WANTED: one (1) readymade self-contained experimental poetics
- staying power
- potential to become the establishment just as soon as it gets done disestablishing the one we have now
- a firm belief that this will never happen
- shock value
- schlock value
- one or more figureheads with chips and/or good heads on their shoulders
- a catchy name
REWARD: this is an unpaid position but you will get some great exposure.
An experiment should test a hypothesis. Poetry can never be disproved; either poetry is God, or we need some measurable outcomes. Set up indefensible dichotomies and adhere to them. Think of new oxymorons and refuse the easy line break. Pile an idea on some other ideas and call it an aesthetic. Add another one and call it an anti-aesthetic.
Viktor sez: as perception becomes habitual, it becomes automatic.
Xgau sez: if you’re real nice maybe he’ll let you attach it to a garbanzo commercial.
Frank sez: the recent propagandists for technique on the one hand, and for content on the other, had better watch out.
Kenneth sez: boring, uncreative, unreadable.
John sez: if it’s boring, try doing it for longer.
Simon sez: stand up.
Himanshu sez: sit down, man.
I sez: christ, what a sausagefest.
As rebellion becomes habitual, it becomes automatic. As transgression becomes habitual, it becomes automatic. As innovation becomes habitual, it becomes automatic. As experimentation becomes habitual, it becomes automatic. As poetry becomes habitual, it becomes automatic.
Automate the reverence out of your art. It’s amazing what they can do with physics and silicon now, dizzying arrays that are going to pass a Turing test any day now, kaleidoscopes transcending their primordial geometry. Make less sense than they can. Appropriation is never inappropriate. How could it be? Embrace plagiarism as practice. Go down to the Build-A-Genius and assemble your own from the available materials. Then throw it to the wolves.
How to Write a Concrete Poem: 11 Steps (with Pictures)
Things You’ll Need:
☐ Pencil or pen
☐ Computer program for image design (optional)
☐ Examples of concrete poetry (optional)
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Make junk art out of junk art.
Then junk it. Wait all you want, it’ll never be new.
Don’t do disorder, dada did it, damn it. How can we rebel against dada, reject the rejection of sense by making more sense? What’s the program? Properly lineated rhyming punctuated etc.,?—if dada is anti-dada can I be anti-dada without also being dada? Not by saying dada again and again for sure that’s for sure a mark of dada. Maybe by stoically refusing the stochastic, staying the same all the time doing the same thing again and again and again and time and again and again all the time the same again and the same thing again and the same again and again. Write the same poem every day for a year. Write The Waste Land every day for a year. Do nothing for a year and title it The Waste Land.
Metamorphose into yourself. Arrière-garde or Aerogarde, we’ll be eating bugs either way. You might want to do something new, you might want to upset somebody. Find a way to upset nobody, which nobody has done before, by doing nothing that nobody has done before. Do nothing. Do whatever you want. Do whatever you don’t want to do. Tell Brian what he can do with his oblique strategies and hit the “I’m feeling lucky” button.
If the machine can’t ghostwrite anything new after all get the real ghost on the job and start stamping ’em out. My dreams are less surreal than my real life but I won’t let that stop me. The kettle boils and I pour water over a teabag and burn my mouth a little when I try to drink. I wake up and I wake up and I wake up.
Nobody understands John Cage but everybody who thinks they do uses his silence as a punchline. Pick someone interesting and build an edifice on your misunderstanding of their life’s work, for art’s sake. Art for art’s sake, nothing for nothing’s sake. Nothing for art’s sake. A joke about sake that nobody’s swallowing. Write a poem for art’s sake and write nothing for poetry’s sake. Call it a revolution because you’re just turning around and around and around. Write like you’re operating a jackhammer while sedated. Get sedated and find yourself a jackhammer.
Blixa’s in the woods somewhere. He won’t have a bar of your avant-canard.
(something new might happen in the woods but it might just be a lot of wet trees and wolves have been extinct here for a long time)