Poetic Relevance, Concluded
A dear friend points out to me that my last post does not broadcast its irony loudly enough, and that some readers are taking it as an earnest declaration of my stand vis a vis relevance in poetry. From now on I will flag all my satirical intentions as such by writing in this ridiculously inflated 1923 voice. Or maybe I was doing that already. Oh, vexation!
I shall be perfectly clear: relevance in poetry is the concern of the Conceptualists. The Flarfists do not share this investment. Flarf strives not for relevance, but for Truth and Beauty, which as we all know are timeless virtues, beyond the fickle preoccupations of the quotidian news-mongers.
By the bye, another visitor to this blog has remarked of late that I am unfavorably inclined toward comments on this blog from those who disagree with me. This is not at all accurate. I am unfavorably inclined toward comments from those who displease me, which is not always or even usually the same thing. Furthermore, admission to my comments stream does not in itself necessarily signal that the commenter does not displease me; I may just not feel like taking the trouble to delete his or her insipid prating.
I shall be perfectly clear: relevance in poetry is the concern of the Conceptualists. The Flarfists do not share this investment. Flarf strives not for relevance, but for Truth and Beauty, which as we all know are timeless virtues, beyond the fickle preoccupations of the quotidian news-mongers.
By the bye, another visitor to this blog has remarked of late that I am unfavorably inclined toward comments on this blog from those who disagree with me. This is not at all accurate. I am unfavorably inclined toward comments from those who displease me, which is not always or even usually the same thing. Furthermore, admission to my comments stream does not in itself necessarily signal that the commenter does not displease me; I may just not feel like taking the trouble to delete his or her insipid prating.
9 comments:
Sounds like
Breath
and
Tooty
1923 was pretty cool.
Hans Arp was making a chess set,
and Tanguy was looking like really
neo-proto-flock-of-seagulls or something..
And tone-disabled I, who probably
shouldn't be here at all, had
returned to say:
Given Nada's "revelance" and
Anne's and Ben's comments,
and Henry's Simonides comment--
which was news to me,
perhaps we should change Pound's
"make it new" idea to
make it news.
azaleas, and dwarf ones at that
I'm all for truth and beauty. Bring it on. Oh, and strange linkage going on between our blogs...all these random links that I'm sure neither of us has made. If I were more paranoid I might think it was something amiss with the conceptualists...
Shocking ... awesome ... sublime.
It is important in life never to conduct oneself in such a way as to leave oneself vulnerable to even the APPEARANCE of the possibility of being taken seriously.
Ha! That must be a very comfortable position for you. Anyone who disagrees is simply too stupid to appreciate your irony. Lovely. Of course eventually we will expect you to tell us what you do believe about poetry or is it all just cynical posturing?
I walk along the ah-vey-noo
i never thought I'd meet
a girl like yoouuu
meet a girl like youu
and i rannn
i ran so far away
i just haddd
something
i had to get wayay
boump boump
The last two statements in the "relevance" post set the tone: irony.
Irony all the way. Jingle, jingle.
Perloff egg nog.
I don't know much really...about all of this.
A gut reaction tells me to warn you about nostalgia.
Flarf could be considered..nostalgia in the making or in light of the ever recurring 'tautology' of nostalgia itself...making nostalgia a lot faster.
Mostly...it is entertaining. That you hope to change into a barker of some sort from a decade that appeals to you today...
we often used stop
the telegraph stop
clarify stop
arrival time stop
Courage!
But all the interesting things have already been.
There is so much talent out there you know....competition and the survival not of the fittest K Silem but survival of the most willing to endure.
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