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Yet more poetry

In literature, Stream of Consciousness refers to a “narrative mode that seeks to portray an individual’s point of view by giving the written equivalent of the character’s thought processes, either in a loose interior monologue, or in connection to his … Continue reading

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Some more poems

Here are three more poems. They may (or may not) have something do with embodied consciousness or conscious embodiment. You be the judge. (Do I have to do all the work around here?). A Day at the Gate A loose … Continue reading

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Some poems (if you want to call them that)

The Meaning of Existence Everything except language knows the meaning of existence. Trees, planets, rivers, time know nothing else. They express it moment by moment as the universe. Even this fool of a body lives it in part, and would … Continue reading

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The poetics of stutter

Canadian poet Jordan Scott is a stutterer, one for whom the act of speaking is a minefield. Jordan’s blert consists of longer poems interspersed with short “Chomp Sets”, followed by a prose meditation:   ==========================================================================  “Having stuttered all of my life, … Continue reading

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The witness body

“Can one imagine the Holocaust without thinking about bodies? The graphic images of the slaughter are now etched in Western consciousness like the tattoos imprinted on the arms of inmates. Emaciated limbs, gaunt faces and hollow eyes stare out at … Continue reading

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The epicene body

Epicene syn. hermaphrodite, intersex, gynandromorph, androgyne def. having the characteristics of both sexes “When you came home,” Cathleen Sullivan told Chase about her return from the hospital after surgery, “there seemed to be no effect at all. Oh, yes, wait … Continue reading

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The enjambed body

The enjambed body…what a great phrase! I love poetry, so I even know what enjambed means. Good for me. Now I’ve got all that self-congratulation out of the way, I have to admit I stole the phrase from Jim Ferris. … Continue reading

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