November 16, 2011 § 2 Comments

first run; when all is said and done it still only had its moments, the inking of the platen not the least of it, and 4-1 sitting pretty as you please in the chase, magnificent as a sculpture but and so as I already said once moments weren’t aren’t enough

just off the run I felt, um…deflated, is a good word, going all the way to having failed language as if it fait a complit did not turn out as opposed to isn’t coming together as I had hoped and yet going in from a poetic point of view it was wrong, there were pleased as punch lines (poems in this case) and even worse the sign posts, the leylines left showing to no good end, or worse to a bad end,

after some almost grumpiness (no wonder I’m so thirsty–as in grumpy people usually need water) I come to some thing Micah said when he was talking about his own work; his own process, about “not wasting steps in the testing…”

surprisingly I even went to embarrassment as if it were a thing which happened in public for everyone to snicker-snack about (ain’t I queen for a day and a MissThing out of practice) better would be the simple allowing again for experimentation, the rigors of it, the risks the knowing the job was dangerous when I took it Fred, (no whining allowed) and to recognize the new press not even so to speak in which I am working, literally and figuratively and having concocted a sense of needing to have something sooner rather than later to take to print the why behind me and not so important as what lies ahead and what I’ve already learned; am      learning

shit can the one poem I knew didn’t belong

leave out the beautiful but unnecessary 4-1 page

use fluxx as the cover (already I’m bargaining for it, maybe it is the title page maybe it offsets flux and not minus1)

(and countering) but if I call the poem 4 minus 1 then who needs it… and la la la

all of this withstanding

there are 3 poems and only 3

3 osprey



then there is the word flux which serves nicely as a cover, as a container, as a title is what I mean

and but for all of it I must go back to the poetry of it…the where I veered off course and take the time it needs, the time I need

ah yes the time I need is also the press I need to come to grips with, I need not feel pressed off the press…we’ll see in the press of it how it all it press-ceeds

meanwhile, I’m thinking of:

dangling a participle, black on striking red…

and jabberwocky when all is said and tinkered with in phenix 24, perfectly understated

and what’s another word for disseminification?

and runes

and of course an alphabet, an a b c alphabet

and Had Matter, or Haz maybe , and a little jabberwockesque poem which hatched full blowen in the nyte time past

ah yes, and the time I need


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§ 2 Responses to flu(mmo)x(ed)

  • B says:

    fluxx is fluid, not knowing what the distant land may look like or whether it even exists, but having the courage to continue because …heck… why turn around ?
    Some words we write seem so trivial because their context hasn’t had the gumption to show its face yet. It doesn’t have to be edited. It can wait for whenever it makes more sense.
    Or not. Which is fine. Flux flows.

    • judigoldberg says:

      it certainly is an exploration, and this has been one of those reminders about the time it all takes, the spawning and germination of among other things the poetry of it, yes the poetry of it in the end was what had gone wanting and hence the focus was a bit adrift, one of those why not just say what you mean, unless of course you don’t know what you mean to say, or haven’t yet the gumption for the risk…ahyes fluxx, i’m coming to love it

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