I met Stacy in the mid-1980s, when I taught for a semester at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She was my student, as was her future husband, Chet Weiner. The three of us formed a kind of molecule, moving across the snowy Iowa City landscape and into the spring. My sister Jennifer had died the year before, and I was still shaken; their company felt like a kind of blessing.
Stacy was smart, curious, and had a knack for appreciation and effortless kindness; she was beautiful, with an uncanny voice, subtly muted and musical; her intensity created an aura of exotic mystery. Her poems were all phenomenology and oblique shift. She seemed to want to write the wind. We watched Breathless. We were in thrall to the poems of Michael Palmer.From Connecticut, but already traveled, already on a quest, she seemed to be in the process of self-invention. This took will, and wit, and love, and a kind of radical intransigence, all of which she had in quantity. And something else was already in place; an essential joyful appetite, free from acquisitiveness. Objects did not move her; they got in the way of her senses. Her fine intelligence was deeply embedded in a creaturely connection to the natural world; taste, touch, sight.
I. Filiations Jennifer Moxley Dérive-ations: Pierre Joris & the Drift of Tradition Franca Bellarsi On the Road of Nomadic Poetics: Pierre Joris and the Beats in Conversation Christopher Rizzo Essaying the Illiterary: Pierre Joris, Charles Olson and the Event of Writing Dale Smith The Newly American
US – Géographèmes (Joris in response to Cockelbergh)
II. En route Robert Kelly NOMAD: a Meditation on Pierre Joris’ Nomad Poetics Louis Armand NOMAD IS THIS Charles Bernstein in conversation with Pierre Joris Close Listening Corina Ciocârlie Adrift. Travelling with Pierre Joris Allen Fisher Cogent Attention in the Work of Pierre Joris
This interview was conducted by seminar participants at the Institute for Comparative Literature at the University of Vienna. The seminar sent me a series of answers, all quotatons from my work, and asked me to write questions following each answer.
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