4 participants: Philip Trussell, Farid Matuk, Eric Furbish and myself.
rough notes
a Geof Huth show n tell. Yesterday I received a generous parcel from Geof Huth full of broadsides, chapbooks, and various printed matter. We went through a lot of it. Had fun with his one word/combined word poems and invented alphabets
cheese n crackers
Real Ale (Blanco Pale)
6 new paintings on the west wall. More nudes, awash in copper, blue, red, and brown, and two black n whites. A scattering of color on the canvas in progress on the easel
Discuss the art of Rackstraw Downs (book provided by Farid). Best name ever. Also the art of Fairfield Porter (whom Downs studied with at Yale), and Kenneth Irby. All great names.
Frank Stella pinstripes.
"Who?" someone asks. "Motherfucker," Philip answers.
Philip reads from his own notes:
"...behind the haggard light of both-handed immediacy..."
"...launch order at opening puddle..."
"...audience in action complete in participation..."
"...steamy cattle..."
"...brain-shaped magma..."
"...whose food-for-thought might we be?..."
"...handwipe cliches to mop up any misconception of artistic intention..."
Take in some fresh air outside beside the house, rap about painting and printing. Philip explicates decision in late 60's to not go to New York to become famous. Get off the grid instead. Invest in one's own learning and exloration of self.
Then back inside the oven-hot studio. Budweiser nascar tallboys. for that neck experience. gripping / crushing the face of Dale Jr.
Eric reads from his dream journal:
"...inner space like horsestalls..."
"...when I turn to the ocean I throw all of this off guard..."
"...dirt promenade..."
"...car flooded, push it back to land in France, every space taken by advertisement..."
"...dad's at his most square..."
"...poker chips form goose V's in the air..."
Discussion: talking up/down (ref. Ali G)
Philip:
"departing from what I know I'm doing...refusal of the contract of being real...no amount of sincerity...yet you know control gives birth to dead things...consider the mind...poetry always seems larger than any craft... your will: bound to be destructive to oneself and other people... you should know you are not eternity...enforcement of your will to communicate with another that you have the truth and he does not is in error ..."
Cage: no occult
Burroughs: occult
Scott reads exploder notes and poems writ in parking lot at work. beer buzzed, discusses his problems with exloder poetic. notes toward containment, want the opposite. leads to discussion of tightness or cohesiveness in manuscript. then the general idea of manuscript and tightness. poets writing toward an end. book still the prize. cohesiveness a current winning trait. discuss indeterminacy. a note to self to look for essay by ? (sontag? howe? whom?) "Indeterminate Poetics" somewhere in a box along with Brakhage notes and essays.
egyptian perception, first toke on good reefer
90% more of the messaging the Immanent is sending to you
full of intent
means to move through you, change your being
event particles
tune antennae
WCW: the great concrete
Duncan: the great reverberator
enacting vs. discription
Farid reads some art crit
no Spicer tonight, Farid reads into our eyes, we chin we look down we agree we turn inward, do stuff with our hands
antiromantic burbs (rise into ruin)
Nutron bomb to leave infrastructure standing. Readymade architecture, foregone, looks good a month or two, or: money shows itself soon after (consider Frost Bank Tower)
ideacity
Idea City
buildings begin to look like computer jobs. undone. owls embedded in local towers of glass and brick
shinless highrise
post 911 height fear, twin tits houston-style
buildings of the mind, philip's paintings early 80's, megolithic, cyclopic stones, stairways to stuff. "I called it Ruins of the Future", he said. Solid buildings, unenterable.
ziggurat
wave your arms
tourists queued for the future spank, smooth to drive through
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exuent. gather paper, books, beer cans, the millions of geof huth ephemera. move the garbage cans to the curb.
until next week.