When, as the famous anecdote has it, the painter Degas told the poet Mallarmé that he had good ideas for poems but couldn’t find the right words, the latter responded, “It is not with ideas, my dear Degas, that one makes poems. It is with words.”
Little interests me less than the attempt to situate one’s ego with a calculation of the right side of history. Much more appealing is Keats’ formulation that “the poetical Character…has no self…It has as much delight in conceiving an Iago as an Imogen. What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the camelion Poet.”
In order to thwart my own “irritable reaching after fact & reason” and give equal weight to a plenitude of voices, I used the mode of conceptual writing which “employs intentionally self and ego effacing tactics using uncreativity, unoriginality, illegibility, appropriation, plagiarism, fraud, theft, and falsification as its precepts.” Specifically, I took the first line from each poem on the first page of today’s posts. Then I added further constraints on the assemblage to avoid representationalism: I used a randomizer to order and overlap the lines and a counter to make the breaks.
The result is words about words and an agnostic stance toward the historical.
bite us darkest days
55 years ago a squatter lives
in my day and they
were all american men
only 4 i saw the bear
warning i wonder what it was
like on the on day
seventy-nine of delirium
six decades and five years
ago missing sacks of grain
for sale polar bear of stone
i once saw a historian
tell those blessed
government missionaries
i forever house with wood
paneling how he didn’t know
what lay ahead she
shoulders the sea i hope
you are well the clock
stopped at 913 plane some
were building bunkers
to brace for the melting
a play stood by her
beliefs your majesty i present
my african findings
today murdered indigenous
woman i wonder often
what it was like
a heart was sixteen
at a competition in virginia
history comes back
to shut down in the practice
session of which i think
of my daughter is singing
And how beautifully it works! (I am disproportionately delighted that, by sheer happenstance, I’m included.)