Showing posts with label Derrida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Derrida. Show all posts

Saturday, February 25, 2023

New book by Carolyn Srygley Moore

 We all have a past, Watson. Ghosts. They are the shadows that define our every sunny day.

// Sherlock Holmes;
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

We have just completed a book called For All of My Beautiful Ghosts by awesome American poet Carolyn Srygley Moore. Carolyn actually writes real poems, which is enormously unusual nowadays, & we have done this book for her with higher quality coloured ink for the 177 numbered pages, since it also contains photos.

EDIT: It printed fine &, after final edits, here it is at Lulu, For All of My Beautiful Ghosts. Because of the ink, it's more expensive, though, to cut costs for the buyer, we did at first not sell it from corporate scumbags Amazon we have now made it more expensive & moved it to distribution through Amazon. This is because people are prepared to purchase it there, & evidently prefer to spend more rather than less. The Amazon link is here & the book is now available there. I would prefer that you buy it from Lulu though, since this gives Carolyn a lot more money, ten times more, because Amazon are bloody robber barons, & she deserves it.

I shall almost certainly review it later, but I am currently reading about Kali Maa & finishing my book about Her as primal goddess in the Mahavidyas. Carolyn sets a bloody high bar for me with her wonderful book, but I want it to be my best ever.

Cover, featuring a collage by Carolyn herself, & my blurb follow:

Posthuman Poetry & Prose is delighted to release this book of poems by Carolyn Srygley Moore, a poet & artist resident in New York State.

These poems tell a life, & they are of ghosts in the sense that what one relates to is ghostly; it is the poematic impulse, which is to capture the past, to prove that it was real & that it still is, to produce "a photograph of the feast in mourning", as Derrida so aptly puts it, so there is always poem when the ghosts fade at sunset & earth is there, sustaining the futility that is world.



Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Six samples from forthcoming "everything essential"

Here are six samples from my forthcoming everything essential, due whenever we see & approve the proof copy. The cover comes first. The manifesto that introduces the book was previously posted below in this blog at this link. Here it is on Amazon UK. Here on Amazon USA. Now it is lengthened & made more complete, & has grown into a book of its own, A posthuman poetry manifesto which I will post a couple of weeks after this one is out. The book is reviewed above by Carolyn Srygley-Moore in this post.

EDIT: Out now.

I update this post to note that I have approved the proof & allowed the 205 page book via Posthuman Poetry & Prose's storefront, where it is on sale at this link, & made it available on Amazon, Ingram, B&N, etc, where it will appear in due course.

The book is the third book of poems since my return to the UK, & themes & inspirations include nature in North Somerset; goddess Tiamat; posthumanism & postmodernism; Deleuze & Guattari's becoming animal & rhizomes; Foucault's antihumanism & antifascism; Derrida's ethics, poetics, & ethopoetics; Nietzsche in general, especially the return as the return of the dissolved self; Lyotard's intensity; new materialism; indeterminacy; goddess chaos versus patriarchal order; the Enuma Elish; & love, sexuality, & BDSM.

The book is 205 numbered pages, with a 45 page introductory manifesto that took a lot of work. I have edited this & given more attention to it than usual. It's a sort of statement. The manifesto is about posthumanism, goddess Tiamat, chaos, & posthuman poetics, & I try to enact it in the poems - the dissolution of the ego in Deleuze's reading of the Nietzschean eternal return, the intensity, the beast, the ahuman that I am become. It is very clearly a book of poems for Emma, but it is not part of the series; she is muse & motivator, but there is more to these poems, for the sexual intenisty that was always there has now pervaded everything - from goddess to brutality, from butterflies to philosophy.

I have also, as noted, finished a prose book with a more extensive version of the manifesto that I shall publish separately. The manifesto in the new prose version is close to 100 numbered pages & is due to become available once I approve the proof in a while.A new book to be called (probably) we are flesh of Tiamat is being written.










Monday, December 13, 2021

Review of "Post-ed on Your Mirror"

This is a review of Post-ed on Your Mirror by Linnet Phoenix, edited & published by me for Posthuman Poetry & Prose, & on sale at this link. Editors should not review books as a general rule, perhaps, but I propose to make some observations about the book that are somewhat specialized.

Linnet Phoenix is a phenomenal poet. Poetry is very sickly nowadays. What currently passes for poetry is the modern form of what Heidegger calls Poesie. This was in Heidegger's day the traditionally "poetic" - rhyming verse, doggerel - though nowadays the epigones are all producing little imitations of Bukowski's crapulent ramblings, calling it "edgy". This trash is not the rebellion, of course; it is what must be rebelled against & subverted. Dichtung is the genuine article. Linnet Phoenix is the genuine article.

Dichtung is something totally different from standard poetry, it is the opening up of Dasein that prepares it to receive Being, the Otherness of Being as manifest in beings, it is the "poetizing" that precedes the event of any art & it is present particularly strongly in poetry itself. It not only precedes art, but perhaps any understanding of where Dasein is, where the "Da" itself is. This is what Linnet does. Poesie, on the other hand, is Gerede; empty talk, idle chatter, meaningless. A poem is true not by stating true propositions, most poems don't do that, & it is not their function so to do. A poem is true by giving an insight into the unconcealedness of Being in beings - aletheia is seen by Heidegger as being built from Lethe and the alpha privativum, and truth as thus being unforgetting, unhiddenness. Dichtung reveals truth, Poesie covers over the truth of Dichtung in its nonsensical verbiage. A poem should make the reader aware of the Earth.1

There is a religious imagery used in Linnet's poetry that is traditionally biblical, adopted from her traditionally Christian upbringing. I shall not go into this, but it is also a traditional strength. I have previously stated that she reminds me of Manley-Hopkins; the religious references connect to that, & so do the frequent hyphenated constructions that are perhaps less evident than usual in these short form poems. The following though is a clear reminder:

I am shipwrecked,
heart hull-holed
in smithereens

This I like to see as equivalent to the pre-Socratics in Heidegger. It is what we need to return to in order to carry on thinking. They still had access to the truth of Being, as Manley-Hopkins still had access to the world-making strength of words.

Thus again, I have returned to the the Heideggerian connection that I see in this poetry. The Earth/World (Erde/Welt) distinction is not one that Linnet deliberately focuses on, but it is very evident in passages like:

This old world howls
in the midday sun
as well as the frostbite moon,
but nobody listens

The old world that howls here is Earth, not world at all, & she is hidden; the average person, the average poetaster, knows nothing of this; it is only for those who are aware of the authentic poetic impulse that it is discernible. The reason the poetry that Linnet writes can be seen in terms drawn from Heidegger, or so I would assert, is that his description of what makes good Dichtung is pretty much correct, & Linnet is very good at this. It is possible to see Heidegger as saying that poetry is implicitly concerned with Being, whereas philosophy is explicitly concerned with it, or has been. But poiesis, so di Pippo argues,2 is rather the original means of access to Being that is broader than the distinction between poetry and philosophy & that makes both poetry & philosophy possible. After all, it is poetry that will assist in the task of thinking that comes after the end of philosophy.

We do not occasionally produce poetry in this sense, but dwell poetically. Poiesis is the event, Ereignis, the propriative event that generates the open clearing, the "Da" of Dasein, powered by an original experience of lack & instability & fragmentary self identity, the hiding away of earth & the turning away of goddess. It is there in poiesis that Being is put into beings, the sense of earth & divinity that is so sadly lacking from modern poetry, & particularly from the bogus wannabe poetry of the various flocks of epigones, chattering away like little rock doves, opinionated little pigeons cooing, the fluttering inanity of the "edgy".

Linnet, however, creates a sense of Being:

I thought my shadow left
but she is still here
waiting for us to awaken

the twin bears are restless
clawing at satellites
like leaping silver salmon

Poiesis is not a mirroring of a stable being, a presence, it generates presence. & this naturally brings us to Derrida. Maybe Derrida's depiction of poetry as a hedgehog trying to cross the Heideggerian Autobahn, a reminiscence, a “photograph of the feast in mourning”,3 is not as distant from a Heidegger understood as not believing so much in the function of poetry as revealing earth, unconcealing it,4 as a poetizing that generates world & an understanding of world & phusis.

I once drew with found pieces,
pictures of blue butterflies,
when I was a tiny mouse,
before I roared in raindrops
honest as acid,
sweet as wild-briar lips

The above passage is so beautiful, & it creates its world, it generates a world for us to exist, better than the world of societal ideology. It borrows from the Earth where Linnet stands firm to bless world with these tiny fragments of nature. 

I do think that in Linnet's poetry we how Derrida's argument against the Heideggerian sense of poetry as disclosing unconcealed Being, saying instead that poetry is a nostalgia for a presence that never was, is part & parcel of Heidegger's original argument, the nostalgia is a result of lack, it generates Being, it gives access to Being. The obdurate life of the peasant working nature, expressed in the shoes painted by van Gogh, the struggle buried in the worn leather, the Earth where she worked, these are what Heidegger wants art to show.5

Linnet is, in my eyes, a major poet. She is one of those who generates a world. The Being she needs comes from her own productive work, & it is available for the reader in Post-ed on Your Mirror, since very few can do what Linnet does. She will show you how the Earth howls.

Here is the link to her blog. The book is now on sale at this link.



1 Heidegger, M. Poetry, Language, Thought (1971)

2 Alexander Ferrari Di Pippo. The Concept of Poiesis in Heidegger's An Introduction to Metaphysics. In: Thinking Fundamentals, IWM Junior Visiting Fellows Conferences, Vol. 9: Vienna 2000

3 Derrida, "Che cos'e la poesia" in A Derrida Reader: Between the Blinds, ed. Peggy Kamuf. Columbia University Press; see also "Istrice 2: Ich binn all hier,” in Points . . . : Interviews, 1974-1994, Derrida, Elisabeth Weber (ed) ISBN: 9780804724883 (Stanford Univ Pr., 1995)

4 Heidegger 1971

5 Op. cit.

 


 

Monday, February 22, 2021

divinity extractor fan

I have started a third novel, more explicitly an anti-novel, since I do not like plot & I do not like dialog, thus rendering most novels a great torment to me, either to write or read. It will be called divinity extractor fan.

This book is predominantly inspired by antinatalism, posthumanism, overpopulation, ecology, & so forth. There is currently a heavy preponderance of Artaud, apart from the muse, getting into this book. Sacher-Masoch & St. Augustine of Hippo are being sampled in & cited. Footnotes & everything, fuck the world. Deleuze & Guattari with their becomings-animal are featured as well, at some length.

I am incorporating a story about how Henrietta, who is by now pretty obviously part of me (more like a goddam walk-in, to be honest, fuck all those drugs & being almost dead & shit, other souls just wandering in & out. Still, she gets me home when I'm drunk), provokes the release of Cthulhu with his army of evil, but very cute, mudkips to destroy everything, by using archaic HTML, code imbued with unspeakable ancient evil. It is my hope that some brave visual artist can produce an illustration of Cthulhu leading his army of mudkips to victory.

There is some discussion of Heidegger & Derrida on poetry, with references too, the sort of thing that novels need, I feel. Artaud is now making an appearance, because he makes everything better aesthetically, even if everything hurts. Also much discussion of Lyotard, temporality, the goddess, &, somewhat less seriously, samples from The Anatomy of Melancholy & Nietzsche, the last two being just for laughs.  But, as noted, Artaud is sort of taking me over, so we are gonna be nailing asses to the heavens at some point, gentle reader.

Couple of sample pages from divinity extractor fan follow, along with the cover. By the way, this book is complete & here at Lulu. Oh, I love that mise of mine so much. She is the best muse there ever was.





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