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A Telephone Dials a Crowd: Brooklyn Weekend Readings

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

Another September weekend extended its hand of literary appreciation the Brooklyn way. Autumn is shaping up to be anchovy-packed with these events of vivid poetry, enlivening fiction, and on-the-spot conceptualized performances. There are twenty to thirty plus readings yet to occur in Brooklyn and Manhattan by the end of the month—September attentiveness required.

Friday night was the release party for the inaugural issue of Telephone, a palm-sized seasonally released magazine devoted to the multiple translations of a solitary poet. A true myriad. The schematic of the framework for Telephone follows the notions of the children’s game where an initial phrase whispered into a neighbor’s ear gets almost Dadaistically turned around into its nonsensical opposite.

The editors of Telephone, Sharmila Cohen and Paul Legault claim: “Things are misheard. Things change. That’s the point.”  They also say that they want to “bask in the general shiftiness of translation.” That’s exactly what happened at 177 Livingston Street in downtown Brooklyn on Friday night. The space is, in part (there are two other hosting groups), organized and curated by Triple Canopy in a 5,000 square foot warehouse that moderates numerous events—artist talks, lectures, musical performances, film screenings, classes, etc. They also have a pretty great library.

For this particular performance, Telephone organized an incredible consortium of readers to verbally present the majority of Issue 1. As well, an actual game of telephone went around the room of upwards to 70 or 80 people. To paraphrase (the only way to go about it), the opening line of the game, inaudibly whispered by Mary Jo Bang and ending some eighty or so ears later, had the word “German” in it. The process of the game, by the end, somehow altered that to “Russian”.

This first issue focused on translating some of the work of the poet Uljana Wolf.  The order of Friday night’s readers were as follows:

For: bad-bald-bet/t-brief

Uljana Wolf

Mary Jo Bang

John Gallaher (called in on his phone, ed. Paul Legault verbally stenographed)

Eugene Ostashevsky

For:  last-lied-list-log-lump

Uljana Wolf

Susan Bernofsky

Macgregor Card

John Gallaher (called in on his phone, ed. Paul Legault verbally stenographed)

For:  understand-under stand

Uljana Wolf

Christian Hawkey

Eugene Ostashevsky

Nathaniel Otting

For:  well e-wink-wink-wink el

Uljana Wolf

Priscilla Becker

Megan Ewing

Robert Fitterman (as conceptually enacted by ed. Sharmila Cohen)

For: zet-zoo-zu

Uljana Wolf

Priscilla Becker

Susan Bernofsky

Robert Fitterman (as conceptually enacted by ed. Sharmila Cohen)

Saturday night brought the opening of the Fall season—in its nearly two-year-run—of the Crowd Reading Series, curated by Douglas Piccinnini. Crowd has hosted innumerable established and up-and-coming poets since February of 2009, calling themselves “a community-based project that connects artists, performers and writers.”

Each Crowd reading is held in the Morgantown area (as is oft-referred by the locals) of Bushwick at Café Orwell on Varet. Café Orwell, a coffeehouse with unique food items on its menu, occasionally hosts music and performance but has been the space for Crowd since their inception. The café opened in December of 2008 and, notably, serves Stumptown coffee. Various artists’ work hangs on the walls in traditional café-style. They, as well, have a horde of books all stacked in the back of the café where a foot-or-so-tall stage lays.

Folks in the audience were certainly not disappointed by the handpicked poets and sole fiction reader that read; however, a slight bit of disenchantment spread when the rumor that there was to be no beer served came true. Café Orwell (good news!) is, nonetheless, anticipating a liquor license soon. The next Crowd reading could get a bit livelier. Otherwise, think flask.

Four authors shared the stage, each reading multiple pieces, averaging out at ten to fifteen minutes per reader. They are listed in chronological order below:

Niina Pollari (poetry)

Lauren Spohrer (fiction)

BREAK

Sara Wintz (poetry)

Michael Scharf (poetry)

Ken L. Walker


spotlight: Robert Fitterman

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

Interview by Ken L. Walker

robert fittermanMany people seem at a loss for what exactly to “call” the state and various creations within the current of American poetry.  Robert Fitterman (along with Vanessa Place) has harvested a project called Notes On Conceptualisms which provides twelve general principles in regards to Conceptual Poetry and what its attempts and executions are.  The book is delightfully humorous, perceptively aware and fairly informing.  NoC begins at the point of “allegory,” discerning allegorical writing from symbolic writing, testifying that “Conceptual writing is allegorical writing.”

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Do you own a “Pavlovian dinner bell?” If so, do you use it?

No, but I do have a dinner bell—figuratively, metaphorically and allegorically.        

Was it a pre-meditated decision to make the book so delightfully funny or did it come out accidentally, arbitrarily?

Is it funny? Seriously?

I’m glad you find it funny. I think it’s funny. I know a lot of people don’t find it funny. I think Vanessa is funny, but her writing is generally not funny. She probably thinks I’m funny. We thought parts of the book were funny as an afterthought and we made parts of the book funny beforehand.

The book tries to straddle a space where the ideas can be presented artfully and playfully and… like my father says: “between a hard rock and whatever.” It’s not a straight-up scholarly book and it’s not a straight-up institutional critique of a scholarly book. What is pre-mediated, then, is a conceptual gesture towards both.

Recently, Vanessa and I made an impromptu film that pokes fun of Notes on Conceptualisms. It’s titled: “Notes on Conceptualisms: eastcoast/westcoast” and it rips the 1969 Smithson & Holt film titled “East coast West coast.” Below are the links to both of them:

http://www.ubu.com/film/smithson_east.html
http://ubu.com/film/fitterman_conceptualisms.html

What are your top five favorite bands/musicians? (off the top of your head…)

In the mid-90s, the lovely and brilliant poet Kim Rosenfield interviewed Jackson Mac Low for SHINY magazine, and she asked Jackson what his favorite color was. Jackson’s answer: “I don’t pick favorites.” My taste is broad and indelicate.

What are your top five favorite films?  (off the top of your skull…)

1. Avatar PG-13                                               

            12:45, 4:15, 7:45, 10:50  

2. Avatar 3D PG-13 3D

            12:00, 3:30, 6:55, 10:25

3. Did You Hear About the Morgans? PG-13           

            12:20, 2:50, 5:20, 7:50, 10:20  

4. Fantastic Mr. Fox PG                                            

            12:30, 2:40, 4:55, 7:00, 9:15

5. Ninja Assassin R                                                     

            12:55, 3:20, 5:45, 8:10, 10:40

Is it “allegory” that is the central/thesis factor regarding Conceptualisms? Or is “allegory” the centrifugal factor?

Vanessa writes that “allegory is, by nature, centrifugal.” As such, the term does begin and end the Conceptualisms essay. But it isn’t intended to be a central thesis to the essay—there is none. The essay is more exploration than assertion. The nice thing, though, about kicking it off with allegory is that the term is comfortable to writers, especially, as we try to distinguish conceptual writing from conceptual art. To paraphrase Steve Zultanski’s straight-forward definition: in conceptual writing, the most “poetic” or artful element might not be the text itself. That “might not be” extends our traditional thinking about allegory to include a post-Duchampean relationship to allegory.

Do NON-allegorical writers utilize/make use of the “full array of possibilities?” How would that work?

Firstly, I don’t see “allegory” and “conceptual” as synonymous. There are many poets working with allegory in different ways, and in dialogue with different lineages. Matvei Yankelevich’s new book, Boris By The Sea, is an allegorical fable of sorts, but I don’t think he would consider it a text of conceptual writing. If you mean non-conceptual writers, I would say that leads to an unnecessary bifurcation. The range of conceptual possibilities is very much in flux, and part of our effort with the book is to encourage the strategic “possibilities” of this spectrum. I think there’s a misconception that materiality is on one end and conceptualism is on the other… I think this is a mistake. In Conceptual Art of the 60s, there was a clearly stated objective that ideas should take precedence over materiality. Conceptual writing retains some of that spirit, but without the hierarchal claim. Why? Conceptual writers are not reacting to commodification in the art market, but to the inundation of text that floods our lives. Conceptual writing strategies—especially appropriation, durational texts, archiving, researching, etc.—speak to these concerns. Traditional verse, of course, might address these concerns via content, but without the formal strategy that mimics our rapidly changing relationship to technology and the written word.

What percentage of currently-working poets would you estimate write/operate conceptually?

I don’t think it matters… but I’ll answer the question anyway. Poets are a tiny piece of the culture-making pie, and progressive/innovative poets make up an even smaller unit, so you can see where I’m going with this. Still, I would say that there are probably 40 or so poets around my age who would consider themselves “conceptual writers”. I’m excited about so many younger poets who would consider themselves to be coming out of this tradition, such as: Lawrence Giffin, Marie Buck, Kareem Estefan, Danny Snelson, Diana Hamilton, Patrick Lovelace, Eddie Hopely, Steve Zultanski, Brad Flis, and many others. Also, I was recently invited to a poetics conference in Norway, and there were several young writers from Scandinavia who consider themselves “conceptual writers”. So I guess it adds up.

But, here’s why I said it doesn’t matter… experimental poetry has a long shelf life. Even if the community is small, the conversation could be vital to the future of the art. In a way, the audience is always the future and the argument about accessibility is a red herring. Beyond the numbers, what’s crucial is to articulate, foster, and engage in a conversation that speaks to the dialogues of the day (and there may be many). The number of soldiers is not the point, as evidenced by The Objectivists or The Situationists.

If “failure” is “the goal” and editing appropriated material is “impure,” where does “success” fit in?

Failure for the writer means success for the reader. As we say in the essay: “failure in this sense acts as an assassination of mastery.” We have witnessed the “success” of an official verse culture poem, and the qualities that have been heralded by the creative writing workshop. In Notes, we write about failure as a way to violate the text from within with the hope that “this invites the reader to redress failure, hallucinate repair.” This relationship to failure is aligned to a position L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E writers usefully articulated—they sought to achieve this through broken syntax, while many conceptual writers use normative syntax (albeit often readymade) to the same end. 

If poets want to enter the arena of culture-makers, they might want to consider the dialogues that are happening in the culture around them and create works that speak to those conversations. In the other arts, the audience is especially active as part of this dialogue, and that’s where the “success” in failed art works is more inviting that the perfected or packaged art work that is recognizable as such. This “arena” is a place where radical ideas can be exchanged and one either believes there’s good in that or not. As such, the action is on the receiving end, and I say “action” because the more I think about “success” the more nauseous I start to feel. Doesn’t the whole success thang have a distinctively American feel to it? The editing of appropriated materials is not “impure” as I see it, but the term “impure” was what we used to describe a conceptual project that chooses to trip up its own making—more sampling and less readymade. In terms of LeWitt’s idea of conceptual art making—where the artist must not interfere with the preset idea—one might see this sort of editing as a rupture or impurity of that more rigid form of conceptualism. My own work tends to be more on the “impure” side of the equation, so I’m certainly not suggesting a hierarchy here, and I think that might be a problem with the term “impure” for some readers.

 

Do you, personally, think the Capitalist system will continue, as it has, to swallow “art” with its rhinoceros mouth? 

Yes.

As we claim in the essay, Capitalism has the capability to absorb even its own critique. Think of Citibank ads with line breaks or disjointed phrases. The most challenging conceptual writing, often critiqued as lazy or boring or unreadable, will probably be commodified down the road.  But, on some level, this is what appropriation of popular culture in poetry is all about. Here’s a quote we use from Buchloh: “The allegorical mind sides with object and protests against its devaluation to the status of a commodity by devaluating it for the second time…” Doesn’t this predict that very same Capitalist absorption where replication is a form of resistance?

“Hybrid” (in the sense of the newest Norton Anthology and informal discussions) seems kind of bullshit or made-up-out-of-thin-air for something particular yet hard to pin down with one thumb.  Your thoughts?

I agree that the term “hybrid” is too slippery or vague. For our essay, I wanted to borrow Tim Davis’s term “kinda conceptual” or use “muddy conceptual” but those terms didn’t seem quite right either. In other conversations, like the Norton Anthology cited above, doesn’t it refer to hybrid forms and genre-blurring? That’s a very different use of the term. In our essay, we use the term to mean part-appropriated, part-conceptual, part original text, etc.  We imagine a spectrum of conceptual writing strategies so that “hybrid” strategies could be seen as falling into that spectrum. In this way, “hybrid” has a fairly narrow or specific definition as it opposes the more “pure” or systematically prescribed pre-text strategies.

In visual art, Post-conceptualism and Appropriation Art are akin to this notion of the “hybrid” as we define it in the Notes essay. The conceptualism is more muddied and the procedures are more sloppy and interrupted (often by a re-emergent subjectivity).  I’m interested in the permissiveness of this muddy conceptual model and how it might echo more chaos.

I think the “Institutional Critique”/institutionalism section is quite possibly the most compelling and interesting part of the book. What are your thoughts of the MFA experience?  A friend and I, both with MFAs in poetry, joke about it being a fungi on the craft.

It is not surprising that poetry has not had very much Institutional Critique because we don’t have the same kind of institution that the art world has. Still there are several examples, ranging from Charles Bernstein’s poem Recantorium, to Gary Sullivan’s erasures of literary magazine rejection letters, to Rachel Zolf’s The Tolerance Project (a direct critique of the MFA experience where Zolf uses other poets’ material to compose workshop poems). Additionally, a lot of poets are using the performance space of the poetry reading as an Institutional Critique of the “Poetry Reading.”

fitterman quoteI think we’ve driven the “craft of poetry” into the ground. After all, Kraft is just bad cheese. I’m optimistic at my core, and rather than belabor the obvious about the moderate modernism of MFAs, I’m hoping that we’re starting to see a new breed of programs, where poets are treated like artist and culture-makers who are engaged with the most challenging ideas of our day. Otherwise, we’re stuck with our cultural exemption status and delegated to several more decades of greeting card relevance.

I’ve been working on re-crafting old, rather “useless” or “outdated” science books into love poems by a process of erasure, deletion, etc.  Constellation-making. Is this an example of conceptual-art-meets-poetry; what I mean is, are there processes that apply conceptually but do not execute conceptually?

For me, this is an example of conceptual writing, but you’d have to decide how much the erasure and appropriated source material is fore-grounded. In the Introduction to Notes, I begin by talking about erasure techniques because it is such a common practice of late and very much relevant to conceptual writing. The very act of erasure brings meaning to the piece, as well as the act of appropriating source texts. As a writer, one then has a whole range of choices as to how much one wants to point to these strategies. One might hide all of that and create a “successful” poem with no real trace of these strategies. As such, there isn’t much of a conceptual element there because the author is pulling us into the completed text. On the other hand, if the erasure and source texts are fore-grounded, then the reader has that concept or idea to work with as well. In this way the reader is pulled to ideas outside of the text. To repurpose or constellate devalued or “useless” language is a common strategy in conceptual writing, especially as it draws attention to this very process of repurposing.

To  repeat myself: ours is an age not of invention but inventory.

This too is allegorical.

In one word, why is a word an object?

“‘Ontology.’”

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[Interview conducted by e-mail in Nov/Dec 2009]

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Robert Fitterman is co-author (with Vanessa Place) of Notes on Conceptualisms.


Notes on Conceptualisms

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

by Robert Fitterman & Vanessa Place
Ugly Duckling Presse 2009
Reviewed by Ken L. Walker

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A Hard Rock and Whatever

noc coverOver a few beers at a Louisville microbrewery, a close friend and I recently tried to track the origin of a specific field of poetry.  Both he and I began going in different directions and ended at separate (metaphysical) destinations.  Rather sober critical-detectives.

Finding the origin of a thing can fetch a being’s understanding of that thing’s specific traits and qualities, whether it be the universe, consciousness, the Soul, Whitey, or art.  But, when readers and writers of poetry look at the origin of a movement and become riddled with confusion (i.e. Modernism), it is helpful to at least be placed at the center of the institutional tornado via that thing‘s philosophical foundation. 

Regarding the case of Conceptual Poetry, Craig Dworkin can help.  Dworkin wrote the introduction to the UBUWeb’s Anthology of Conceptual Writing in 2003, in which he declared that conceptual writing was

not so much writing in which the idea is more important than anything else as a writing in which the idea cannot be separated from the writing itself: in which the instance of writing is inextricably intertwined with the idea of Writing: the material practice of écriture.

Robert Fitterman and Vanessa Place act as origin-private-investigators (hired out by a mysterious woman at a cocktail party) in their new amusing and arrow-sharp work of theoretical appointment, Notes on Conceptualisms. The  book is as big as a battery, fits in a back or front pocket, then grows as large as a water cooler which later carves out its own private bay.  Concerned readers will be made to realize the importance of delegation, of allocating a mass of artists with an ideological background.  NoC rarely falls short in its attempt to do such things, whereas similar taglines (American Hybrid, “Experimental” poetry, etc.) do just that, tripping and falling face-first.

In the foreword, Fitterman says that the book is basically “a collection of notes, aphorisms, quotes and inquiries.”  Nothing particularly too heady.  More bourbon than scotch, more jug of wine than horizontally-stored bottle.  Later in the foreword, Fitterman, with endeavoring exactitude, says that “Conceptual Writing . . . might best be defined not by the strategies used but by the expectations of the readership or thinkership.”  The actual Notes section begins with the notion that “Conceptual Writing is allegorical writing” and runs through impressions and precepts of:  failure being a goal, capitalism being a message that equally consumes its own self (even this book review), the institutional framework that stilts writing/the writing world, and, the “possibility of possibility.”  The attempt for destination not having destination rarely steers off course.  However, this book is not a work of symbolism; it is a work of layers, the sedimentary deposit type, not the cake kind.

The emphasis on “thinkership” may throw you off, in the same way that a daunting Philosophy course might.  But, fear not fools, you will be allowed to stay an idiot if that be your fancy.  This is theory, but fun theory — though there are plenty of multi-tiered-ideological sandwich bags to unzip, offering a Lacanian (slightly through Alain Badiou), post-Marxist conflict theory (via Benjamin Buchloch, Walter Benjamin, Slavoj Zizek, Theodor Adorno, etc.) view of art and the art-world (two separate things, keep in mind), all in the cold vein of Ludwig Wittgenstein.  The only problem with the project is how closely wed it stays to the project.  I mean to say that NoC is unrelenting in its perpetual task to stay conceptual, that plain-speak is layered, allegorical and witty, rather than plain-speak for the layman only.  As well, the only other possible impasse is that the book provides a serious non-background to something as serious as Conceptual writing.  The gloss-over is brief and the glossary lists Fitterman’s and Place’s colleagues and friends as other Conceptual writers to read for fill-in knowledge.  But the book is steeped in a sort-of fuck-you-humility which never appears to be ironic; there is even a  breakdown of the overall institutionalism of writing.

Movements in art and writing used to possess a reality while also responding to it.  Romanticism, followed by Modernism act as the umbrellas for Imagism, Objectivism, surrealism, Dada, etc.  In the times of those specific movements, writers (especially poets) embroidered exclusively-concocted flags for each movement (Tzara, Marinetti, Pound, Williams, Loy, etc.), perhaps flags on fire, but flags nevertheless.  Toilets hung on bureaucratic white walls and plums were stolen from refrigerators.  However, Christian Bok is not necessarily OuLiPo’s flag-carrier; neither is Kenneth Goldsmith or Craig Dworkin for Conceptual writing, though Goldsmith wrote a book (Day) longer than a dictionary of word origins while simultaneously calling his work (Conceptual, mind you) derivative and unimaginative, unoriginal and illegible.  The dividing line now acts as a circle.  The token has been placed upside-down, the coin-slot painted over.

Granted, that is a bit harsh and extreme; but think further:  we have no great movement to possess in and of itself or for ourselves; and, we are hyper-ingested with instant heart-anesthetizing gratification.  Earthquakes and hurricanes equal phone-donations.  Knowing the whereabouts and body parts of the leviathan and doing anything about it (with tied-hands) before it’s too late is the difficult part.  So, we make art; some of us put on red gloves and hit capitalism straight in the gut, trying to knock it breathless.  Conceptual writers would not punch; they’d chop up the gloves putting single words on every boxing shard and would glue the subsequent pieces to a casket.

Art, like all social engagement, necessitates ideological and theoretical backing.  That backing becomes the liquid concrete with which to make manifesto into drivewayNoC does just this for the confusion that American poetry has been faced with since (quite possibly) the 1970s. 

I recently interviewed Fitterman and he claimed that part of the offense of the book was to place the book between a “hard rock and whatever,” which is also something his father used to frequently say. 

So, what’s a noise if only a few folks can hear it?  NoC would more than likely call that unheard noise a possibility.  The petite, wallet-sized book fits perfectly to that impulse that the tree, in fact, did fall in the forest.  And, you should go see where the hell it fell.

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