Silliman's blog

The Language poet and scholar Ron Silliman has an interesting account of events of 1968 in his blog today. (edit: That is, May 29th)

http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com

I don't know much about the events of Mexico City, but the Prague Spring is something I've been researching, mostly from the somewhat dramatized biography of Havel, titled "Havel" by John Keane.

In 1968, the first secretary of the Czechoslovak Communist Party was Alexander Dubcek, a mild-mannered (too mild according to his critics) individual who sought to bring progressive reforms into the government.

These reforms had enough of a success to draw the attention of leaders in Moscow, who later brought Dubcek to Moscow for rounds of intimidation; he was not much later rudely expelled.

After Dubcek was expelled, the young Vaclav Havel became convinced that long-term moral resistance to the regime was necessary. But there is an event beforehand that stuck with me in my research - a moment in the early summer of the "Prague Spring" when Havel and several other young artists have the opportunity to meet with Dubcek on a veranda (the exact Czech term for that escapes me) overlooking the town square...people are cheerful and optimistic, umbrellas are being opened to protect from the sun, lemonade is being served, and Havel is wearing sunglasses, practicing an ancient arab technique of dialogue/debate called Ketman.

This is very similar to what Stephen Colbert does today. In ketman you take a position which appears to be mocking your true position, thus avoiding being tagged at your true position. So, pre-emptive self-mockery in order to avoid true mockery.

Although you wonder who was the witness to this scene the way Keane describes it, (perhaps the whole thing was a bit of theater in the mind of the biographer) we have Havel smirking and saying things like "all of us agree that socialism is here to stay", followed by Dubcek, looking drawn and tired in a suit and tie, not looking at Havel directly, but unfooled by the tactic, replying in a flat tone:"do you really think so?"

Havel says: "the Party looks out for us, that's why I believe in socialism!"
"Do you really think so?" asks Dubcek, not smiling. "Maybe you only think so because you are young and successful, but there are many people in Prague alone who are dissatisfied."

Carlos Edmundo de Ory

Much reading these past few days. A lot has happened in the last twenty years or so of theory/poetry/life. So today, this is a poem from a writer I am much enjoying, the Spanish poet Carlos Edmundo de Ory, translated by Steven J. Stewart. This appeared, along with some of his other poems, in the New Orleans Review, vol 30 #1. (published by Loyola University)

I obtained this book while on a trip to New Orleans in 2004, almost exactly one year before Hurricane Katrina destroyed the city. This particular poem intrigues me because unlike many of his other poems, the meaning of this one is unclear to me.


"I Advise you to Sleep"

I Advise you to sleep when you can't
to go to mass in a dream
to pay all your debts on horseback
to knock on a door and have it be opened
to play with a typewriter on the floor of your room

If the drugs for your insomnia can't get you to sleep
go out on your balcony at midnight
and watch the soldiers coming home from the war
or a woman carrying a flower pot
or four penitents from Seville

I warn you that it's the same
whether you sleep or not
whether you dream or smoke
if when you light a match
you burn the darkness
and the flame speaks to you

Tell your pillow that you are a lord
a lord a lord
don't let it think
you forgot how to sleep as it well knows.

Science and Art are not Oppositional

according to Johnathan Gottschall, in his recent article in the Boston Globe. Why can't scientific rigors be applied to literary theory?

http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2008/05/11/measure_for_measure/?page=full

I agree with what he's saying, much more than I disagree. Reminds me of John Brockman's 3rd Culture. An effort to get creative and technical schools to speak to each other.

http://www.edge.org/3rd_culture/
http://www.sciencemag.org/cgi/content/full/279/5353/992

Brockman also built his theory on the work of C.P. Snow. It's not clear to me Prof. Gottschall's opinion of this trend.

It may sound too demanding to obtain this depth of sophistication in one's critique (isn't a grad program, in any field, rigorous enough?) but I don't see why there can't be schools that emphasize these approaches, in the same way there are schools that have postcolonialist, post-structuralist, etc approaches.

Actually, I have a view as to why, as I mentioned in an email sent today to the Professor, and that is that there is lacking a comprehensive theory-of-technology that could sell administrators on the benefits of adopting the kind of scientific rigor Prof. Gottschall is advocating. Technophiles are still trying to figure this out themselves, duking it out in IP court or having the ongoing Lawrence Lessig v. Lars Ulrich debate (creative commons v. natural rights, or thereabouts) Then, there are the technophobes, who fear technology and the free-thinkin world of literature equally. Maybe a comprehensive approach to technology/science as a boon for literary critique can begin with ideas on how to handle the ideas of those people. But, maybe this is just my ugly 3rd head of populism rearing itself once again.

I'm going to side with Lars Ulrich for today, and mention that I saw this originally mentioned on Ron Silliman's blog
http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/
which is linked from my friend, Greg Severance
http://www.santababylonia.net/wordpress/

EDIT: The Professor responds 5/14:

Hi Doug, thanks so much for your response. I'm getting clobbered on the blogs, pretty much, so it's nice to get a largely positive reaction. Your work sounds very interesting.

"A few things that may assist your study - the media theory professor Douglas Kellner of UCLA has mentioned that the world of graduate theory has a bias against certain forms of reason, I think this was in his essay on Rorty, but I can provide you with the link if you are interested."

I think he's right.

Writing in much haste....
JG

Audioscape - The Day is Coming

Here's one from the Lou journal I thought I 'd keep. So I call this an "audioscape", which has nothing to do with The Audioscape Project, although that is interesting in itself. What happens is the words are performed over the song, kind of like in spoken word, but the timing has to be as exact as possible, since there are tempo cues. Ideally I would like to perform this with other artists who are interested in similar material, possibly put a collection together.

Here is the song. On the Pure Trance cd it says this is the Talla2XLC remix, but if you look for that on youtube, you get a different mix, so the Pure Trance people must have mistyped.

http://www.imeem.com/people/nOQ7W//music/upt0fKmL/dito_sky/

THE DAY IS COMING

0:05 SKY

The trouble began when I told Saddam Hussein I wanted to marry his cousin, Dima. She was 18 and I was 21 at the time - deep down we were ready.

(0:19)
Dima had a voice like a soft pillow, and eyes that could halt a cat in the dark. I was in love, young, fearless, and I would have died to make her happy.

I had a house on a hillside all ready

Her brother gave us money and fruit trees as a gift. The cake, the dress, everything was ready. But when Saddam found out her real age – he became violent
(0:50)
secret police found us, the wedding – canceled, Dima had to flee, and I was banned from my job, and my house, and had to join the Republican Guard.

(1:00)
It was 1991,and the Army promised us the World. Marching in 100 degrees, scorpions, cheap guns from Russia, constant fly-over of aircraft, fifteen dollars a month - who could ask for more?

(1:13)
I wrote my sweetie on napkins stolen from Kuwait City Hospital. I wrote her every day describing my love in detail, ah the things we would do, the pleasures..oh Dima

(1:27)
I would describe our children growing up with true love for their country, water in the well, and vitamin C - I had it planned out. The paint for their rooms, the schools. The boys would join the national football team

One day she wrote back – saying she’s begging to believe in - reincarnation. She said – I don’t know if past lives are true, but I hope so – because if so, future lives are true also and I would like another life to live again, another chance..

(1:54)
I wrote- Dima, – no! In this life you will be happy - because I will be free after the Americans are beaten!

But - Saddam intercepted these letters - bastard! Not only this, but the war had
begun

2:08 SKY

..and we were losing. My soldiers and I, fleeing from shell-fire one day, ran to the riverbed, I took refuge.

A paperback novel floating by – I pick it up, it is "Lies & Diamonds," Saddam's best-seller – revised

(2:23)
I looked, and in chapter 9, after Saddam conquers Rome - the text, the love-note to my lady, Dima. There it was..Word for Word.

I threw the book away.

(2:35)
Gunfire! I looked over the river and saw American troops approaching

A voice cried “help!” – it was an American pilot shot down. I raced over to his burning plane, pulling him free – he said to me, “al’ikud al-salaam”, then he died.

I covered his eyes and took an American flag out of his jacket. And, wrapping myself in it, I threw my rifle away, I threw my grenades away, I took a deep breath, and I ran toward the approaching troops and cried –

(3:01)
I surrender! I surrender!

America the beautiful! I love baseball! I vote! I vote for Jesus!”

(3:09)SKY

(3:13)
And they welcomed me with open arms, my new brothers

(3:19)
Dima is still in Iraq, and I will return one day.

Every day I train, I raise my rifle, I get an education at a California school.
I learn English. I save my money, and
some night, when I look out over the calm blue ocean that faces Japan,
I think of Dima, and how she is over there, still
In that country
And my heart beats quicker..but it isn’t always out of love
Some nights It is out of hate

I will return, Saddam Hussein, yes, the day is coming

The day is coming

The day is coming

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