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Ritual and Chance

Samhain                                                                 Thanksgiving Moon

Ritual purification proceeding according to the rules set down in the book of codes, an ancient text hidden deep beneath the skyscraper headquarters of Insurance Company. The plan is working.

We’re into the next to last week of ModPo now, the poets of chance.  These poets push further away from authorial authority, even from the Steinian modernism and the Beat emphasis on automatic writing.  John Cage, familiar to many through his musical compositions, plays an important role in contemporary poetry, too.  He and Jackson Mac Low are the two poets of this bent I’ve studied so far.

(John Cage)

The key move among these poets is a deterministic method of creating poetry that removes the creative act from writing, putting it instead in the creation of various methods for choosing words, texts, lines.  An example is a third poet whom I studied in another section, Bernadette Mayer.  She has rules for creating new poetry out of old.  Pick a poem, any poem, and, say, take out all the prepositions.  Or, all the words beginning with a.  Perhaps removing every third letter or every third line.  Then, there is a new piece, based on what Cage called a seed text, or an oracle text, one that served as the material from which the method would create a new work.

The term oracle text comes from Cage’s fascination with the methodology of the I Ching, the Chinese taoist Book of Changes.  By casting straws the user of the I Ching can determine which of 64 hexagrams apply to a particular situation.  Cage adapted the notion of a method like casting straws to his creation of poetry in a manner resembling Mayers.

Here is a portion of Mac Low’s “Feather Likeness of the Justice Chair” created by applying a rigorous method to Gertrude Stein’s famous “Tender Buttons.”  Below it is the method he used.  Still not sure about this myself.

Pedestrianism showed itself triumphant and disagreeable.
That which was hidden worried them.
They asked that her speech be repeated.
Summer light bears a likeness to justice.
Then the light is supposing attention.
That section has a resemblance to light.
Is it a likeness of the justice chair?

 

Author’s Note:
Eight strophes initially drawing upon the whole text of Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons.
I sent the entire text through DIASTEX5 (Charles O. Hartman’s 1994 update of DIASTEXT [1989],
his automation of one of my diastic text-selection procedures [1963], using as a seed text
the fifty-third paragraph of the book (exclusive of titles, etc), which begins, “A fact
is that when any direction is just like that, . . .” I selected the paragraph by random-digit
chance operations using the RAND Corporation’s table A Million Random Digits with 100,000 Normal
Deviates. (The Free Press, 1955).

My source and seed texts came from the first edition of Tender Buttons, issued by Donald Evan’s
publishing house Claire Marie (1914), as posted online in The Bartleby Archive (1995) and The New
Bartleby Library (1999), both edited by Steven van Leeuwen, with editorial contributions by Gordon
Dahlquist. However, I incorporated in my file of Tender Buttons fourteen corrections written
in ink in Stein’s hand, which Ulla E. Dydo found in Donald Sutherland’s copy of this edition,
now owned by the Special Collections of the University of Colorado at Boulder.

I “mined” the program’s output for words which I included in 117 sentences (several elliptical
and each one a verse line) by changes and/or additions of suffixes, pronouns, structure
words, forms of “to be,” etc. and changes of word order. Initially, in making these sentences,
I placed lexical words’ root morphemes near others that were near them in the raw output–in fact
I included many phrases, and even whole verse lines, of unedited, though punctuated, ouput,
mostly in early strophes–but I was able to do this less and less in the course of writing the poem.

While composing the 117 verse-line sentences, I divided them into eight strophes that
successively comprise numbers of sentences corresponding to the prime-number sequence
2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19.

New York: 20 September 1999

 

 

The Wall

Samhain                                                              New (Thanksgiving) Moon

Hit a mental wall yesterday.  Could. Not. Do. One more MOOC or Latin related thing. Brain was not interested.  In the AM  we completed the last of the garden chores for the season and I went downstairs to work on Ovid.  Nope.  Then turned on ModPo and, for the first time since both MOOCs started I did not complete a week’s work on time.  So this week I have to finish week 9 and do all of Week 10.

Doable because I no longer have Modern and Post Modern, but I don’t like to be behind.  I’ll catch up today or tomorrow.  At the same the new Latin learning style Greg recommended is, again, doable, but it takes more time.  For now.  The combination of the ending of Modern/Post Modern, the assessments due in ModPo, the home work Kate and I did to get ready for the Samhain bonfire and the bonfire itself, coupled with the changed Latin working style short circuited me.  Or threw an internal G.F.I.

Then, there is, too, the G.D. time switch.  I’m a naked, blanket, no prisoners opponent of messing with time.  Leave it on standard time and damn the consequences.

As I write this, I realize I’m not much further along today.  Need some more rest.  On the other hand, feeling tired means I’ve been active and that’s how I want to be.

There is, though, one more flaw in this ointment.  I started my low fiber diet yesterday, clear liquids starting at 11:45 pm tonight.  Then that fun couple of hours with a Powerade Miralax punch.  Those of you over 50 almost certainly know this routine.

As I read the rules for this procedure, it reminded me of ascetics who would undergo elaborate rites of purification before entering the temple to commune with their gods.  In this case the god will appear in white armed with a long, skinny camera.  He, not me, will be going deep inside myself, gaining self-knowledge for me and recording it with a camera. It’s better than meditation! Gastroenterologist be with me now and in the time of my procedure.  So help me Galen.

 

 

Clarity

Fall                                                             Samhain Moon

Eye doc today said I had aniscoria.  Unequal pupils.  It means, in this instance, that my eyes don’t work together too well while reading, causing the type to float a bit, creating stress when I read a regular book rather than my kindle.  On my kindle I can adjust the size of the type to compensate.  Not been a problem until recently though the aniscoria is longstanding.  So, a pair of reading glasses.  Necessary because my eyes no longer adjust for each others differences.  And they used to.  I’m looking forward to clear reading.

I go to an ophthalmologist twice a year due to an unusual retinal nerve.  Each time one of them looks in my eye they go, “Oh, my. Let’s see how this looked last time.” Always the same.  So far.  For over 25 years.

These bi-annual or so visits, next week’s the dentist, the first week of November a colonoscopy, some people see as a nuisance.  I see these routines in the same way I see preventive maintenance on the car.  See a problem ahead of time and it’s easier to fix.  I can’t say I like them or dislike them.  They’re like eating your peas.

(Will Eisner)

Most of us have some quirk here or there that requires professional attention.  We’re not clones and each of us is unique.  A former internist said we were, to a certain extent, all black boxes.  That is, our personal version of humanity deviates to a greater or lesser degree from the norm.  Most of the time I’m happier with greater.  In these matters though…

Dog Leak Source Found. Medical Positives.

Lughnasa                                                            Honey Moon

I believe I found the egress. (see post below)  Wired it up.  I walked the whole perimeter, about half a mile, checking the bottom of the chain link fence for sign.  These include scuffed earth, bent or snapped off twigs or plant stalks, areas where the earth has been scratched.  Then, like the cowboys of old, I take out my wire cutters and my almost depleted roll of baling wire and anchor the fence to something solid.  The good old empirical method will tell whether or not I was successful.  Dogs in perennial beds.  No. Dogs in back.  Yes.

Also, forgot to mention here the good news about my shoulder.  After six months of sleep disturbing and task disrupting pain, my physical therapy has eliminated almost all the pain.  I would say I’m 95% back to normal.  The p.t. was monotonous and frequent, but over time it pulled me back to good health.  Worth it.  Much better than meds.

In addition, as far as medical good news goes, as some of you know, I’ve mostly cut out carbs, lost 16 pounds and upped my consumption of fruits and vegetables.  Just like your Mom was supposed to have told you, although I don’t remember those lessons from my Mom.  My new doctor did an A1c test which measures average blood sugar over a three month period and mine was in the normal range.  Barely, but it was there.  I’m convinced that the change in eating pattern walked me back from prediabetes.  I’ll stick with the new eating paradigm, healthier anyway.

One more piece of good news in the A1c’s trail.  My cholesterol numbers stayed in excellent ranges in spite of the fact that I’ve increased my carnivorous activity.  That’s all the good news that’s fit to print.

Midwest Grimoires

Lughnasa                                                                  Honey Moon

Finished spraying.  As the crops come in, the amount of spray needed diminishes.  Today I really only needed the reproductive spray because the remaining vegetables are mostly in that category:  tomatoes, ground cherries, egg plants, cucumbers, peppers, carrots. Granted there are a few beets, some chard and the leeks yet to harvest but they seem substantial already.  They also benefit from the showtime, nutrient drenches and the enthuse that I will spray on Saturday morning.

Kate roasted the broccoli and froze it.  She’s also making pickles today, cucumber and onion.  She’s in back to the land, earth mother mode and has been for several weeks.  She consults her canning, pickling, drying, freezing books like grimoires from calico clad wise women of the rural Midwest.  And does likewise, tweaking the recipes when she wants.

Various

Lughnasa                                                                    Honey Moon

Got my second pneuma-vax since I got one before age 65.  That was fun.

Loki’s Children has begun to occupy front space in my mind, turning to it in the morning now when I’m at my best.  Work in the garden early, while it’s still moderately cool, then inside for the a.m.

After Missing has gone through its final paces with beta readers and Robert Kleim, I’ll begin seeking agents.  In fact I plan to develop a list this week, so I’ll be ready when a final draft is.

Two things to do this week in addition to others:  1.  Make candles.  2. Finally install our CD changer that we filled up a couple of months ago.

A New Doctor

Lughnasa                                                               Honey Moon

“Feels like I’m getting married before the wife is in the ground,” I told Kate at Hell’s Kitchen.  I always eat at Hell’s Kitchen after visits to my primary care doc in the Allina Clinic in the Medical Building in downtown Minneapolis.

(Hell’s Kitchen decor)

Today I had a consultation with Dr. Massie, an establishing care visit they call it.  My previous doctor, Tom Davis, was still working just down the hall, but, as the receptionist said, “You know Dr. Davis will not be with us anymore?”  I did.

Not sure why but I’ve always felt it important to have a primary care doc and get annual physicals; the third phase only reinforces that feeling.  If I don’t have a doctor, one who knows me, I feel uncovered, sort of naked.  So I wanted to find a new doctor even before Tom left the building.  But not much before.  His last day is August 30.

Dr. Massie will be my first woman doctor, except, as Kate pointed out, “The one you’re sleeping with.”  Dr. Massie is quick, easy with information and question answering, and personable.  Also, she’s young.  No retiring on me.  Although, I thought the same about Charlie Petersen and he pulled up stakes and moved to Colorado.  You never know.

 

It’s not you

8/10/2013  Lughnasa                                                 State Fair Moon

Chainsaw man appeared today, cutting whole ash trees into firewood size chunks and moving limbs long distances.  When this gets back on Ancientrails, I’ll show you the Back IMAG0739to the Future safety goggles I bought.  German.

So.  In order.  My physician got sanctioned by the state medical board for over prescribing pain killers.  So, I then went to my next physician who, after a couple of years or so left to become medical director of an hmo.  Found Charlie Petersen, who was my physician for many years until he and his wife moved to Steamboat Springs, Colorado to live the horse and skiing life.  He recommended Tom Davis whom I’ve now seen for some years.  From whom I just got a letter saying he’s retiring.  Is it me?  They all say it’s me, not you, but I’m beginning to wonder.  Except for that first guy.

 

Morning in the Garden

Summer                                                                     Moon of the Firsts Harvests

Still weary today.  Not sure why unless it’s the torpor I described yesterday, a collecting of tensions released, then a sag.  Maybe.

Out this morning encouraging the reproductively focused like tomatoes and peppers to do their best and the vegetatively focused like cabbage and beets to do their best.  I always have some spray left over so I then continue on to lilies, begonias, clematis, geraniums and hosta, ferns, hyacinths, bugbane.  Doesn’t take long and the results so far look good.  Lots of fruits, roots and few insects.

In the early morning the dew remains on the plants, water rolls off the rubberized sole of my boots, leaking in a bit.  My jeans soak up dew at thigh level when pressing through bushes like the gooseberries to get to other plants.  The rest of me though is dry.  The dewpoint a pleasant 57, the temperature 60.

Lilies, Leeks and Lumber

Summer                                                       First Harvest Moon

Today, again, harvesting trees.  This time black locust, a thorny tree that grows fast and germinates easily.  In olden days fence posts, foundation posts, anything requiring a sturdy rot-resistant wood were common uses of the black locust.  This tree will get used as firewood for the great Woolly ingathering here on Monday.

Other hardwood trees like oak, in particular, but ash and maple and others as well, require a year or two of drying to get their moisture content below 20%.  Black locust is a low moisture wood even when it’s alive.

In felling this tree my directional cut was at a slight angle and the tree came down on our vegetable garden fence.  But.  Fortuna was with me.  The main branch that hit the fence landed right on top of a fence post, square cedar. It didn’t mind at all.  May have sunk a bit lower in the earth. A slight dent in the gate where a smaller top branch made impact, otherwise, the fence came through fine.  Whew.  Felling trees is art as well as science and I mishandled this one.

Early this morning I sprayed Enthuse, a product to generally spiff plants, give them an energy boost.  That was over all the vegetables and the blooming lilies.  The lilies are my favorite flowers by far and almost all of the varieties that I have I purchased at the North Star lily sale last spring.  These are lilies grown here, hardy for our winters.  Here are pictures of the current state of the gardens and preparations for the Woolly homecoming.