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March 27, 2008 at 8:08 pm · tag/s : blog, holocaust, reading, text, writing
Published in 1975, Charles Reznikoff’s book-length poem Holocaust is a collage of witness testimonies from the Nuremberg Military Tribunal and the trial of Adolf Eichmann in Jerusalem.
“By using the language of others he attends to the “object” of genocide without imaginative or philosophical flourish, and by reciting it again in his own rhythm he becomes a second witness to its truth. Ultimately, the reader responds not to the poet but to the testimony itself.” writes Kathryn Crim in the Boston Review.
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June 12, 2007 at 7:27 pm · tag/s : blog, life, text
instant life writing
no special skills required!
interesting life optional!
why bore your friends in real time?
April 2, 2007 at 8:39 pm · tag/s : blog, film, text
jairjun points to an issue of Granta which has an essay by the famous dutch writer Maarten ‘t Hart (that’s a genuine apostrophe in his name) who claims he was “hired as rat-trainer for Werner Herzog’s Nosferatu in 1979.” they didn’t get on. sadly granta doesn’t believe in putting its texts online, although the same issue has an online extract from a piece by atom egoyan (one of my heroes) about his apparent admiration for the actor who began his career as peter in jesus christ superstar but who counts such films as weapons of masturbation (“It’s Armed & Ready To Blow!”) amongst his more recent starring rolls
November 7, 2006 at 5:27 pm · tag/s : blog, doubt, mail, reading, text
i decided that i should try and create the impression that i am a real writer, although i am actually a half-arsed dabbler which is much better since it stops me, and other people, taking my writing too seriously. but now that i am a mentor on a real writing project, and launching a collection of poetry and prose (at the wagga wagga library - this friday at 5.30 … come along !) i really should make more of an effort.
thus i thought i might as well begin by starting a rejection slips collection, so i submitted a half-arsed sentimental childhood memoir (the cuban crisis, which, ironically, was also rejected by fourw, the very publication i am launching {insert emoticon here} to three magazines (meanjin, southerly and heat), and an editor, robert drewe for consideration for best australian stories 2006 published by black ink - the latter was submitted a week late to make it more likely to be rejected …
bookmark this page for my reviews of the rejection slips i receive as i build my collection
October 10, 2006 at 3:46 pm · tag/s : half arse poems, text, thinking
the walks i remember best are the early
early walks i did
when i first embarked upon
my campaign to get a bit more fit
i was surprised by the strength
in my own legs & i thought : i can walk fast!
—
i.j.oog
wagga wagga*
spring 2006
(* wagga wagga : so half-arsed we had to name it twice)
October 2, 2006 at 11:06 am · tag/s : reading, text
“The nightmare world into which I reluctantly venture each night possesses a certain disorderly order. I have to do with the same people much of the time, known and unknown. Most of the topography has come to be familiar and is as a torn map many of the pieces of which are missing, a torn map flexed unreasonably in its parts by a sardonic and melodramatic hand. I am forever feeling that there may be an entirety to the course and to the geography of my dreams but am never quite able to come upon it. It is as though I were a denizen of a realm I should be familiar with, a dweller in some continuum sporadically recognizable, personally intimate, yet altogether tramontane…“ June 27, 1938
Inman, A. The Inman Diary : A public and private confession. Harvard University Press Cambridge, Ma.1985 p.852
September 5, 2006 at 5:46 am · tag/s : blog, reading, text
meanwhile in vienna Natascha Kampusch is about to give her first interview and tell the world How a cruel obsessive crafted his perfect woman in a dungeon
what question/s would you ask her? mine would be : did she keep a diary and does she know if Wolfgang Priklopil had ever read the collector by john fowles ?
August 29, 2006 at 7:27 am · tag/s : blog, text
grok
as in : i grok you ; i want to grok my doubt
Grok (IPA /gɹɑk/, rhymes with rock) is a verb that connotes knowledge greater than that which can be sensed by an outside observer. It is an understanding beyond empathy and intimacy. In grokking, one experiences the literal capabilities and frame of reference of the subject.
from wikipedia
