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the foul body

“The ten kinds of foulness are these: the bloated, the livid, the festering, the cutup, the gnawed, the scattered, the hacked and scattered, the bleeding, the worminfested, and a skeleton”

“one who sees internal materiality as foul (ugly) fully understands nutriment consisting of physical nutriment. He abandons the perversion [of perceiving] beauty in the foul (ugly), he crosses the flood of sense desire, he is loosed from the bond of sense desire…”

The Path of Purification – Buddhaghosa

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notes on Williams’ “novel”

he needs progress and to leave, but there is nothing to leave but a woman.

Meeting with things… words are loveless

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The Great American Novel

“progress… Down one street, up another… It rained on the white goldenrod… one must begin.”

p1

“cherries… But who do you think I am, says white goldenrod? Of course there is progress. Of course there are words. But I am thirsty, one might add. Yes but I love you and besides I have no milk… There are no words.”

p2

“now he must leave her”

p10

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more poems in stride

part of the remix project at stride

http://stridemagazine.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-remix-project-12.html

previously

http://stridemagazine.blogspot.com/2019/05/stammer-to-sunlight.html

http://stridemagazine.blogspot.com/2019/05/motorway-circuits.html

http://stridemagazine.blogspot.com/2019/03/surmise.html

http://stridemagazine.blogspot.com/2019/03/like-sulphur.html

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covid-19 poem in The International Times

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in The Fortnightly Review

and previously

including a fun prose analysis of contemporary currents

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anon in the curly minded blog

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My Life

“the imagination is more restless than the body. But, already, words… language is restless”

My Life and My Life in the Nineties, p9 and 12. Hejinian

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a note from my MA thesis

The manifesto seeks to dissolve, rather than create, as with modernist manifestos. My process deconstructs its own artlessness, is nomadic, in its unoriginal reuse of the past.
J. H. Prynne rejects the ‘Polis’, Olson’s theoretical moral centre of gravity, because it is unable to reconcile the nomad with the need for settlement1. Resisting Olson’s morality, as I have, is then a means for the nomad to desire rest, and for so restlessness, an affective aversion to settledness, to make up a rejection of the ‘nomad’ and the world of poetry.1Anthony Mellors, Late Modernist Poetics: From Pound to Prynne (Manchester and New York: Manchester University Press, 2011), 122

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stride magazine

talking to the dead 20

my submission to the series: talking to a dead poet (Lee Harwood)