Commentaries - December 2007
I use del.icio.us to preserve my bookmarks. I recommend it. Since they are on the web, I can review them anywhere, from any machine. Of course I can also share them. If you don't have the time for blogging but want others to get your recommendations for sites, documents, pages, photos, etc., set yourself up with del.icio.us and then create an RSS feed, so that people can receive notifications of your new bookmarks, just as RSS notifies people of new blog entries. Web 2.0 at its best, I think.
'the inner fragmentation/destruction triumphs over lives which end up in rooms to die more so than heal, especially at the back wings, a mock freedom of soul, where "nothing/ will grow" and "cinders lie" -- ashes to ashes dust to dust -- a mirror of industrial us, perhaps -- a snapshot of the imagination'
Joe Milutis, over at New Jersey As an Impossible Object, had this to say, in part:
'I liked the almost petulant flavor of his home-recorded reading: he projects the word “nothing” as if he wanted it to be an object . . . a "something" beyond him. “Broken” and “bottle” are flung far enough from the body so they could stand off and judge it; or rather, not even that far—it’s more like spit in the wind. (Cf. Marinetti, whose flung words transform the provincially trapped poet, merging into an international technosphere.) The poets had a good laugh at the improbability of doing a podcast devoted to Paterson: Do it!'
For more of Joe, go here.
If TV ads for presidential campaigns today were as simple and as silly as those put on by Dwight Eisenhower's people in 1956, I wonder if we would all think the politicians had gone insane, or if we would be relieved. Has this business (marketing, really, is what it is) changed so much since '56? Our first and possibly second answers will be yes, but then watch this Ike ad a third time and think about it. Maybe only the quality of the production (and of animation) has improved.
Here's that ad (a .MOV file). Don't those marching figures, stepping to the repetitive intoning of the man with the open-vowel-starting one-syllable nickname just make you want to get up out of your chair and march along too?