I just uploaded video and photographs from my recent performance with Justin Andrews, towards the side exposed to wind i place a hawk, that took place at The Goat Farm Arts Center in conjunction with Deke Weaver‘s Other Animals. To check it out, click here.
Other Voices, Jeff’s sound project that I wrote a poem insert for, is now available through Half Letter Press, a publishing imprint and an experimental online store initiated by Temporary Services.
Click here to check it out and get a copy!
Jeff Kolar, my partner, just released his sound project Other Voices CD at his performance last week during Garbage World 4 at Mortville. I wrote a poem for it that was printed as an insert for the CD (design by Maria Verdos-Petrou). Check it out at Jeff’s site here!
an excerpt from Un coup de dés jamais n’abolira le hasard (A throw of the dice will never abolish chance) by Stephane Mallarmé – to read the entire poem visit this link – it has Mallarmé’s introduction and English translations.
de la mémorable crise
où se fût
l’événement accompli en vue de tout résultat nul
N’AURA EU LIEU
une élévation ordinaire verse l’absence
QUE LE LIEU
inférieur clapotis quelconque comme pour disperser l’acte vide
abruptement qui sinon
par son mensonge
dans ces parages
en quoi toute réalité se dissout
aussi loin qu’un endroit fusionne avec au-delà
quant à lui signalé
selon telle obliquité par telle déclivité
ce doit être
le Septentrion aussi Nord
froide d’oubli et de désuétude
sur quelque surface vacante et supérieure
le heurt successif
d’un compte total en formation
brillant et méditant
avant de s’arrêter
à quelque point dernier qui le sacre
Toute pensée émet un Coup de Dés
in English – condensed:
NOTHING of the memorable crisis where the event matured, accomplished in sight of all non-existent human outcomes, WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE a commonplace elevation pours out absence BUT THE PLACE some lapping below, as if to scatter the empty act abruptly, that otherwise by its falsity would have plumbed perdition, in this region of waves, in which all reality dissolves
EXCEPT at the altitude PERHAPS, as far as a place fuses with, beyond, outside the interest signalled regarding it, in general, in accord with such obliquity, through such declination of fire, towards what must be the Wain also North A CONSTELLATION cold with neglect and desuetude, not so much though that it fails to enumerate, on some vacant and superior surface, the consecutive clash, sidereally, of a final account in formation, attending, doubting, rolling, shining and meditating before stopping at some last point that crowns it All Thought expresses a Throw of the Dice
I ask, how can we read this poem in light of the body and its vulnerability to chance? Disability can happen at any moment. Accidents happen. The body, because of an exposure to a virus, can turn on itself and produce autoantibodies – antibodies that attack the self rather than a pathogen. Are we ever in complete control of our own bodies, or are they, and we, just subjects to chance?