That's some good eatin', Dan.

I've been thinking about what IT is lately. Is it poetry? Seems well-enough
to call it such. Poetry can't afford to exclude things these days, I
suppose. If poetry is dead, it could be something else. It's writing and, at
least, an expression and that's enough. Easily it's one thing that more
important to me: it's PLAY...

Initial carvingly yours,

-- 
Bob Marcacci



> From:     Dan Waber <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> Reply-To: "WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines"
> <[email protected]>
> Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2005 08:46:51 -0400
> To:     [email protected]
> Subject: Re: G
> 
> Alex,
> 
> I don't know that I'm the best person on this list to respond to this,
> but I do think it asks for a response, and I'm not sure anyone else
> will, so I'll take a whack at it.
> 
> I see a lot of spirit in a lot of what I see, here. So, you and I must
> have different notions of perceptible spirit.
> 
> There's a known problem in the search for extraterrestrial life that
> basically boils down to: we are limited in our search by the limits of
> our imagination of what constitutes life--and our imagination is in no
> small part limited itself by the limits of what we can perceive.
> 
> We wouldn't know a 9th dimensional crystalline nano-second-long
> civilization if it whacked us on the nose. Because we're looking, for
> the most part, for carbon based life forms that are visible within our
> pretty narrow range of perceptible reality. Heck, even the bugs in
> science fiction movies are humanoid.
> 
> A lot of what happens here, on this list, are attempts to broaden the
> imaginable. And humans are stubborn, so sometimes it's useful to apply
> the spirit of the 12 pound maul instead of the spirit of the ball peen
> hammer. I feel it's important work because, as Oliver Wendell Holmes
> said, "Man's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its
> original dimensions." The spirit present here is the spirit of
> expansion. Expanding what poetry is, rather than limiting it to slight
> variation on what has been.
> 
> The fact that much of it could have been made by something other than
> a man, and yet the reader still pleads to belong to some form of human
> connection is very much the point of some of it, I imagine. I am
> reminded of the Rumi that Barks has translated:
> 
> Love Dogs 
> 
> One night a man was crying,
>           "Allah, Allah!"
> His lips grew sweet with the praising,
> until a cynic said,
>        "So! I have heard you
> calling out, but have you ever
> gotten any response?"
> The man had no answer for that.
> He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
> He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
> in a thick, green foliage,
>           "Why did you stop praising?"
> "Because I've never heard anything back."
> 
> "This longing you express
> is the return message.
> 
> The grief you cry out from
> draws you toward union.
> 
> Your pure sadness that wants help
> is the secret cup.
> 
> Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
> That whining is the connection.
> 
> There are love dogs no one knows the names of.
> Give your life to be one of them."
> 
> Mevlâna Jalâluddîn Rumi
> Translated by Coleman Barks
> 
> The reader's attempt to connect *is* the return message.
> 
> And some of what you read here, on this list anyway, is certainly
> machine-assisted and occasionally even completely machine generated
> (after the setting of some initial state + algorithm). Because there's
> a very real, vital, current, and necessary exploration of human
> poetics going on through the process of making a serious run at
> developing a machine poetics. Almost every form of art but nude
> interpretational dance is employing some form of technology, the
> differentiations are by degree. And all employed technologies affect,
> necessarily, the work produced by their use.
> 
> As for only poets writing poems, I think that it's impossible for a
> poem to be written by any entity other than a poet. In the context of
> the rest of your comments, it reads more like what you intend to say
> is that the only poems that should be written are the poems written by
> poets who are writing to suit your sensibilities. I think you will
> find very little of that on this list, since a process of challenging
> sensibilities is what's being explored, directly and intentionally, by
> many who post to this list.
> 
> I don't think the thousand-year-old tree is in any need of
> RE-claiming. It's never been abandoned. It's been pruned, had initials
> carved into it, been photographed, had seedlings cut from it, been
> replanted, houses tree-forts, been gene-spliced, and is currently
> bearing never-before-imagined, lush, wild and delicious fruit the
> likes of which the world has never known. Some of it tastes awful and
> bitter. Some of it is hallucinogenic. Some of it lights chocolate on
> fire if you try to dip it. Some of it looks just like a Bartlett pear
> but tastes like the number 5, some of it jiggles when you play Mahler,
> some of it has a half-life that is too short to register on any
> equipment made today, some of it blooms in the mind of those who eat
> it only years after its been forgotten, some of it cries itself to
> sleep for weeks if you look at it sideways. All of it says "I am
> poetry" and forces you to agree or disagree, and in so doing impinges
> itself upon any poetics that is open to developing.
> 
> Regards,
> Dan
> 
>> There's no spirit in anything I see, here. It's so
>> detached, one might say, that its minutia. It could
>> have been made by something other than a man, and yet
>> the reader still pleads to belong to some form of
>> human connection. Seems disagreeable, something I
>> gotta ask myself, and I don't have the answer, but
>> seems to me only poets should write poems, reclaiming
>> that thousand-year-old tree.
>> 
>> AJ
>> 
>> 
>> 
>> --- BjørnMagnhildøen <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
>> 
>>> G
>>> 
>>> 
>>>            T
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> why did Nansen cross Greenland?
>>> he wanted to show it was possible
>>> 
>>> why didn't he succeed?
>>> because he wanted to show it was possible
>>> 
>>> are the raindrops one thing or several?
>>> are all numbers multiples?
>>> 
>>> how will you proceed from now?
>>> all the chairs ruin your back
>>> 
>>> 
>>>               P
>>> 
>>> 
>>> where will you go?
>>> i want to be a crow
>>> 
>>> where will the crow go?
>>> don't try to imagine
>>> 
>>> what about imagination?
>>> another romance
>>> 
>>> what about love?
>>> how did the chicken cross the road?
>>>                 t                     Zk5
>>>         Zk5
>>>             M
>>>         M
>>>                                k
>>>            u
>>> 
>>>  x                 U
>>>              S
>>> 
>>> what about the road?
>>> it continues in each step
>>> 
>>> what steps can there be?
>>> did you ask me a question?
>>> 
>>> what will remain?
>>> look, the door opened by itself
>>> 
>>> wouldn't you say it was the wind?
>>> so where does the wind remain?
>>> 
>>> isn't the weather getting worse all over?
>>> everything is getting worse all over
>>> 
>>>           lpXhoj
>>>                                        w  e c
>>> an r
>>>                                 7    l
>>>            and
>>>                                                  y
>>> 
>>> 
>>> isn't that depressing?
>>> not the least
>>> 
>>> what would you call depressing?
>>> imagination
>>> 
>>> have you no pity for the world?
>>> just imagine
>>> 
>>> what's reality?
>>> where are we now?
>>> 
>>> don't you negate reality with all this?
>>> where is reality when you sleep?
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>>                                                 W 1
>>>            PG+QV4P
>>>             PG+QV4P
>>>                                            5aXQtJ7W1
>>> 
>>> who is sleeping?
>>> your unborn brother is sleeping
>>> 
>>> isn't that imagination?
>>> isn't that reality?
>>> 
>>> then what is unreal?
>>> you were talking about raindrops
>>> 
>>> aren't you stuck here?
>>> then why should you ask?
>>> 
>>> T
>>> 
>>> 
>>> i'm kicking you loose
>>> aren't you stuck here?
>>> 
>>> why did the chicken cross the road?
>>> because it was stuck
>>> 
>>> did the chicken have imagination?
>>> try to imagine
>>> 
>>> what about politics?
>>> on which side of the road?
>>> 
>>> what about the road?
>>> already answered that
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>>             X
>>>    O
>>>                      z             d
>>> 
>>> are you stuck here?
>>> already answered that
>>> 
>>> do you think i approve of this?
>>> try to imagine
>>> 
>>> what's the shortest way from a to b?
>>> it's the same place
>>> 
>>> then why did the chicken cross the road?
>>> because it was stuck
>>> 
>>> then why do you continue to answer?
>>> because of my jovial nature
>>> 
>>> what do you mean by jovial nature?
>>> 
>>>                     Zv
>>> 
>>> 
>>>                  AVxlsMw55
>>> how do you think humans evolved?
>>> 
>>> then how did humans evolve?
>>> by their good nature
>>> 
>>> isn't that another excursion?
>>> try to imagine
>>> 
>>> what do you mean by nature?
>>> excursion
>>> 
>>> 
>>>           kI  3.
>>> what do you mean by good?
>>> little by little
>>> 
>>> then what is evil?
>>> too much by too much
>>> 
>>> and what is jovial?
>>> a little chicken
>>> 
>>> don't we eat chickens?
>>> out of our good nature
>>> 
>>> how come?
>>> how do you think it crossed the road?
>>> 
>>> because it was stuck?
>>> we eat what is stucked
>>> 
>>> how come?
>>> what else can you eat?
>>> 
>>> does the answer eat the question?
>>> on which side are you?
>>> 
>>> what is the road?
>>> have you already eaten?
>>> 
>> 
>> 
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