the ripples from those landings will, in time smooth out. I figured our western mind is ...well, a whole lot more active. Not an old pond, but the whole welkin, the sea and sky, the heavens, climate and weather....
 
twisting in the wind
under a lowering sky
a captured grey bird
 
In our to-and-froing, Carlos pointed out that the Japanese write them vertically, and it's just how they do it, hanging them, too, on a central margin, not a left or right margin. Later, I did hang it centrally, but first I did this bit of line stacking.
 
twisting
in
the
wind
yo
under
a
lowering
sky
yo
a
captured
grey
bird
 
For us, writing it vertically is opening it up, playing the notes purely and distinctly, jamming it. Where Basho marked his main line-break (of the two with a formal punctuation-syllable, ya, I marked both of mine with a very Amerish (A-mer'-ish) yo, and didn't enter 'em (they're punctuation marks) in my count. Playing this, you can't help knowing the key to the whole thing, the real presence of mind, which in Basho is the pond, is, here, captured and "captured / grey / bird" is a distinct set of gusts....
 
So, can we go back to the, say, three line poem, and that's the question, for you and Corwin, can Corwin go back to his lined poem, changed or not, I started with? Sure can. And you can see what ultimately you can count on getting in your playing the syllables. You see, I play the phonemes, the phonemic instrument, and so you can see, now, how I'd already gotten those three distinct gusts to flesh out the twisting: "a captureD Grey BirD" ...three words as separated down in the phonemic flow as surely as if line breaks were there....
 
We all do it, it's the basis of "having an ear" and even novices, living around the language or languages for a life-time, have it, but this playing the notes, as a voice would, sure sharpens the player's technique. Sometimes, going back to lines, you keep some of the lining, like Corwin might keep that ending three after a long one or one placed out to the right, and sometimes you know you've got to juggle the phonemic music in a line to match something in that opened up playing. Here's how I always moved in the good old days...,
 
CITY HUNT

Long, bleak
heartscapes where i run in my
vision, lost
as i wake into fog drenched
wallscapes, run
knotted into trudging
hours long walk, to walk
away the gathered
fires and howls -
through windows i see the holders
of civilization
arched back, thrusting
at Diona, bent over a board table, arms
swimming among fluttering
prospecti,
the holders of culture
zeroing in on each
other's reared buttocks
while Diona escapes -
and beside her i run, a few
thrusting holders even fanning wind
trying for my fleeing butt,
a few spearing at this
in me turning to leave
                              figure...

snarling, whining
that i'd move up to the high desert
get wind burnt, rip
off and wear the Indian's skin
                  or
drift back farther in coriolis
                      swirls
of time,
wear mammoth
hide, rip off
the raw boned Siberian's sighting,

                     but i turn
               more deeply

the thing in me'd
go deeper,

                  farther back,

to be again
a molecular sentience in primal
soup, the first hot sea, and rebound

            to fling itself outward

                        and know wholly

our galaxies

                        our constellar

                                    cities.
 
 
Hey, all three of these are going into a folio, the "Hyperzine 06 Sequence" which is some of the eletters having to do with the transition from 10005 to 2006. In a while, a few more things likely for it, I'll send you, Stephen, a copy for your eDen. But I just had an idea just for reading pleasure and ease. I'll make up a little pair that's the one suggesting you do a wrapper and writing about that and this one. The one between was only about putting in the "sheets of paper" and the teaser repeated at the top here. Then, if you like the idea, but aren't spurred to do that wrapper you could put these two as the top two on the "Items from MOAPG" index-page (I'll have a "continuing" link on the first one). You need a box at the top telling what "Items from MOAPG" are going to be showing up. Then, one (or two, linked) that's "how and why".... Anyway, my voice will go with you, as a voice would,
 
Gene