Boston Poetry World Cup!
Many poets. Many voices. I’ll be reading at 2:38 PM EST.
Tracks for July. These all do well to get me through my three hour commute. A little bit of this a little bit of that. Some to shake and some to resonate.
“The ﬁst (focus of purposeful work, the
hand as the most tightly controlled and trained part of our body) replaces the phallus
(the organ out of our conscious control par excellence,since its erection comes and goes
independently of our will), in a kind of correlate to somebody who approaches a state
that should emerge “spontaneously” in a well-planned instrumental way (a poet who
constructs his poems in a “rational”way,for instance,is a poetic ﬁst-fucker).”