tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.comments2019-09-23T14:10:15.009-07:00Blandiloquentrmuttshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-14918374682927637062019-09-23T13:00:50.474-07:002019-09-23T13:00:50.474-07:00Great essay, Robert.
Great essay, Robert. <br />John Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07873070309448793816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-85295198988129449602018-04-03T12:20:26.097-07:002018-04-03T12:20:26.097-07:00Very wonderful, carpet ride, a spin where the sad ...Very wonderful, carpet ride, a spin where the sad laugh on my sleeve, for once, seemed really funny. Thanks for that. BritaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-69704468972318373962018-01-20T01:48:00.259-08:002018-01-20T01:48:00.259-08:00I came, I saw, I fluttered about a bit...& was...I came, I saw, I fluttered about a bit...& was off!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-79289989649080231402016-09-02T07:47:28.211-07:002016-09-02T07:47:28.211-07:00A time of space in brother's woods, entangles ...A time of space in brother's woods, entangles new the flowers.<br />Fresh of breath and time of day,<br />Interstices willow. <br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-67676387825322667352016-08-21T18:57:57.533-07:002016-08-21T18:57:57.533-07:00I much admire this poem. Obliged.I much admire this poem. Obliged.Daniel Imburgiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04011159253204822220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-82226672923918667162013-08-20T23:16:06.595-07:002013-08-20T23:16:06.595-07:00Awesome!Awesome!Celestehttp://bestellipticalsmachine.us/2013/08/14/use-the-elliptical-to-lose-weight/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-65839292674506540592013-07-05T22:52:03.877-07:002013-07-05T22:52:03.877-07:00There was a lost democracy at the pound yesterday....There was a lost democracy at the pound yesterday. I think it's name was Stalin. I think the fireworks gave it a panic. That's fascinating information about the word 'spleen.' John Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07873070309448793816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-60843505487132800292012-08-09T07:31:38.091-07:002012-08-09T07:31:38.091-07:00Much like your poetry in general, Robert, I find g...Much like your poetry in general, Robert, I find going through these pieces much like entering a labyrinth and not being able to completely understand the nature of my walled surroundings. It's a pleasure, however, to anticipate the mystery of every piece. I have no concern for <b>content</b> in a world of distant echoes.Gregory Bemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02554655407334513697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-4798839997501235082012-08-08T21:08:05.049-07:002012-08-08T21:08:05.049-07:00Collaboration with a poet solves the text in visua...Collaboration with a poet solves the text in visual art problem. <br /><br />These poems evoke moods and I want to savor them. Decoding the prints does slow me down- but do I still get the same effect?P.E. McKeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12149641882637906603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-3715475712810840632012-08-08T21:04:26.176-07:002012-08-08T21:04:26.176-07:00Nice solution to the problem of text in visual art...Nice solution to the problem of text in visual art: collaborate with a poet. <br />I always feel kind of strange reading a framed work in a gallery. But I'm less self conscious about explanatory wall text.<br />The poems by themselves evoke moods. Decifering them from the prints makes reading slower. But I'm not sure if this helps me savor the words.P.E. McKeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12149641882637906603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-86536845930585984012012-05-17T10:26:41.833-07:002012-05-17T10:26:41.833-07:00Each poetic decision is an incision in the membran...Each poetic decision is an incision in the membrane of a shared language. The rapture occurs when it is sewn back up. This is why it is called "artery."John Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07873070309448793816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-54409027853424127012012-05-02T11:20:42.343-07:002012-05-02T11:20:42.343-07:00Cool. I really like this poem.Cool. I really like this poem.John Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07873070309448793816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-8978374821037327612012-03-29T03:33:46.751-07:002012-03-29T03:33:46.751-07:00Hello,
I found this blog entry most interesting. a...Hello,<br />I found this blog entry most interesting. a clear insight into the work of Stenger.I am a choreographer/researcher and a lot of what was being said about poetry was very relevant to the field of choreographic practices. you said you were trying to write an essay on visual poetry I would be interested to read it. However I wonder if there would not be a danger to prioritize the visual Noyale Colinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03847908751078594544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-86038874891077293482011-07-31T09:08:28.074-07:002011-07-31T09:08:28.074-07:00http://gregbem.com/wordpress/?p=4469http://gregbem.com/wordpress/?p=4469Gregory Bemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02554655407334513697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-6282049592519459612010-02-28T10:59:08.631-08:002010-02-28T10:59:08.631-08:00Mark -- not sure how to answer but your question m...Mark -- not sure how to answer but your question makes me think of Plato's notion of Idea (he invented that notion didn't he?). Per plato the idea is never ours, there's always that higher category generic set of qualities or whatever. A very old problem. But to try to more directly address your question, i think one can extrapolate all kinds of ideas from interaction with an object/rmuttshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15630142185394016536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-11437124956058499672010-02-27T15:43:39.581-08:002010-02-27T15:43:39.581-08:00Thanks for this post, Robert. I remain interested ...Thanks for this post, Robert. I remain interested in the relation between language and idea, thought and the question of believing in one's intelligence. Are ideas expressed in poetry possible only through the poem itself--that is, is there no idea that can be extrapolated from the poem other than what the poem itself says? This is for me related to the interesting question of whether, and inmark wallacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10047292022080114501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-17810768979452243482009-11-29T22:31:54.419-08:002009-11-29T22:31:54.419-08:00Amazing post-literary work, congratulations!Amazing post-literary work, congratulations!Constantin Severinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4577750899804537846.post-87799271307254830652009-10-07T12:32:16.177-07:002009-10-07T12:32:16.177-07:00This changes everything. The logic gates swing ope...This changes everything. The logic gates swing open, exciting our chins. I see tables of squash and a milky algebra. Public tubes, intriguing hats, and a feeling of eyes delicately catalogued in sparks. The portrait fidgets in garlic. Pushing it only makes the drawing engorge with gargoyles. Eating is more than bubbles, gluttony more than a private emphasis. Galvanization explains how the forks Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com