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anneboyer: 1. write poems which allow me to believe I have written no poetry 2. write prose which allows me to believe I don’t know a word 3. read with a technique that convinces me I’ve read nothing 4. think in a way deniable as thought 5. sleep each night of sleep in a way of sleeping which feels as…
(As I originally imagined this piece, it was to be a series of vignettes...– Lyn Hejinian, “A Thought Is the Bride of What Thinking,” in The Language of Inquiry (Berkeley: U of California P, 2000): 11.
Melba Roy Mouton
I recently reposted a NASA image of a woman named Melba Roy, a graduate of Howard and, at the time the photo was taken (according to the NASA archive, 1960, not 1964 as given elsewhere), the head of “computers” (mathematicians charged with calculating Echo satellite orbits) at NASA’s Goddard Space Center. Then, as anyone would, I googled her to see if there was more out there....
Milton C. Winternitz, dean of the Yale University Medical School, 1935, in response to a colleague’s notification that he has neglected to pay a bill for “a druggist, one Kwang Wan Lung Hung”: During the past few months I have reached the point where I can no longer understand bills which are submitted in good old Anglo-Saxon. How would you expect me to interpret a Chinese...
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anneboyer: western thought class no. 1 involves a blank map of the world and the task: “find the west” western thought class no 2. involves the onion’s “historians admit to inventing ancient greece,” a chapter from boaz’s “a universal history of the destruction of books,” a sappho fragment, and this keat’s… Amazing.
*: WITCH YEAR COMIN →
anneboyer: goya year effigy year hate year crystallography year conspirator year sex year no sex year joan-of-arc year cat year cop year list year transparent year illuminated year destructuring year satan year shadow year sanguineous year blanquist year blanquist year blanquist year byron year repeasant…
*: a novel, a day book, an account, a recording, a... →
anneboyer: 2012 1 on the first day, woke up thinking it was 2004 on the second day, the head of the snake bespoke the monster body obscured on the third day, woke up with A. in my bed on the fourth day, kept no records on the fifth day, dreamed of three birds in the corner on the sixth day, dreamed…
: Sexuality and Money, Movimento Femministo, 1979 →
anneboyer: I found the suggestion that I might be happy on the market stalls where the vendor and the buyer were not different but only dressed differently. On sale besides were only an infinity of needs of the highest quality (the desire for) and of the worst production (need for). The cost was lifelong…
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anneboyer: 1. deep-shit hermeneutics Think of the way one guy can make you feel, also the way “one guy” is one. Don’t you think why want that “one guy” who is just one guy and why wake up longing for a person and falling asleep longing for the same person and who knows if anyone else in this is longing?…
The view of science as unarticulated and ineffable skill is science circling its wagons [sic] to ward off incursions from politics and religion. (296) Theodore M. Porter, “How Science Became Technical,” Isis 100.2 (2009): 292–309.
anne boyer: questions for poets (2) →
anneboyer: how does one take care of the women who are transcendent. how does one take care of the girls in your dresses. how does one take care of the great poet(s) who is a woman who is a girl who is a mother who is not a mother who has never had a child who has had many children who is not fertile who…
nineteen keystrokes: Beyond Wishing: What I Try to... →
Good. Wishing is not an advising strategy. karlstolley: I’ve been amped up all afternoon after having read this blog post, “6 Things Your Dissertation Director Wishes You Knew,” on the Chronicle. Although there are some nuggets of somewhat useful advice to be had there, there are two serious problems in the post’s approach. First, the title is…
nobody is more modern
…nobody is more modern than Mr. Stephen Crane, the young American writer who has lately made a considerable reputation by his military and other novels. He now comes forward with a tiny volume of unrhymed poems, the Black Riders and Other Lines; an experiment suggesting Walt Whitman on the one hand and Friedrich Nietzsche on the other. Mr. Crane probably has a literary future. —”Short...
The most remarkable thing about this neatly printed little volume is the amount of blank paper—six, eight, and ten lines crowd the bulk of the pages. But after reading, many will be glad that it is so. There is not a line of poetry from the opening to the closing page. Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” were luminous in comparison. Poetic Lunacy would be a better name for the book....
One thing I find deeply irritating is when it turns out that somebody has published a knitting pattern for something that by its very nature requires no pattern. You usually find out when you’re out and about and somebody goes, “omg, I love your Ektorp!” and you’re like, “I beg your pardon?” “Your Ektorp! So cute! Is the yarn kettle-dyed?” And...
A car with a white light, a car with a white and red light, a car with a white light and a green bar across it, a car with a blue light and a white circle around it, another car with a red bullseye light and one with a red flat light had come up and stopped. More were coming to extend the long line. (523) Gertrude Stein? No, Stephen Crane, in “The Broken-Down Van.”
Gorgeous. captainbirthday: (Music = “Aquarium,” from Carnival of the Animals, Camille Saint-Saens) Man, one minute of video, with a bunch of repeated sequences, still took ALL DAMN DAY (plus making the background and bubbles). Phew. I can’t wait until I get better at this. The animations at CAKE this year were really inspiring, gotta keep practicing!
something already written
In view of the emphasis I have placed on what I have been calling the scene of writing in Crane’s prose, it seems altogether appropriate that the “exquisite legibility” of his handwriting was often remarked by his contemporaries, and that eyewitnesses were also greatly struck by the manner in which Crane actually produced his texts. Conrad for example later recalled how at Brede...
Beyond everything (V)
Nymphs and nuns were certainly separate types, but Mr. Verver, when he really amused himself, let consistency go. The play of vision was at all events so rooted in him that he could receive impressions of sense even while positively thinking. He was positively thinking while Maggie stood there, and it led for him to yet another question—which in its turn led to others still. “Do you regard...
I wrote my name in every one of his books. —Lyn Hejinian, My Life (1980)
Beyond everything (IV)
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can...
Beyond everything (III)
“You must have changed immensely. A year ago you valued your liberty beyond everything. You wanted only to see life.” “I’ve seen it, said Isabel. “It doesn’t look to me now, I admit, such an inviting expanse.” — Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady, 1881
Beyond everything (II)
“And they say your fortune’s beyond everything. There’s no harm in that.” * “You’re everything, you’re beyond everything, I can imagine or desire.” — Henry James, The American (1877)
Beyond everything (I)
“It’s beyond everything. Nothing at all that I know touches it.” — Henry James, The Turn of the Screw (1898)
The girl in bloomers is, of course, upon her native heath when she steers her steel steed into the Boulevard. One becomes conscious of a bewildering variety in bloomers. There are some that fit and some that do not fit. There are some that were not made to fit and there are some that couldn’t fit anyhow. As a matter of fact the bloomer costume is now in one of the primary stages of its...