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Actually it's now 29 sections written. that  blog posting earlier was a few days old.

___________________________________ sections and connections! what a comedy!




27 sections now written___ 18th section revised__onward to go.

did some tinkering with the first line and tried out  a few small but would be significant changes  in
  the opening tone.

I've been printing the sections as I go along, testing them , then changing or adding or  whatever doesn't seem to work gets changed. Does it work one or the other , and which one seems best is the one to go with.

My judgements at this time are mostly based on the sound of it, how the poem sound. Contrary to some or perhaps popular opinion

  the sound fills in the visual element of  the poem. Call the visual aspect the content.

 the sound is the form  (the horn ) of the visual which is the content i.e. the baggage carried by the freight.

i.e. the Horns blaring announce the contents  (the baggage) of the train, the train is the poem.



... and what do ... ...


  ... and what do you do  ... you know,  how do you?   

                     ... and I answered and I gotta admit I was smiling...

   Oh   I'm just a literary bum    ..   ...        And  I was laughing then it's pretty  


I do this                                        that                            


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Yes but I gotta point out that my actual collages were much better than anything I ever did with so called digital media.

  _________________  with real collages, things rot and lose their colour, the glue comes undone,
                                                    as with real bodies,
                                            i'd suspect or imagine that with so called digital collage
                                                       they won't    'age' in the same way


I did a collage once that was 6 feet  its still over at what's his name's house....

I wonder really if it
s any  good

collage in general doesn't age well  I mean in terms of content most of it could go in the garbage, no one

will remember any of it. Good Collage is rare.

    and rare by definition is rare.


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this year it'll be
    a hundred years since the Easter Uprising of 1916.



'it makes no odds to it' 'to them' 'to you to her to I'



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Add the names of those who died at a certain age :

 Names that come to mind

 Felix Guattari  was dead at 62

Joyce was dead at 59 and all these years I thought he  was dead at sixty something

and it turns out , in fact, he was not quite 59   'He would have been 59 years old Feb. 2." as he died January 13, 1941, .
I find this so shocking,  Not even fifty-nine yet so  heart breaking Not  59.

'He awoke at 2 a.m. on 13 January 1941, and asked for a nurse to call his wife and son,'

 It rips me apart to read it.

Joyce is our father, he is, I believe our father, or like something very near to our father in 20th century letters. Near everyone who met him  got that sense from him,  and anyone who's read him deeply gets that sense of paternity, something strong and terribly responsible. (the sentiment is echoed in the last page of Wake )
 I don't understand it. In the sense that whence it comes I do not fully understand, I had it early on reading him, even when I didn't understand  what he was writing, in the Wake especially, I had the sense it was already inside of me... whence this? this knowing?

   His devotion to his  work,family and children was exceptional.

I think he is to 20th century Literature, at least to those who've read about him and his era, I believe he is something like Maurice Richard is to hockey, a very powerful father figure. And all the men, and the women too, who knew him had this sense from him. Joyce drew tears from grown men.

Joyce is all father.   and there is so much laughter in his work, and also the regret and anguish there in the terrible calls which ring out in the last pages of the Wake, but it is momentary as it all begins again.

Joyce is the least bastard of Literature in the twentieth century which is also why so many writers from so many cultures have come to be drawn to him.

Joyce is at the opposite spectrum to Genet the bastard of twentieth century literature and by virtue of that he becomes the father to bastard people, to bastard children, and individuals. He becomes  a Father too but from the other way around.

He too  will reduce you to tears but the tears come I believe from a different place and I don't know the name of that at this moment.

Genet never knew anything about his father, not a thing. Nor does anyone else. He knew little of his mother but far more about her than his father.

Joyce on the other hand, knew everything about his Father and his family and likewise he knew all there was to know about his Mother.

Genet was the only bastard son of a mother who had to leave him to charity as she could not afford to keep him. She herself was to die at the age of 31.

Joyce came from a family of 10 3 brothers and 6 sisters.

On one of my uncle's and aunt's side I have 8 cousins none of whom I have seen since the early 80's of the last century.

Cousins O cousins where are you? are you content with your lives?

Each of us comes into this world not choosing where and how we will be born.
If literature means anything it is what we choose to make it.

Yes life and death and breath and breaking bones, and getting old, and cold. or mad, and crazy Lear like madness on the beach and only our true selves found in poetry, the poetry we write.

And life  those we love and love dying and being born. 

It happens every day doesn't it , people die before their time whatever their time was. my own father at 29. and so others thousands even at this moment are dying away as others are born. and some
writers live to be old

and some not.

pick out your own names. There are the mothers and fathers.


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 but there's also scissors and paper, the glue of collage, the messy fun , the fun 

      theres' the sort of Fun side of it

  yes yes  

CP/  think of that whole lineage going back to Arp and Hoch and thousands of lesser  known artists but no less worthy, the montage collage the breaks and pieces and so  so  you knew about that.

C.D.   Absolutely!

C.P.  it's like the tape work you've done!
   C.D.   Yes yeah! I know about it, hundreds of hours of it!

C.P.  you tried doing it digitally for a couple of years on this blog and others...  but you've left that pretty much... 

C.D.  yes C that's true .

it's true

it's true


the air is blue

as the moon rips open a cloud

tinkles a sound over the air 




there's nothing calm about real creation


there's nothing calm about real creation


add up all the poems, the work in other genres, the work here and there.. what's calm about it? what's recollected about it?