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Dutch Harbor, Alaska

WolfLarsen

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DUTCH HARBOR, ALASKA
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You watch as thousands of ceiling people begin cutting your body up into dinner pieces (like the thunderstorm inside your living room)? So you write disintegrating sculptures obsessing on the page, it’s like a thousand splintering-avalanching-canneries drinking your body every second…
Each word is a hungry knife disordering the English language, each word is a spontaneous grave digger, every phrase is a cemetery waiting for my readers
Every moment is dread, every white molecule is exhaustion and regret - the shrieking canneries alive under a crashing galaxy fighting with the mountains and clouds, every night is a huge black lushness surrounded by incest, ignorance is a constant tidal wave poised over the small ridiculous town - every mirror is timeless despair, every day is ruin

So I begin this poem by eating the kitchen sink and drinking alarm clocks, so I begin the poem inside your convulsing memories. . . sculptures?

Copyright 2004 by Wolf Larsen


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^ heh.
Wolf Larsen, time to update your avatar pic, buddy.
More to the point, 'I begin the poem inside your convulsing memories' ain't so bad, the rest comes across as conceited gobbledegook.
 
Hello Peder: Have been reading the posts in reply to Wolf's poetry and see that you like it. Just out of curiosity and perhaps to point out what it is that I'm missing, would you tell me what it is that you liked about it? If you would prefer not to then that's fine but I'm interested in other people's opinions especially when they are quite different from my own. Thanks - canuck :)
 
Hello Peder: Have been reading the posts in reply to Wolf's poetry and see that you like it. Just out of curiosity and perhaps to point out what it is that I'm missing, would you tell me what it is that you liked about it? If you would prefer not to then that's fine but I'm interested in other people's opinions especially when they are quite different from my own. Thanks - canuck :)
I see it as an experimental attempt to get beyond the usual comfort zones of what we ordinarily encounter in our reading. That seems to be the goal of much contemporary poetry (and novel-writing) and I have seen many poetic narratives where meaning and structure are hard to discern. They are intellectually stimulating and challenging when it comes to trying to distill meaning and figure out what the author's intent was -- there may be none. After which one might conclude that it wasn't worth the effort, or that it was. Consider Rembrandt, Picasso and Jackson Pollock. Is only one of them an artist and worth looking at?
More specifically, I like the opening point of view and the world as seen from creatures beneath the sea. I like many of the individual lines and images. I like the unusual word choices. And it is not so hard to follow, after all. At the least it uses conventional English syntax to produce surprising effect. So, it can be read.
On second reading, I like it even more.

PS: Unusual styles of writing go back quite far. I understand that most, if not all, modern attempts to break the mould of story-telling can be found long ago in Laurence Sterne's Tristram Shandy, long before Joyce, let's say, and Finnegans Wake. So breaking the mould is not an easy thing to do and I applaud it when I see it.

Hope that helps
Peder
 
Further PS: Canuck, you don't have to see it the way I do. That's just my personal reaction and tastes differ.
Cheers
:flowers:
 
Hello Peder: Thanks for responding and for your point of view. I guess what I was reading was outside my comfort zone and maybe I'm just too used to reading what I can understand. Thanks anyway - you did put a new perspective on it for me. m :)
 
I like experimental. I've been reading Wolf's writing for as long as I've been a member here, experimental isn't the term I would use. Its repetitive more than anything else.
Just opining and not being disrespectful, after all, for supposed anti-artists criticism doesn't mean anything anyway.

Wolf, if you're planning on the performance/recitation route, I'd suggest looking up Shane Koyczan on youtube, just for tips on ease of manner and what not.
 
I see it as an experimental attempt to get beyond the usual comfort zones of what we ordinarily encounter in our reading. That seems to be the goal of much contemporary poetry (and novel-writing) and I have seen many poetic narratives where meaning and structure are hard to discern. They are intellectually stimulating and challenging when it comes to trying to distill meaning and figure out what the author's intent was -- there may be none. After which one might conclude that it wasn't worth the effort, or that it was. Consider Rembrandt, Picasso and Jackson Pollock. Is only one of them an artist and worth looking at?
More specifically, I like the opening point of view and the world as seen from creatures beneath the sea. I like many of the individual lines and images. I like the unusual word choices. And it is not so hard to follow, after all. At the least it uses conventional English syntax to produce surprising effect. So, it can be read.
On second reading, I like it even more.

PS: Unusual styles of writing go back quite far. I understand that most, if not all, modern attempts to break the mould of story-telling can be found long ago in Laurence Sterne's Tristram Shandy, long before Joyce, let's say, and Finnegans Wake. So breaking the mould is not an easy thing to do and I applaud it when I see it.

Somebody understands! Thank you Peder.

Yipppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Anyway, the moment that one's writing or music or painting or sculpture becomes respectable and comfortable to the conventionally-minded is when that artist is no longer creating unique art or literature.
Some conventionally-minded critics (not all) even revert to censorship. NOTHING has changed since the days of D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterly's Lover.
 
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