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Thursday, September 30, 2004

Wrong War, Wrong Time

CORAL GABLES, Fla. - Hundreds of protesters, including some carrying flag-draped coffins, gathered outside the University of Miami campus before Thursday's debate between President Bush and Democratic candidate John Kerry.

Demonstrators carried 76 flag-draped miniature coffins, one for each soldier killed in Iraq this month, in a half-mile parade down U.S. 1 across the street a block from campus.


The protest went quiet as the soldiers' names were read aloud. Pallbearer Carol Klingbeio said she came because of "my conscience, my outrage and my fear for the planet."


Most protesters were Kerry supporters, some with signs reading: "What's to debate? Bush lied, fire him." But three pro-Bush students crashed the coffin march with a large Bush-Cheney sign.


"We were looking for other Bush supporters, but we couldn't find them," said 21-year-old Loren Baum.


Police presence was heavy, but no protesters were arrested on or off campus, police said.


Earlier, more than 300 people lined U.S. 1 for several blocks, waving pink signs that read, "The next pink slip might be yours."


The students, union members and unemployed workers protesting President Bush's economic policies chanted "Kerry, Kerry, Kerry" and "What do we want? Jobs."


Across the street, about a dozen students and staff held an impromptu rally supporting Bush. Many waved pro-Bush signs, including a bedsheet painted with the message "Cubans for Bush."


About 100 Cuban-Americans, who traditionally support Republicans, were protesting against Bush because of strict restrictions his administration has imposed on travel to Cuba.


"All these people never voted against Republicans before, but this particular issue is of such concern that even the ones who never voted at all want to vote against Bush," said Rosa Garmendia.


On campus, hundreds of students packed into the Rathskeller Plaza to watch the debate on a big-screen television. "The atmosphere in here is crazy," said freshman Anthony DiAntonio. "You wouldn't expect that from a crowd that typically doesn't vote."



Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Raymond Danowski

More than four decades ago, when Raymond Danowski was an unhappy teenager in the Bronx, he worked after school shelving books in the Burgess-Carpenter Library at Columbia University.
"It was like an oasis for me," Mr. Danowski recalled.

He has traveled a long way since then; his picaresque life as a thrice-married art dealer and book collector has led him throughout the world, and he splits his time between Britain and South Africa.

Now in an astonishingly literal fashion he has donated a library he himself created--some 60,000 volumes and tens of thousands more of periodicals, posters, recordings and other items devoted to 20th-century poetry in the English language--to the Robert W. Woodruff Library at Emory University here.

The Danowski collection includes rare and coveted volumes by T. S. Eliot, William Butler Yeats, Emily Dickinson, Allen Ginsberg, William Carlos Williams and James Merrill, among many others. There is even a first printing of an 1855 edition of Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass," Mr. Danowski said, because of Whitman's influence on later poets.

Mr. Danowski's gift is "the largest English-language poetry collection ever put together by an individual,'' said Stephen Enniss, the director of special collections and archives at the Woodruff Library. With its many treasures, its overall condition (a remarkable number of volumes are pristine) and, most of all, its breadth, Mr. Enniss says, it ranks among the most important literature collections of the last century. The donation instantly transforms Emory into the nation's center for poetry research, said Ronald Schuchard, an English professor at Emory who was instrumental in persuading Mr. Danowski to bring his library here.

"This library contains outstanding copies of the most singular rarities,'' said Dana Gioia, the chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts and a poet himself. "But beyond that, if there is any book of modern poetry that isn't in it, I'd like to know what it is. With this wildly omnivorous collection, Emory has become one of the major literary archives in North America.''

Amassed over 30 years, the collection was stored first in a barn in Hertfordshire, England, and later in warehouses in London and Geneva. It is uncatalogued in any computer file and the only record of its holdings have until now been in Mr. Danowski's mind. He said that he could envision the library, virtually volume by volume, though he had never seen it all assembled. It was shipped to Atlanta in about 1,500 cardboard boxes and tea crates that filled two 40-foot-long and two 20-foot-long cargo containers.

The library has yet to be completely appraised by Emory. "We place the value at $6 million to $7 million and counting," Earl Lewis, the university provost, said. The gift was made earlier this year, but Emory announced it only this month because it took months for the university to determine what it had.

"A teaching library, one that a grad student could use for doctoral research," Mr. Danowski said. "That's what I set out to make."

In his telling, the collection began with the bibliophilic interest of a reader of poetry in general with a fondness for W. H. Auden in particular. The turning point came in the mid-1970's when a book dealer he knew in London, Bernard Stone, became ill and lost the lease for his business, Turret Press, a popular gathering spot for poets and poetry lovers. To help him, Mr. Danowski said, "I sent him a check for all I could afford, to buy whatever he would match to the check."

He remembers the amount as just £2,000 to £3,000 and the moment "as the start of a problem, more than a collection."

"When I sent Bernard this check," Mr. Danowski said, "he sent a truckload of books to the farm we were living on, and I had to shelve them in this barn. I got hooked on the gaps. "

From then on he spent much of his time on the telephone with book dealers around the world. One was Richard Emmet Aaron, a dealer and archivist who began his business in Switzerland and now lives in California. "In 1978 an English dealer contacted me and said he thought I could be of use to Raymond," Mr. Aaron recalled. "So I sent Raymond my catalog and he ordered practically the entire thing. That got my attention."

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Astral Pancake

There is a scene in the film 8 1/2 where Guido the protagonist goes to the train station to meet his mistress. While there he reads some notes a reviewer wrote of his latest film idea whereupon the reviewer states (we hear as voiceover) that the symbols representing the various amores of Guido's (i.e., Fellini) new film are trite, cliche, all of it bad, the worst of any he's used. He (Guido) throws down the paper crosses his arms and legs, reconsiders for just a fraction of a moment and then proceeds to walk over to where the crumpled paper is and picks it up again in order to save it and probably reread it. This moment between the negation and the realization that one must live with criticism and infuse it into the new meaning or anti-meaning is where I spend my afternoons. A state of denial, a continual beginning and reordering.



Glimmer at

table once thought

Wordsworth proclaimed emotions

are mere ants against

pyramidal organs

each breath a sharp leaf

razing consciousness


these are stones, twigs fallen

to the forest floor of human


stomach


did you see me level cities?


as if that were possible

(we're only birds in a children's story)


else dwarves grinning

cosmos of cereal bowl

thought

Saturday, September 25, 2004

What's So Funny 'Bout Peace, Love, & Understandin?

BAGHDAD, Iraq (CNN) -- At least nine Iraqis and five U.S. troops died in fighting and attacks by insurgents across Iraq, the U.S. and Iraqi military said Saturday, as hospitals counted the dead and U.S. warplanes hit targets in Falluja.

Four Marines, from the 1st Marine Expeditionary Force, were killed Friday in three separate incidents while "conducting security and stability operations," in al Anbar province, which includes Falluja, the U.S. military announced Saturday.

Officials in Falluja counted at least seven dead and 12 wounded Iraqis brought to hospitals overnight, with reports of civilian casualties, including women and children.

U.S. warplanes on Saturday attacked targets in that city, which the U.S. military considers the center of a terrorist network and where clashes between U.S. troops and insurgents are frequent.

U.S. forces have been fighting suspected members of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi's terror network in Falluja, and warplanes targeted "a known terrorist meeting site," the U.S. military said.

On Saturday, insurgents attacked a van carrying new Iraqi National Guard recruits in western Baghdad. Seven recruits were killed and four recruits and an unknown number of civilians were wounded.

Witnesses said the attackers threw two hand grenades at the van and then shot at it with small arms.

Also, an improvised explosive device killed a Task Force Baghdad soldier in the capital on Saturday.

In Baghdad Friday, police reported an officer with the Iraqi Central Intelligence Service was assassinated after gunmen ambushed the officer's car in western Baghdad.

Before leaving the scene, the gunmen spray-painted a message on their target's car: "This is the fate of the traitors," police said.

North of the capital, gunmen killed an Iraqi police captain Saturday morning as he waited at a taxi stand in the suburb of Al-Sada near Baquba.

With violence hitting so many parts of Iraq, interim Prime Minister Ayad Allawi has pleaded with other countries to help Iraq both militarily and financially.

Friday, September 24, 2004

Love Sonnet

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Thinking of Dogs

The Dog Film Festival will be held in Albuquerque on Saturday, showing nothing but canine cinema for dogs and their owners. Pooch snacks will nestle beside the popcorn.

"The criteria is that the films have to be about dogs, have dogs in them or once you watch the film, you think of a dog," said Dogfest founder Kim Snitker.

Several hundred humans and dogs are expected to watch the 25 short features submitted by aspiring filmmakers with a soft spot for hounds. First prize for the best short is $500, which will be given to an animal charity chosen by the winner.

Snitker said she started the film festival because she always wanted to take her dog to the movies. "They're very attentive," she said. "They get excited when everyone applauds."
Admittance is $5 for humans and free for dogs.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

World Managers

ten-nine-eight-
seven-six-five-
four-three-two-
one-poof

Meanwhile

Two years from now, during either a Kerry or Bush presidency, Iran will probably be much more of a security issue for the United States than Iraq.

Yet the campaigns of the two presidential candidates remain focused on Iraq, even though their approaches for stabilizing Iraq are far less different from their solutions for preventing Iran from developing nuclear weapons.

On Tuesday, Iran announced it would go full steam ahead and make the precursor materials that could be used to produce atomic bombs. Its Muslim leaders defied a warning on Saturday from the 35-nation board of the International Atomic Energy Agency that they not enrich nearly 40 tons of raw uranium into weapons-grade uranium.

The converted uranium could be used for either peaceful nuclear power or for bombs. Under the nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, Iran has a right to produce such material. But the IAEA says Iran won't need such fuel for 10 years. And it found out last year that Iran broke its treaty obligations by secretly running an enrichment program and clandestinely buying nuclear technology and know-how.

IAEA inspectors were purposely fooled - and could be fooled again.

The agency's board also warned Iran it might refer the issue to the UN Security Council in November for possible sanctions.

Adding to this tension was Wednesday's news that the US is selling 4,500 smart bombs to Israel, where some officials warn of strikes on Iran's nuclear facilities if the Islamic republic appears close to making an atomic weapon.

All of It

Everything has an opposite
and varying shades of intermediate
grey unless you consider the fortunate
position of lighter shades of off-white
and taupe. When painting the walls
of consciousness look out for
bugs, painting over them like
ideas you've abandoned and
discarded on a summer day

bleak in its length and width.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Ripped Garden

too intense the light
forward across carpeted light I say
LIGHT IS WHAT I NOTICE AND THEN SHRINK
backward from it to my self as self becomes
the say I light is calm
as if it were No Thing but Fabric
FACILE TENDENCY TO EXPLAIN DOESN'T WORK
no work carpeted light shrinking before
any voice thee to shirk the day time world
spinning in FAST MOTION these nonce planets
out of it lost among breath and self
"traditional psychodrama" doesn't work
NOTHING WORKS ANY MORE THERE ARE THREE FACES
I see the face and know it is false
I see the falseness of it and know it as surface
beyond it, beneath there are twisting organs else worms
to notice this if only for a moment AND GO BACK
TO PAN DOWN AMONG THAT PANIC AND ZOOM SWIFTLY
there are no explanations that work any longer
to see the inner workings and then attempt to return
to your life is false and we do so and realize this
and misspell misspeak mistaken there are no mistakes
when all is prerecorded I TURN ON THE TAPE RECORDER
RE-RECORD WHAT I THOUGHT I KNEW AND KNOW AND
backwards toward the beginnings of my life sit in a garden
of fiery excuses, epilogues
create your own inclusion
consciousness goes on stilts doesn't
remember your name
.
.
.
.

North of Nowhere

BAGHDAD APOLLINAIRE

My mouth is a fully automatic weapon
The telephone is an outgrowth of my mind
Let your friends in on it, they’re about to reinstate
the draft inbetween commercials for SUVs
O prophetic television, something is rotten in Denmark
Bombs, metal flowers blooming, nascent
consciousness. Humankind, kings are awakening
to no clothes, where are your pants Lothario?
Citizen Bush, I feel the need to question even familiar things
in light of the afternoon's vice grip on sanity
government principles now have more to do with simple extortion
nasturtium, napalm, General Custer, moon or skull above the waste allotments?
I saw the best minds of my generation yawning
Where the dawn's specious reliquary breaks resplendent.
I'm packing my bags to make the move to Venus
my mouth is a fully automatic weapon
rising upward as the horizon shifts to nausea.
This, crepuscular world, is my canticle to peace.
You won't wrench this flower from my grasp,
meantime wake-up, change the channel
notice earthbound meteor.

Fade to Black

"So, the CBS memos are "fake"...it's necessary to put everything in quotation marks these days. Calling a fax genuine is ridiculous to begin with...genuine fake (facsimile). What's of real import are the questions raised by those pieces of paper. Didn't the Defense Dept. already release information stating that Bush, for all practical purposes, had gone AWOL? So, why was it necessary for parties aligned against Bush to release documents that specific? Because it's just not enough for the American public to learn that the president of the United States is a deserter via word of mouth...they need something much more specific than that...too abstract. We are a practical Puritan lot. Just as Neo-Cons question whether Kerry rightfully "deserved" his Vietnam era medals, medals bestowed on Kerry by the US Navy, the American people, having no knowledge of military protocol, simply dwell on the question itself, the seed has been planted, and look no further to the truth. Duh. The American political landscape circa 2004 consists of the Neo-Cons and their lackeys and on the other side is everyone else. The weakness of the so-called Liberal viewpoint is that taking a "Liberal" stance on any issue means you're suddenly placed in a category with anarchists and lunatics--people with zero political credibility. The media tears into anyone that dares disagree with them like a jackal on carrion. The Conservative camp has their share of crazies too, only difference is this great white nation sides with the gun toting, bible thumpers as an almost knee-jerk reaction to all issues...especially in this post-9/11 atmosphere of paranoia.

Add some kind of born-again, overzealous, fundamentalist, we're right and you're wrong, type of extreme rationalization to this argument, add the military industrial complex that just so happens to be the most deadly on earth and we've got real problems folks. The rest of this is going to play out along the lines of any other Imperialist fracas, check your history books. We'll add more muscle to get the job done, the bodies will pile up, no progress will be made, the fingers will be pointed, and the street riots will break out. Strap yourself in, it's about to get interesting. Try to keep up."

The Chinese have a saying..."may you be cursed to live in interesting times."

Sunday, September 19, 2004

Cigarettes and Walls



Listening to Eric Dolphy and drinking morning coffee--I'm still thinking about architecture and also the state of American politics. This is all very depressing, my attention toward Iraq and all of it is waning, but I don't know what else to do.

"On the eve of the Republican national convention waves of fear and loathing pass through my body as if the aftershocks of a terrible calamity. 'The problem as I see it slurs the voice across the table, there are homocidal maniacs of every ethnicity and what we're (they're) fighting shouldn't be a war on terror but a war to end poverty and even ignorance that's what's creating this situation, shrinking resources and mass population explosion, not the religious, my karma ran over your dogma, y'know there are no excuses any more because we're out of time, it is a late hour of mankind' So, I light another cigarette and crinkle the corners of my eyes and Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, etc. and we don't help African nations because what's in it for us? That just gets us a shitstorm of bad publicity. Corner us and step back but preemptive strikes the idea of it goes against the whole idea of America, at least what I thought America was then you find out that America is just another thug only a naive and hypocritical thug. Ok, Emerson, answer this question then (I'm getting tired of this),
Yeah, so what are we supposed to do after they blow up the World Trade Center, nothing? Some faux WWII poster up on the wall inside this bar, a woman in a thong bikini riding a bomb after its dropped and simultaneously
guzzling beer, perfect. 'And you know Saddam over there watching The Godfather that's his acculturization no Islam man just gangster movies what does that tell you?' I don't know I say who knows the whole truth and besides nobody believes there's any kind of objective truth anymore anyway. 'Shit they had inventory lists of all WMD because we sold em that shit when they were going to use it against Iran.' I don't agree with the principles that got us into all this I say. We're in a big dark room with a rogue elephant, so next we're watching our civil rights slowly erode and no one lifts a finger to do anything about, everyone's paralyzed by some kind of mass apathy...it still doesn't feel real. This generation doesn't understand what war means and what to do about it...it's pathetic. The middle of the road has sunk like quicksand and Rumsfeld and Karl Rove want it that way. Squelch all questions manufacture consent, that's what they're doing. The liberals aren't fighting fire with fire, they're considering all the possibilities and hesitating and to the Republican conservative there's only one way out of this ... victory. These ancient white motherfuckers are stuck in a corner. They're fighting to preserve their stranglehold on power...they're fucking desperate...and that desperation is dangerous stuff..."

*

During the Last Ice Age

Our Chiang Kai-shek was divided into two Brezhnevs by the movement of ice Stalins. Gorbachevs, or huge masses of Marx, moved south from the north and covered the Khrushchev. As the Trotsky drifted it changed the natural Lenin of the land. The politburos also dug huge Yeltsins. Five of them became the great Androvpov. Early native Americans had a name for the Mao Zedong.

They called it the "big Deng."

*

There is a Florida of the mind as there is
an Ohio of the mind. There is an Indiana
of the mind as there is a Iowa of the mind. There
is a California of the left arm and a Nevada of
the skull. There is a Delaware of the breath and
a New York of the mouth. There is a Louisiana of
the leg and a Vermont of the heart. There is an
Arizona of the hand and Greece, France, and
Bolivia of the groin. There is a China of the spirit.
There is a Japan of the big toe and an Ecuador
of the ear. There are worlds of bodies dancing,
spinning, oceans of thought and continents of
excuses, hopes, dreams, and unrealized desire.

There are other solar systems of regret.


*


"In sum, do not insult me with the beheadings, finger-choppings or the lung deflations you plan for my works."



Saturday, September 18, 2004

Chirico

Reading Hebdomeros by Chirico and marvel at the deft segue from different narrative line and structure into other multiple subtexts and thoughts. Remember his paintings and "Once again he had to leave, to quit those parts. Hebdomeros asked to pay his bill and said good-by to the hotelkeeper, who did his best to show him that the rain wouldn't last forever..."

Also,

1.
brief yellow triangle morning culls dawn
among breath I memorize sigh against crisp
anterior gulls these sheets crinkle erotic thighs
grip the day so venerable as if to remember
and then joust anger all my frustrations
I lean out against the sill of your brow counting
there are no other times such as this in unwinding
sere autumn among regret I lived here that’s
what I wanted to say simply that I lived this
jungle of being and these bricks by brick I
meant to cleanse my eyes of violence and
sail the seas of your flesh darkly among coy stars
pretty little star still left in morning O as if
I could capture your million grins live on after death


2.
brief yellow triangle morning culls dawn
among breath I memorize sigh against crisp
sere autumn among regret I lived here that’s
what I wanted to say simply that I lived this
grip the day so venerable as if to remember
and then joust anger all my frustrations
I lean out against the sill of your brow counting
anterior gulls these sheets crinkle erotic thighs
meant to cleanse my eyes of violence and
sail the seas of your flesh darkly among stars
pretty little star still left in morning O as if
I could capture your million grins live on after death
grip the day so venerable as if to remember
sail the seas of your flesh darkly among coy stars


3.
I lean out against the sill of your brow counting
there are no other times such as this in unwinding
sere autumn among regret I lived here that’s
what I wanted to say simply that I lived this
jungle of being and these bricks by brick I
meant to cleanse my eyes of violence and
sail the seas of your flesh darkly among coy stars
brief yellow triangle morning culls dawn
among breath I memorize sigh against crisp
anterior gulls these sheets crinkle erotic thighs
grip the day so venerable as if to remember
and then joust anger all my frustrations
I lean out against the sill of your brow counting
meant to cleanse my eyes of violence and

"Though they've told me
that dead
we don't have any memories"


Nonce balladeer among pink flamingos
Floridian rubble nee Rimbaud marvelous
architecture among ne'er-do-wells

There are no stars large enough for our trailer parks
she said, why spend all that money on sumptin
that aint even as good as visitin Wal-Marts?