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Comment by De Villo Sloan on January 20, 2012 at 2:31am

Sardine Martin - wan fwank down

 with

a dune buggy,poor guy

Comment by De Villo Sloan on January 20, 2012 at 2:00am

Hm.... it just seems so typical NY School to me. What do they say about the Frank O'Hara formula being: "I did this then I did that." This one is very literal but with the characteristic wit & twist (of orange) irony at the end. I guess when you know the obsession that group had w/ abstract expressionist painters & a bit of inferiority complex it makes complete sense. There is a certain late 18th century Neo-classical quality to it that runs counter to the Romantic-Modernist strain. The poetics - jarring line breaks - are fairly spectacular in that I think they work. Radical enjambs. Orange, famously, is a word that has no precise rhyme in English, of course. Other ideas?

Comment by De Villo Sloan on January 20, 2012 at 1:00am

This discussion made me think of Frank O'Hara's poem about a guy putting sardines in his painting: By Frank O'Hara:

Why I Am Not a Painter

I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,

for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is 
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a 
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.

Comment by De Villo Sloan on January 20, 2012 at 12:01am

Then you are gill-ty.

Comment by Marie Wintzer on January 19, 2012 at 11:23pm

It's always chance AND choice

Comment by De Villo Sloan on January 19, 2012 at 7:09pm

That's something The Grigster might say: "Where's the fish?" Pip thinks you wrap fish & chips in newspaper, although he has never actually seen any. That's a way of asking, Is it too text-heavy?

Actually, I think this works as an interesting cut-up. I think there's a kind of narrative here, possibly about a journey. You can do pages & pages of cut-ups that don't yield much, and it's usually a matter of pulling out the material that is interesting, IMHO.

I've been reading this, and I think there's good material. I'm wondering how much chance/choice is involved.

Comment by De Villo Sloan on January 19, 2012 at 1:29pm

fish.

& chips.

could use a fish... or something.

Interesting reading the more I look at it, though

Comment by Marie Wintzer on January 19, 2012 at 8:13am

fish??

Comment by De Villo Sloan on January 19, 2012 at 4:18am

where is the fish?

Comment by Marie Wintzer on January 17, 2012 at 10:33pm

Thank you Karen!

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