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This is my poem for Open Link Night (up early) at dVerse Poets Pub.
Joe asked us this week to share where the inspiration for our poem came from so here goes: I was reading Keith Waldrop’s translation of Anne-Marie Albiach’s work yesterday morning and found an excellent review of Figured Image. I was drawn to doing something new with the inspiration I found in The Line The Loss. I admire her work a lot despite the fact that I can’t seem to embrace the flattening of language the underlying philosophy advocates. This poem was born out of those sources, The Glass Bead Game by Herman Hesse, my desire to paint and use Photoshop for this week’s offering, the fun of experimentation, remembering some artistic tools I’d used in a previous poem Apophenia & Creativity: A Kind of Self-Possession (the Train Wreck Rewrite), my dry wit, the inanity of transhumanism, and a deep and abiding love of language. Thank you, Joe, for asking!
Chromapoetica 
This is fabulous! The words by themselves lovely, but in this form also sculpture, a beautiful quilt!
Thank you Jenny, you’ve gone and made my day :)!
“erotic precision” blew my mind. This is a beautiful multi-media piece!
Jane, I was reading Keith Waldrop’s translation of her work this morning and found an excellent review of Figured Image so I was drawn to doing something new with the inspiration I found in The Line The Loss. Thanks so much for your kind comment and visit at Carbon Noise.
dang…very nice…love the creativity with the words…the form…mourners cry lyricism and METAPHOR!! ha…there are not depths hidden here….made me smile…dang that last stanza as well is a ripper…love your play anna…
finished my oln as well…will be up in the AM…
It felt time to do something completely new to me and visual. It was a lot of fun to pull together and I especially enjoyed using some tricks I hadn’t employed since Apophenia and Creativity: A Kind of Self-Possession (the Train Wreck Rewrite). I look forward to yours and will stop by early tomorrow! My response at Spotlights said it more eloquently but it bears repeating: thank you.
“aleatory insights resound in a multiplication of caesuras” I like the feel of these words on my tongue.
Me too :), thanks for stopping by.
excellent
Thanks Jesse, always awesome to see you here.
Reading Anna’s poetry will make you smarter. True story. You continue to amaze me Anna. I find you and your works intriguing.
What a lovely compliment to receive first thing in the morning. Thank you, David, for this and following me on Soundcloud.
My pleasure. When I get some free time I will check out the rest of your compositions on SoundCloud. I appreciate the follow back. I have no musical training but I enjoy experimenting with music. Thanks again Anna.
Thanks, many of my compositions are at Chromasymphonic as I only discovered SoundCloud recently, though there’s some poetry reading and another instrumental work there. I enjoyed your compositions.
Great, I will be sure to check those out. Thank you for the compliment.
You’re welcome, :D.
Another ….wow!
Love the way you presented this…it all adds to the fabulous effect. superior writing in every which way Anna.
I love these {wow} bouquets you’ve gifted me, thank you so much!
Well, to me, this has a level of beauty I find captivating. I am missing poetry, but I seem to be writing only very poor poetry at the moment. Perhaps something of substance will come again soon 🙂
I am missing your poetry but enjoy all your writing. I hope you feel inspired to share it again soon :).
very cool anna…art and word..it flows so beautifully together…liquid modernity…a hundred gated cathedral of mind..great…need to check her out as well..
Thanks Claudia, I admire her work a lot despite the fact that I can’t seem to embrace the flattening of language the underlying philosophy advocates. Wonderful to see you and glad you arrived safely at home.
so rich and intricate on every level!!! I hope that you will consider sharing an offering for this year’s 4th annual gratitude word quilt. You can find information about the project and how to participate at the top of my blog.
Thank you Laura, I’ll check it out!
Anna, creative and beautiful.
Ayala, you always put a smile on my face, thank you.
love the presentation. and i found many depths hidden there, within letters’s dark matter and colors exploding. in times when my words seem to be lost lost your poetry helps the spark to be lit again. thank you for this~
Yelena, that it reignited your writing spark warms my heart, thank you!
wonderul…
Thank you, yours was exquisite and thought provoking.
“there are no depths hidden here”
this is a line that will stay with me… because, of course, there are all kinds of depths hidden here, there and everywhere…
how can i even explain how much i love this… the “metaphor” section especially just sings to me. you are fabulous.
have you ever read House of Leaves?
No but I’ll have to now, the structure sounds fascinating. Thank you for the recommendation and for your ever kind words of support. You are a treasure! Also, when do we get to celebrate your birthday across the blogosphere? I want to write something for it :D.
I enjoyed this thoroughly….your words and the frame. One of your best!
Thank you Mary, I’m just back from work so I look forward to reading your poem soon.
A stream of words flowing over rocks, free versing throug the countryside and then channeled into such a creative form. The contrast were way kool to an overowrked brain this week. I am always impressed with your presentation and thought and plcement of each word. You birth the most creative thoughts. Maybe someone should write a poem on you. That would be kool.
I like your visualization. Sorry to hear you’re overworked, I hope things improve soon. I missed your feedback last week. Thank you, as always, for your encouragement, it means a lot to me.
Poetic art, a wonderful offering that pleases both the ear and the eye. Beautiful
Beth, wonderful to see you! It was a lot of fun to pull together.
Your pastel-ish presentations softens the hardcore intellection going on nicely, Anna, for a very attractive visual experience.
I find the hardcore goes down better with a spoon full of sugar, some visual, lexical, or sonic beauty :D. Thanks Joy!
Wow, feel like Reverend Jim on TAXI, with my mind blown and my socks off. This one is so far out, it becomes remote; and when you add the artwork to it; twice boffo! I am hanging on by fingernails somewhere in the /soundless expanse of vocabulary/, catapulted into 5 levels of metaphysics, elevated into sub-levels of quantum physics, bombarded with new form, new use of terms; an ass-kicking effort here!
Glenn, this is a twice boffo compliment! I love the visuals you’ve created here. I always write in my ass-kicking boots, yeehaw ;)!
You definetly push the boudaries–structrally and intellectually–with this poem. Well done.
Thank you, I enjoy that process a lot.
Very ambitious, Anna. I confess it is a bit hard for me to follow all the way through but the visual is quite lovely and the end – the poetic laceration and dismemberment I get. I confess that it made me understand better what is difficult for me – I am governed by novelistic tendencies! I am always in search of narrative! (Why I never really feel like a poetry) – whereas you are going for all the nuances of the caesuras – among other things. k.
Oh I have novelistic tendencies (I have several half-written novels in drawers) so I was actually making fun of myself there :). I do think you’re spot on about going for the nuances of the caesuras, I am in love with nuance. Thanks for your thoughtful and thought provoking comment. Hope NaNoWriMo is treating you excellently.
fantastic use of language here… you are a word smith extraordinaire. thought provoking and creative piece Anna…I really enjoyed it. ~ C.
Thank you Christi, it’s lovely to see you. This is a treasured compliment; I look forward to reading your poem very much.
Sitting back, staring a the keyboard and all I have is, “Wow!”
Big smiles from my screen to yours.
you knew id love this because i love my erotic precision lacerated of course (ouch!:)
this i so well executed anna. i like all the kriss krossing intersection weaves
a freeway of ideas mapping out some way good PO . . . the first split, left and right
columns, the PO is class!
a bubble chamber of brewing semiotic shivers
blowing back signals to the motherboard! 😀
As usual your comment is pure poetry and a joy to receive. Semiotic shivers gave me the urge to dance about (I resisted, a pity really) and how was I to know having your erotic precision lacerated tickles your fancy, haha. I do think you owe my baby panda SWAT team an apology for burning their retinas with that umbrella passage from Cult, which I won’t repeat as I really am trying to get the image out of my head, ick! However, as all my limbs are now functional I will refrain from litigious action :D.
A fantastic visual treat! Loved the crosswise presentation….there are no hidden depths here….:) so many layers…thanks
Thanks Nilanjana, hope your Diwali was wonderful!
Well you took Joe’s prompt and ran away with it, Anna…language here is anything but flat–it cascades through your form and the graphic. You hooked me with it and I’ll be back. Nice work.
That’s wonderful to hear Steve, I found I couldn’t embrace the philosophy, though of course my graphic representation of the work on the internet qualifies it as flat or non-dimensional :).
Intriguingly complex and satisfyingly challenging. I’ll need to spend some time with this. Hope I’m capable of comprehending its many dimensions.
I’m sure you are quite capable James, thanks very much for the visit.
Well, aren’t we all glad Joe asked you to tell us about your inspiration? Absolutely marvellous, Ann. It’s lovely visually, of course, and conceptually, but…the language is where its power truly lies. Magnificent. (I’ll return to it; I just don’t have the time now that it deserves—and it deserves it.)
Oh, I was hoping it would get your attention. I’d love to hear any further thoughts and truly appreciate your feedback today.
A poem—among other things—must inspire us, tickle our fancy, make us want to read more, understand more. That is poetry’s magical (and I’ll venture to say, unique quality, beyond other arts, or in consonance with them, as you demonstrate so conceptually here.) How can something so apparently simple, so crafted, move us? What is it about words, their musicality that should matter in a confused, fast ,overwhelming life? Écriture tells it: aleatory insights resound / in a multiplication of caesuras / semantic slippage {and} resolution”. It is this “liquid modernity”—this SINGULARITY that unveils “dark matter”.
“There are no depths hidden here”.
Guess I really enjoyed this one.
Yes, it seems like every year some critic or social observer cries for or declares the death of an art form, as if we’ve come to the edge of all there is to express and now we should look at art as cultural heritage. We should accept a map that they believe is complete but has an ocean merely labeled HERE BE DRAGONS. Like a bizarre twist of revelation/interpretation leftover from religion. Now art is dead and the only job is for scholars and biographers. I think they’re full of it, stuck in intellectual towers built to create cannons. Poetry is alive and well and no generation or movement will kill it. Thank you very much for the insightful and thought provoking comment.
Making visual and concrete that which is not… you have the gift 🙂
‘universe of enactments
unveling dark matter’….. these words are the heart for me.. but how the enactment is changed by ripping the words away from their setting (decontextualizing..)
Always a cerebral joy-ride to be had here, Anna
An amusement park of the imaginarium :). I adore the word decontextualizing – I was just contemplating the use of intertextual patterns in my MTB poem! Thanks Becky, always a joy to hear your impressions!