Marjorie Perloff
Four days, four challenging days, four capturing days.
Modernism, Avant-Garde, Conceptual Art, Poetry.
UBU, Pataphysics, Romanticism, Tragedy.
Chaplin's DICTATOR and A......
Tender Buttons
I met Marjorie Perloff at her Hotel (Binnenhof) at 7:40. I sat looking at her have her breakfast. Train Station: no time to buy a ticket, first class or second class? that's the question.
I noticed that she was a bit anxious to see Peter Bürger: "I haven't seen him but heard he speaks in British accent..."
Peter Nicholles (Sussex), Sheunemann (Edinburgh), Richard Murphy (Sussex), Peter Bürger (Bremen), Van den Berg (Groningen), Tania (Copenhagen), Benedik (Island), Perloff (Stanford), they all challenged to prove avant-garde is dead/alive. A friend said, they want to have high class aristocratic bourgeois chat and we must pay for it! :)
Tomorrow is again a new year coming to us, it's funny I see nothing new in it.
then the two birthdays...
what a life,
then he said 'I'm tired I'll have to leave you here.' he is JS
he was angry again, nervous, and again blurted some of his impulsive balderdash = he doesn't know what chert&pert is. he is callow but still has time if he can use it, but I see that he is dumping it, he is jealous? Bert said no, Fred said yes. he doesn't understand the impact of the moment yet he is aclaiming
a novel is the epic in a godless world
in the room women come and go
talking of michaelangelo
Murphy said he would read my words on reality and fictionality, I told him about sickness of art and anti-bourgeoisness tone in THE LINE OF BEAUTY
she said Coetzee's Disgrace... Lucy keeps the child because she wants to command her own life, to manage it without a force without a push.
chinese, persian, hu.... and still 30 no america back london
I said goodbye in my heart but I am no Lanark, there is nothing between a yes and a no, it's gray area of conservative life, not my cup of tea, no hope no hope no peps no hope
I told her I don't believe in miracles and I must carry the burden in a lonely godless world, and it's damn hard, terribly discouraging and yet it's very real. who knows what?
Modernism, Avant-Garde, Conceptual Art, Poetry.
UBU, Pataphysics, Romanticism, Tragedy.
Chaplin's DICTATOR and A......
Tender Buttons
I met Marjorie Perloff at her Hotel (Binnenhof) at 7:40. I sat looking at her have her breakfast. Train Station: no time to buy a ticket, first class or second class? that's the question.
I noticed that she was a bit anxious to see Peter Bürger: "I haven't seen him but heard he speaks in British accent..."
Peter Nicholles (Sussex), Sheunemann (Edinburgh), Richard Murphy (Sussex), Peter Bürger (Bremen), Van den Berg (Groningen), Tania (Copenhagen), Benedik (Island), Perloff (Stanford), they all challenged to prove avant-garde is dead/alive. A friend said, they want to have high class aristocratic bourgeois chat and we must pay for it! :)
Tomorrow is again a new year coming to us, it's funny I see nothing new in it.
then the two birthdays...
what a life,
then he said 'I'm tired I'll have to leave you here.' he is JS
he was angry again, nervous, and again blurted some of his impulsive balderdash = he doesn't know what chert&pert is. he is callow but still has time if he can use it, but I see that he is dumping it, he is jealous? Bert said no, Fred said yes. he doesn't understand the impact of the moment yet he is aclaiming
a novel is the epic in a godless world
in the room women come and go
talking of michaelangelo
Murphy said he would read my words on reality and fictionality, I told him about sickness of art and anti-bourgeoisness tone in THE LINE OF BEAUTY
she said Coetzee's Disgrace... Lucy keeps the child because she wants to command her own life, to manage it without a force without a push.
chinese, persian, hu.... and still 30 no america back london
I said goodbye in my heart but I am no Lanark, there is nothing between a yes and a no, it's gray area of conservative life, not my cup of tea, no hope no hope no peps no hope
I told her I don't believe in miracles and I must carry the burden in a lonely godless world, and it's damn hard, terribly discouraging and yet it's very real. who knows what?
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