June 26, 2005


Midnight 5 April 1805. I will write as truly as I can from Experience [] actual individual Experience not from Book-knowle[d]ge. But yet it is wonderful how exactly the Knowle[d]ge from good books coincides with the experience of men of the World, as I have often noticed when much younger / in men of the World who beginning to withdraw a little into themselves, commonly by reading I have noticed in them their deep delight in so many passages which had escaped me so much in so many others which I had never heard of but from Books / Experience necessary no doubt, if only to give a light and shade in the mind, to give to some ideas a greater vividness than others, & thereby to make it a thing of Time and outward reality practical for all being equally vivid = the whole becomes a dream. But notwithstanding this & other reasons, I yet believe that the saws against Book-knowle[d]ge are handed down to us from Times when Books conveyed only abstract Science or abstract Morality & Religion / whereas in the present day what is there of real Life, in all its goings on, Trades, Manufacturies, high Life, low life, animate & inanimate that is not in books. Books are conversation at present. Evil as well as Good in this, I well know / but Good too as well as Evil

from Coleridge's Notebooks: A Selection. Oxford 2002


What is a poet but a person
Who lives on the ground
Who laughs and listens

Without pretention of knowing
Anything, driven by the lyric's
Quest for rest that never
(God willing) will be found?

"For Creeley" by Fanny Howe, from Foldemzine I. Pressed Wafer 2005


Gnosis is seeing

without acquisition.


the sail menders with hands

and feet repair into dawn

trailing bolts of canvas

maneuver fish needles in half light

reach top velocity in

pantheistic celebration

from Emptied of All Ships. Stacy Szymaszek. Brooklyn: Litmus Press 2005

The poem is an oppurtunity to clarify your experience with the world. And in that clarifying proces, you become better equipped to deal with the places you inhabit.


My boy holding up fruit
and a book at my feet
sheaves of wheat in place of hair

And nursing on the other side now
comfortable next to crops
a child at my elbow

"No mystery was ever celebrated without dancing"

They went to the shore
and purified with sea-
water and probably
a sprinkling of pigs blood

The corn spirit
is a pig
A sow & her rows of milky teats

from "The Sun Person," Hoa Nguyen


At the entrance,
a plate of orange peels
dried in the Texas sun.

from untitled poem by Kim Dorman


[ Books ]

Morning Gerald Coble / Texts by William Corbett

Emptied of All Ships Stacy Szymaszek

1 800*Flowers Robert Fitterman

Radios Ronald Johnson

without from within

[ MAGZ ]

Damn The Caesars Richard Owens, ed.

Stinkbug Barbiturates Jennifer Rogers & Michael Koshkin, eds.


And thanks to KD for his Gleanings, the inspiration behind this post....

Posted by Dale at June 26, 2005 03:32 PM
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