Dennis Kelly cleaving Ron Silliman

Ron Silliman

“I write to know
who I am”
—Ron Silliman

He says—he writes
To know—who he is
I’m just—the opposite
I write—to forget

“I’m straight”—he says
Straightforward—realist
But I’m—more backwards
A kind of—Weimar drag

His message—“Be Here Now.”
Mine—is more subversive
Anywhere—but here, my dear
Give me—Dr. Caligari’s Closet!!!

Last night—he was reading
Thomas Pynchon—Against The Day
I’m still stuck—in Gravity’s Rainbow
Conspiracy—synchronicity!!!

William Carlos Williams—Spring and All
Got him going—Zukofsky and Creeley
Armantrout—and Watten helped him
I’ve read—In the American Tree

It’s Xmas Eve—I’m on the run
Is there—room in the inn?
My wife (virgin)—she’s pregnant
Three wise thugs—are trailing us

(From Dennis Kelly’s cleave site)

Spontaneous thing by Dennis Kelly

This cleave and Three-Way Poetics were first published here at Dennis Kelly’s poetry blog and mentioned here on Ron Silliman’s blog.

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Larry Eigner

—for Diana Manister

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“when you search the

spontaneous thing”

—Larry Eigner, “The Fine Life,”

On My Eyes

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When I search for—the thing

The spontaneous thing—already there

It becomes even more—spontaneous

Do it yourself—try it & see

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What blooms—in drought

Isn’t you or me—it’s intuition

The other radio—the Red Sox one

The Orphée one—just ask Cocteau

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Heurtebise—your chauffeur

Eurydice—your wife

Maria Casares—La princesse

The Land of Dis—Spontaneous now

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Words—your Rolls Royce

Language—your motorcycle escort

Writing—thru the liquid mirror

Runtime—Saturday matinee

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The more—you read

The more—you write

The more—you cleave

The more—you see

Cleave poetry on Ron Silliman’s blog

We here at The Cleave feel incredibly privileged to have Ron Silliman link to us from his blog
Silliman’s Blog (A weblog focused on contemporary poetry and poetics).

Welcome all.

Enjoy some great pieces of poetry.

Join in.

translations by Dennis Kelly

translations

“The recognition that the 
very presence of the line
is predominant current
signifier of the Poetic will
cause some poets to discard
at least for a time, its use”

—Ron Silliman,

“Of Theory, To Practice

 cleaving masters—like ezra pound

    more than just—translating them

     word for word—line for line

stanza for stanza—poem for poem

       it’s more like—sargasso seas

       sinking down—bermuda triangles

       disappearing—deep time & space

           jettisoning—jetsam & flotsam

          all the way—downward