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  • mono 9:43 am on October 25, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Bill Knott, , , , , Ivan Illich, , , , Neojaponisme, , Simone Weil, Thich Nhat Hanh, UbuWeb, ,   

    10 Articles for Improving Your Mental Hygiene (Vol. 2.0) 

    Here are ten articles that I want to share with you. These articles deal with the following themes among other things: work, play, society, living, writing, poetry, language, effort, dance, spirituality, imagination, mindfulness, education and learning.

    I hope that you will find something of value.

    1. Alan Watts: Work as Play
    2. Georg Simmel: The Stranger
    3. Bill Knott: Path out of View
    4. Neojaponisme: Missives on Outlander Japanese
    5. Elbert Hubbard: A Message to Garcia
    6. Kenneth Goldsmith (editor): Publishing the Unpublishable
    7. Rudolf Steiner: On Eurythmy
    8. Simone Weil: 5 Flashes of Weil
    9. Thich Nhat Hanh: Mindfulness of Ourselves, Mindfulness of Others
    10. Ivan Illich: Deschooling Society

    Here is the first in this series: 10 Articles for Improving Your Mental Hygiene (Vol 1.0)

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  • mono 7:04 am on October 10, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Bill Knott, fragments, , , Paul Celan, , ,   

    Quattro Poesie di Mattina 

    the morning creeps aching in your foot
    to the beginning of another situation,
    a new task, a set of masks to don.
    I awoke feverish in the after-glow of night
    visions and now staring down an imagined
    trajectory of this day’s unfolding chaos.

    Brought close, brought too close – you always
    sleep when I awake, but not today, today in this
    once-occurring time-bloom. Oh, to a new day as
    the train’s distorted hum signals movement, the perverse
    movement of passengers of whom you do not know, maybe.

    In this autumnal cool stillness, even the birds cry such that
    you could extract truth from their screeching howls – from
    the deafening mechanical purr of an automobile as it passes
    too close, obscenely close.

    Move, walk, put your limping foot forward, ahead of you and
    forge something grand out of this renewal of sameness, this renewal
    of ever-changing semi-sameness.

     
  • mono 9:40 am on September 29, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Bill Knott, , not poetry blog, ,   

    Bill Knott: 2 Poems 

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    The following are two poems by Bill Knott. To read more of his work, please visit: Not Poetry Blog

    THE POEM IS ALIVE

    The critic’s hand cured by atrocity
    Sharpens the next dictator’s homily

    Gripping cash beneath arctic lamps
    The uncompiled umpires run through fields

    The pheromones have gone home
    To a cathedral catheterized by eels

    Above the wheat’s bending amen-figures
    Night convinces the day to wait for us

    Upstairs with all the rest of the frauds
    I remain with my finest demonstratives

    Of course the poem is alive to its limits
    To the length that composition permits

    CEMETERY

    Who whispers here is forgotten.

    Saliva’s emptiest fruit
    adorns the stones,
    words ripening your mouth
    to a spoilation
    of silence.

    Who speaks here
    reads a text that downloads
    the screen of his fingernail,
    through which nothing’s visible
    as glass is.

    For the memorial
    we must kneel
    to pick each flower
    from amongst its modifiers:
    but to do that
    one needs a hand bared
    of all uses, of all trades:
    as ours is not.

     
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