And what becomes of you, my love
When they’ve finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your grandad had to sweat
so you could buy?
12 hours ago
the lyric is dead. long live the lyric.
the go-go money
the tone is
to the insitutions
and to impress
an ear with its modulations
a collab genre
of sloppy listening
such as sonnet
Michael Gizzi: My two loves were poetry and athletics. I now realize that I was always trying to bring some sense of athleticism into my poems—I wanted things to speed along. I remember that little scissor step you had to do on the sidelines to catch a pass while still remaining in bounds. I tried to get that into a poem, or some sense of that.
Michael Magee: Did you do that by thinking about words themselves as physical?
MG: Well, I would try to get mentally engergized and then write as though I were involved in some sports event. I had bits of Latin like ecce homo and noli me tangere written on my helmet and because I'd studied opera with my father I knew that if you were screaming and your diaphragm was tightened you couldn't get the wind knocked out of you. This was pre-Bruce Lee. I'd run screaming through the line with the ball, which would freak some guys out. "What's he screaming about, and what's that crazy shit on his helmet?" which would give me a second in which to pick a hole in the line. So I really did bring poetry and my love of literature onto the playing field. Did I mention I wasn't a team player?
MM: [Your use of archaic or outmoded language] seems very local and I wonder where you get it from and how you do it and how you decide to do it.
MG: Maybe it's an audio-visual tone, like listening while you read. It also comes from swinging for the fences or tapping a pinstripe for syrup. It's just this side of nonsense, the magic of names and neologisms. It may be three senses channeling an experience at the same time. Sitting in my yard years ago I transcribed perfectly (to my mind) a sentence in birdspeak as "capuana keester meal gringa hocks of ham"—I'm also thinking "language surpasses itself by pointing out its limitations."
MG: The English language is rich. Imagine finding actual cream in the dictionary, making the hoard that much richer. You'll know it when you see it.
MONDAY, MARCH 19, 7:30 p.m.
KATE GREENSTREET & JANET HOLMES
Concordia Coffee House
2909 NE Alberta
hosted by Spare Room