I tried, as a part of me interviewing brilliant poet Michael D. Main, to understand the inner workings of the Hinge theory. But as far as I can tell, the theorem being much to close to my own, there is nothing new under the sun. A montage derived from Spinozas whole-sale and the the closing circle of Derridian deconstruction. My drift? All things are one, not as one, but one. All parts recognize each other; all parts being the same – continued by the circle of deconstruction. Hence: the usual post-nihilist approach. In other words, I feel a great big correspondence with these chaps. But nevertheless, I still need something stronger. But there is nothing.
As the words of smith grow like viral virium of reading ranting recklessness during a essayesque-like catharsis from the one and one book since them and you willing to decraft my craft, the construct of t e x t and/what or the only being and yes he said yes, now for this – Page four – from the project of building a model for explanation, for me, and for the I. Hopefully, if there is time.
Got this – Post 26 – and is frigging happy about it. But be sure to check out the others as well, as this is very exciting, both as a project and through its removal of genre.
Claiming infame and fortuna? No, just writing a book because I had to. My first printed in English. It does not make me sad. It is a beautiful book. Paper shining. Eyes catching. Leaves leaving. This is a book about being rejected. From the book industry. Ironic – no – iconic.
Yes, there is a current undergoing, way, beneath. One of them is me translating one of the more exciting Swedish poets to English for you to the one time of me getting a poem accepted in an antology. This one spanning the corrupt politics of international waters and nonexistent equal justice for all concerned. That said, my next books to hit the persuasion-critics of the waters of e-darn would be a book about rejections. Rejections from literary magazines, funding, publishers and many more. It even holds a rejection from one of the co-authors. It i’ll be out in March or so – on Corrupt.
In the meantime … Yes, there is still snow; fire; the noise of Boy chiming and singing; pain of the gulliver and panic
Also, just say no to authorizing anything. Power is always corruption.
This is my attempt to, since to many of my other wordconsumers are non-other-than-english-reading, write a communication in the second language. This is it. For more thorough disinformation read the real deal: http://anatematisk.blogspot.com/. I will welcome you to the new year with a paper trail of persona and corpus interruptus. But first read the digital posts above, the thingies called pages for reinformation of my work in the English language the year of poetry will follow as the dragons tail of theories.