From Class

Ozymandius by Shelley

From Class

Kubla Khan

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

An Ordinary Evening in New Haven

Aspirin - aprire

From Class

Participation Mystique

Choose a canto and blog on it. You don't need to understand it, you just need to engage it.

There was a Child went Forth - Walt Whitman

Merlin - "Psycho-boner"

Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself

PHAT

Credences of Summer:

Postpone the anatomy of summer, as
The physical pine, the metaphysical pine.
Let’s see the very thing and nothing else.
Let’s see it with the hottest fire of sight.
Burn everything not part of it to ash.

Trace the gold sun about the whitened sky
Without evasion by a single metaphor.
Look at it in its essential barrenness
And say, this is the centre that I seek.
Fix it in an eternal foliage

And fill the foliage with arrested peace,
Joy of such permanence, right ignorance
Of change still possible. Exile desire
For what is not. This is the barrenness
Of the fertile thing that can attain no more.

I think that I shall never see

The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain

The Great Mother - Eric Neumann

Ibsen - The Master Builder

From Class

The Motive For Metaphor

The Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour

Man Carrying Thing

in-form

Caryophanon blog
katabasis and anabasis

Giambattista Vico (unnecessary for class, accessory)

Goethe quote
commit

Mahabharata - Bhagavad Gita

"I am All that you think. All that you say. Everything hangs on Me, like pearls on a thread. I am the Earth’s scent and the Fire’s heat. I Am appearance and disappearance. I Am the tricks that hoax. I Am the radiance of All that shines. I am Time grown ancient. All beings fall in to the night and all beings are brought back to the day light. I have already defeated all these warriors. But he who thinks he can kill and he who thinks he can be killed are both mistaken. No weapon can pierce the life-breath that is pure consciousness. No Fire can burn it. No water can drench it. No Wind can make it dry.

Have no fear and rise up because I Love you.

Now you can dominate your mysterious and incomprehensible spirit. You can see its other side. Act as you must Act. I myself Am never without Action. Rise up."

Arjuna replies: "My illusion is dissolved. My errors destroyed. By your grace now I am firm. My doubts are dispersed. I will Act according to your word."

From Class

Jerome Rothenberg

Ploughing on Sunday

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Alfred (name)

Montevideo - Capital and chief port of Uruguay

Video - Latin - videre 'to see'

The only place on the webernets that I could find Mrs. Alfred Uruguay in its entirety.

Mo Yan

Reality coming up the hill, Imagination, coming down the hill.

"figure of capable imagination" - Mrs. Alfred Uruguay - Stevens

Metaphysical - (Immaterial [no matter])

Physical - (Material)

muck and mire

Lucretius

Kenosis

Large Red Man Reading

From Class

Stevens and Weil - Decreation

"To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go be a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not." - T.S. Eliot

nostos |ˈnästōs|noun ( pl. nostoi |-ˌtoi| ) literarya homecoming.ORIGIN Greek.          nostalgia

D. Theosophy

We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.

- T.S. Eliot


Time to generate your project!

D. Neti neti
       "not this, not that"

D. Tat Tvam Asi

D. Veda

D. Perennial Philosophy

"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru' narrow chinks of his cavern." - William Blake

Of Modern Poetry

Landscape with Boat

"Whether you like it or not, it's true. You're part of me and I'm part of you" - Sexson

The Poem Must Resist the Intelligence Almost Successfully - Stevens

Asides on the Oboe - Stevens

Solaris

I finished Solaris today. I wish I weren't so tired because I would love to post a long-winded glorification of the novel. Unfortunately I'm beat. I will say that this novel is hauntingly beautiful. I haven't had to reach for my dictionary so many times throughout a read since... well, ever. If you haven't read it, you're in for a treat, if you have, Event Horizon? Not exactly the same but, thrilling and ghastly in kind if you follow. But blast! It's post 1am!
Sleep sweet Sexsonites!

Location:Lloyd St,Bozeman,United States

From Class

Technology of the Heart

Landscape with a Boat

Blog on what interests you. (Respond to a poem that grabs you.)
Consume your fly!

Work                            Imagination___|___|___|___|___|___|___Reality
               with the poem.

3 WORDS: "TAT TVAM ASI" - "That thou art," "Thou art that," or "That you are," or, according to Dr. S. "You're it"

I Heard a Fly Buzz

Not Ideas About the Thing, But the Thing Itself

Decreation

Do people change?

Ralph Waldo Emerson - "A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines." and English Professors. - Sexson

"The real is only the base. But it is the base." - Stevens

"I wish that I might be a thinking stone" - Stevens

From Class

Wallace Stevens Adagia

Choose 2 and write about them!

Blog about your accessory readings.

Vanity

Sonnet 73

Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room

Study of Two pears

From Class

Stevens - Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself

poesis

Stevens - Connoisseur's of Chaos

"If Wallace Stevens is the King of Things, he is the Thing King" - Sexson

On the Nature of Things



THE POEMS OF OUR CLIMATE

I
Clear water in a brilliant bowl,
Pink and white carnations. The light
In the room more like a snowy air,
Reflecting snow. A newly-fallen snow
At the end of winter when afternoons return.
Pink and white carnations - one desires
So much more than that. The day itself
Is simplified: a bowl of white,
Cold, a cold porcelain, low and round,
With nothing more than the carnations there.

II
Say even that this complete simplicity
Stripped one of all one's torments, concealed
The evilly compounded, vital I
And made it fresh in a world of white,
A world of clear water, brilliant-edged,
Still one would want more, one would need more,
More than a world of white and snowy scents.

III
There would still remain the never-resting mind,
So that one would want to escape, come back
To what had been so long composed.
The imperfect is our paradise.
Note that, in this bitterness, delight,
Since the imperfect is so hot in us,
Lies in flawed words and stubborn sounds.

Life is Motion

From Class

Earth Song

Musica universalis

D: Paramour

par·a·mour1.2.

   [par-uh-moor]  Show IPA

noun

an illicit lover, especially of a married person.

any lover.

Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself

The Man With The Blue Guitar
One
The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."
The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."
And they said to him, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar,
Of things exactly as they are."
Two
I cannot bring a world quite round,
Although I patch it as I can.
I sing a hero's head, large eye
And bearded bronze, but not a man,
Although I patch him as I can
And reach through him almost to man.
If a serenade almost to man
Is to miss, by that, things as they are,
Say that it is the serenade
Of a man that plays a blue guitar.
Three
A tune beyond us as we are,
Yet nothing changed by the blue guitar;
Ourselves in tune as if in space,
Yet nothing changed, except the place
Of things as they are and only the place
As you play them on the blue guitar,
Placed, so, beyond the compass of change,
Perceived in a final atmosphere;
For a moment final, in the way
The thinking of art seems final when
The thinking of god is smoky dew.
The tune is space. The blue guitar
Becomes the place of things as they are,
A composing of senses of the guitar.
Four
Tom-tom c'est moi. The blue guitar
And I are one. The orchestra
Fills the high hall with shuffling men
High as the hall. The whirling noise
Of a multitude dwindles, all said,
To his breath that lies awake at night.
I know that timid breathing. Where
Do I begin and end? And where,
As I strum the thing, do I pick up
That which momentarily declares
Itself not to be I and yet
Must be. It could be nothing else.

Gotye - Eyes Wide Open