Travis Naught asked me to write a blurb for his fine collection of poetry, The Virgin Journals, and I was glad to oblige.
I blurbed a book
January 24, 2012 by at 10:53 pm
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
JOB
Conflicted in early life between his desire to be a weatherman for local community access cable stations and a man who wears pants in July, JOB took the middle road and now writes poems between every waking moment. [Read More …]
Southern Expat
All you need to know is that I'm a lady, understand?
Behave yourselves accordingly. [Read More …]
Travis is inviting mockery, but there is no Travis, and the photo is supposed to look like a Munch painting.
Hi JP
That is cool. I cannot find the book on Amazon. Can you post a closeup of the blurb or the text. I cannot read it–too small.
Thanks
The book is due to be released on March 6. Should be available from Amazon and elsewhere then.
Churchill, I can understand your skepticism, given that tricky last name. Cubeland, try clicking on the photo. Jonathan, you have arrived.
I think Churchill’s comments suggest a deeper question: Don’t all poets invite mockery?
Well, sure. That’s why rappers are forever striking hyper-aggro postures and going on about their guns and money and such. So we don’t notice that they’re all a bunch of soppy poets.
As distinct from Robert Penn Warren, Allen Tate, et al., soppy poets who struck hyper-agro postures.
Yeah, Remington Lever Action 30/30s, Navy Colt Cap-n-Ball revolvers and Springfield 30-aught 6′s aside, I’ve got to work on that “money and such” for sure.
Sopping,
JOB
Nothing tricky about it. To me a word was just a word until recently, and now I see you can make it do almost anything you want it to.
That is the beauty of words Churchill. That is what inspired Jonathan to build his house on a foundation of words. You just delidificate the word, pour in the meaning, and relidificate it. Shakes vigorously to mix the meaning into other meanings already resident within the word. You want it to emulsify.
Matthew
I hope you all noticed that I try to keep my guns and money on the down low.
House of Word, Mystic.
CM,
Ezra Pound called what you just described (and performed) as “logopoeia.”
Logopoeia is that which “employs words not only for their direct meaning, but…takes count in a special way of habits of usage, of the context we expect to find with the word”.
JOB
Sometimes I feel like a Naught ….
Churchill, YouTube has some videos that purport to show Mr Naught — maybe not as conclusively as a telescope will show Jupiter’s moons, but I’m convinced:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Cit4Y8ljm0
Though I guess you might dismiss this as part of an elaborate Korrektiv-sponsored ‘alternate reality game’ — maybe a promotional stunt for House of Words, or some other book yet unpublished?
There is a lot of pressure on the blurb people as Lickona and Updike will tell you.
The guy in the wheel chair owes me money on the Patriot game.