Sunday, September 19, 2010

A note about language

Ever downward in the tradition of the folksy epistle: James Russell Lowell to James Whitcomb Riley to Ezra Pound (a Riley fan) to Charles Olson to Clark Coolidge to this bulletin to the Buffalo poetics list from Jim Andrews:

i have a course in mind. here's some of the reading. the course would be called 'language and poetry after godel and turing'. the course would explore computational poetics. there's some yammerin bout manovitch et all concerning poetics of new media. ya ya. but get down to the really revolutionary changes in thought.

Look at them there paratactic sentences. Look at that there lower-case, signifying lostness in deep thought while chewin on a slab o cod from Gloucester. But remember: Gresham's baneful law does not contemplate exceptions. The bad does drive out the good, always. I've visited Riley's Old Swimmin' Hole in Greenfield, Indiana, and I'm here to tell you it's full of rats. Consider them a visitation from the actual: the blessed event called nemesis, or poetic justice.

And then dream of language rodents swarming the prose of Stanley Fish, George Will, and the late Stephen Jay Gould: three arch-snobs who talk bout baseball to show that they're really jes faux.