Frank Stafford

I don’t think it matters how a poet plants his garden; it is the quality of the yield which matters. Just like the stars, there are so many things to be said of poets and poems. I am not content in just suggesting things by the use of words, I want to show the origins, the metaphors of reality, the free movement of the spirit. Poetry is a body, all right, but in spirit it is the function which oftentimes creates the organ.

Jean Cocteau said mystery exists only in precise things—people in situations, situations in people. Because I believe the visionary life has nothing to do with a necessarily transcendent existence, I like most of the poems I read. I believe most poets know this is the world; and when you try to lead a special life or write a special poetry, you are dancing with an imaginary partner at a meaningless dance to which you have invited yourself and no one else.

— “With the Approach of the Oak the Axeman Quakes”
 

The ship drove fast, loud roar’d the blast

If you have ever wondered who would win in a race between the Millenium Falcon and other famous space ships—Enterprise, Tardis, Galactica, etc.—Slate has built a graphical simulator that attempts to get to the bottom of this burning question. The reading on how they made their calculations is pretty interesting, if you’re into such things.

It’s a little odd that a genre about science, the field of precision, can be so imprecise. The truth is that spaceships almost always fly at the speed of the plot. But, for those who refuse to accept that, this is a definitive guide to ship speeds, based on highly scientific computer simulations and highly unscientific speculation.

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First Book Interview

Thanks, Keith Montesano, for facilitating and publishing this interview about the publication of my first book, Kingdom Come (C&R Press, 2011), on the First Book Interviews Blog.

David Foster Wallace

[Sternberg's] needed a bowel movement for hours…He tried, back at O’Hare. But he was unable to, because he was afraid to, afraid that Mark, who has the look of someone who never just has to, might enter the rest room and see Sternberg’s shoes under a stall door and know that he, Sternberg, was having a bowel movement in that stall, infer that Sternberg had bowels, and thus organs, and thus a body. Like many Americans of his generation in this awkwardest of post-Imperial decades, an age suspended between exhaustion and replinishment, between input too ordinary to process and input to intense to bear, Sternberg is deeply ambivalent about being embodied; an informing fear that, were he really just an organism, he’d be nothing more than and ism of his organs.

— “Westward the Course of Empire Takes its Way”
 

12 Great Opening Film Shots

Twelve opening images from 12 Great/Very Good films, at The Criterion Collection.

I’m partial to this one, from Jean-Pierre Melville’s, Le Samourai
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43 Is Not the Meaning of the Universe

Between Facebook, which keeps us over-updated on the adult deeds of childhood friends, and nostalgia-insistent lists like this “43 Things That Will Make You Feel Old”, it’s little wonder being, or feeling like, a grown-up is difficult anymore. Maybe we’ve outgrown the whole concept of grown-up. Rather than making us feel old, these silly lists prevent us from being properly old. Nothing is allowed to take and keep its proper place. These lists serve no purpose but to draw in suckers to link to them. Insidious. (10 Presidents with Umbrellas on the other hand…)

Least Surprising
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Sadly, Even Less Surprising
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DFW: This Is Water

As some of us complained about our recent commencement speaker recently, someone remarked that no commencement address is ever very good. There is one, I piped up, and that’s David Foster Wallace’s talk at Kenyon College in 2005. It should be read at every graduation everywhere, and maybe then the world would be spared.

An outfit called The Glossary has turned an excerpt from that talk into a pretty good short film. This was probably made for purposes of promotion as well as homage; I hope they get filthy rich.

Corrected Texts

Items of note, where wrongs of the world are at least temporarily righted.

  • Copy-editing vigilantes strike Pratt Institute

    In the sculpture park at the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, one of the nation’s oldest art schools, a clandestine struggle is under way — over grammar. In recent months, a vandal (or team of vandals) has used permanent markers to correct grammar and punctuation mistakes on the informational placards near the sculptures.

  • They’ve had trouble getting the facts right on Anne Bronte’s grave for quite some time.

    Anne, who wrote Agnes Grey and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, died in Scarborough in 1849 after succumbing to tuberculosis at the age of 29. But her headstone in St Mary’s Churchyard gave her age as 28. Anne’s original gravestone was refaced three years after her death, when Charlotte returned to discover five errors on it. The other mistakes were corrected but the age was not.

  • An ice climber fact-checks The Game of Thrones.

“The ropes we use in modern climbing are dynamic–they stretch, which reduces the force,” said Mills. “The ropes [the Wildlings] are using are completely static with no give, so the instantaneous impact force of someone taking a vertical fall would be huge!” Since the force of the fall is concentrated at a single moment, rather than distributed more gradually by rope stretch, there’s also a good chance that the impact could snap this type of rope entirely.

  • New Yorker piece on the AP Twitter hack; both the fake story amd the Dow drop it caused were quickly corrected. Bonus for quoting Virgil.

    It was the equivalent of giving the town rumormonger a loudspeaker (for that’s all this is, and it’s older than Virgil, who wrote, “Fama volat” (“Rumor has wings”), never faster than when they went digital). High-frequency trading was the cause of the 2010 flash crash. It’s long been about five steps ahead of the regulators, in spite of the best efforts of some in Washington. Dodd-Frank didn’t come to terms with high-frequency trading, and the S.E.C., while making noises for several years about trying to cast some light on the so-called “dark pools” of liquidity in markets far from the public exchanges, keeps falling further behind.

  • A cafe macchiato is, literally, a coffee stained with milk. But add liqueur, sambuca maybe, or grappa, and you have what the Italians call a corrected coffee, "caffe coretto." I had one in Spoleto and can’t get it corrected out of mind. What one finds is what this guy in a travel-Italy-forum said:

    Even the absolute worst barista in Italy knows how to make an espresso way better than Starbucks. There is a bar every 100 yards everywhere.

I think I met him today, in Terontolo–ashes in the spritz, for example–but its true; its hard to have a bad cup of coffee in Italy. I have been partial to the cappuccino scuro, meaning dark, meaning double.

Porco Providential

I am in Orvieto, Italy this week and last night took in, or maybe was taken in by, this pizza fantastica which they called Dracula—mozzarella, Gorgonzola, radishes and salame piquante—so I was glad to see in the New York Times such Italian meats will be allowed in the US from regions where they have been banned for some time. Although mostly vegetarian, I can’t resist sausage on pizza, so am glad to hear when the pigs are healthy at last.

On Friday, the department’s Animal and Plant Health Inspection Services announced that an in-country assessment had determined that four regions and two provinces in Northern Italy are free of swine vesicular disease, a dangerous communicable ailment that infects pigs, and that “the importation of pork or pork products from these areas presents a low risk.”

Type Here

Maybe the most essential state for a writer, among the several states we might beneficently inhabit, is to be immersed in the language, and you know you’re doing it right when you dream in texts, or start encountering a lot of weird coincidences, where say for example you are writing a short story while in a meeting, or while listening to a YouTube video, and someone says a word just as you’re writing or revising it (sometimes a divided consciousness serves as affirmation of its unity).

So here are four text-and-type related things to check-out, at your letterholic leisure

*iABC, by Oliver Reichenstein

The idea: Look at the history, shape and sound pattern of each letter, sum it up in 140 characters, and collect a beautiful specimen for each letter.

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*A history of typography, done in paper animation

Data-Driven Date Night

Having spent the day generating assessment data through assessment, talking about educational measures and outcomes with educators, and then grading student work through the small hours of the night, I am confronted, as I am at this time every year, with how difficult teaching is, how insufficient grading itself is as a measure of human achievement and how impossible (illusory, self-delusional), how meager it all is in comparison to the very real and complex lives of these human beings playing the role of student, all of whom are passing through trials, many of whom are doing their best, most of whom will get far away from this moment, as I will, and not remember very well the heartache that got them there.

But fortunately, at least for now, the art of teaching wins out, and I will ply the craft again come fall, and for awhile it will feel like it’s about us, about something that actual humans do together because its something solely good to do. They will learn what they will, most of independent of anything I do, so, or intend.

Unfortunately, this is not as true for filmmakers, whose trade is even more metric-driven and money-obsessed. Money is no more a reliable gauge of quality than grades, I suspect, but everyone has their bottom lines to improve, and so it is, as this NY Times article details, studios are now consulting data even as storylines are being shaped.

Bowling scenes tend to pop up in films that fizzle, Mr. Bruzzese, 39, continued. Therefore it is statistically unwise to include one in your script. “A cursed superhero never sells as well as a guardian superhero,” one like Superman who acts as a protector, he added.

His recommendations, delivered in a 20- to 30-page report, might range from minor tightening to substantial rewrites: more people would relate to this character if she had a sympathetic sidekick, for instance.

Script “doctors,” as Hollywood refers to writing consultants, have long worked quietly on movie assembly lines. But many top screenwriters — the kind who attain exalted status in the industry, even if they remain largely unknown to the multiplex masses — reject Mr. Bruzzese’s statistical intrusion into their craft.

I was just standing at a urinal a few days ago saying, “I think I’d make a good script doctor,” although I have no data to support that assertion, and upon reading this am sure I would not want to even test it if that means being a tool to a studio on behalf of aggregate consumer data. I’m sure the day I’m asked to teach in service to numbers instead of souls would also be among my last. There is always bowling; one is always safe from change in a bowling alley.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

. . . Metamorphosis is the law of the universe. All forms are fluent, and as the bird alights on the bough and pauses for rest, then plunges into the air again on its way, so the thoughts of God pause but for a moment in any form, but pass into a new form, as if by touching the earth again in burial, acquire a new energy. A wise man is not deceived by the pause: he knows it is momentary: he already foresees the new departure, and departure after departure, in a long series. Dull people think they have traced the matter far enough if they have reached the history of one of these temporary forms, which they describe as fixed and final.

— Journal Entry, Autumn 1845
 

Susan Howe

In some sense the subject of any poem is the author’s state of mind at the time it was written, but facts of an artist’s life will never explain that particular artist’s truth. Poems and poets of the first rank remain mysterious. Emily Dickinson’s life was language and a lexicon her landscape. The vital distinction between concealment and revelation is the essence of her work.

— My Emily Dickinson
 

So If You Need a Bigger Boat

I like a problem to solve and, as a friend of mine said recently, there’s nothing quite like being posed a problem and finding an elegant solution for it. Troubleshooting the world is a function of observation, but really, one could say writing is largely problem-solving, too, so these faculties—the solitary work of writing and the communal work of building and fixing—are not so different as they first appear.

But what if in fact consciousness itself were solving the problem of existence every instant, just to keep the organism aware and, well, conscious? In this piece on the NY Times Stone blog by William Eggington, he traces how Borges in his Ficciones foresaw future developments in quantum physics, realized how the brain perceives and processes as a unity (“motion, distance or velocity — namely, change over time”) what in fact are not unified at all. Our brains, in other words, are constantly at work weaving a fiction for us we call being-in-the-world. Eggington quotes Borges:

“we have dreamt the world. We have dreamt it resistant, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and firm in time; but we have left in its architecture tenuous and eternal interstices of unreason, so that we know it is false.”

This William Eggington is the same one who has written (and is writing) on Quixote, the master-fabulist-who-doesn’t-know-it, the man who is living a narrative in which he doesn’t realize he is but a character.

In his other Times blog piece on Quixote, he describes the usefulness of fiction in these terms, as a tool for building consciousness, as it requires readers to “occupy two opposed identities simultaneously: a naïve reader who believes what he is being told, and a savvy one who knows it is untrue.”

In order to achieve this effect the author needs to pull off a complex trick. At every step of the way, a fictional narrative both knows more and less than it is telling us. It speaks always with at least two voices, at times representing the limited perspective of its characters, at times revealing to the reader elements of the story unknown to some or all of those characters.

So our brains keep us working in multiple planes all the time, so much so if you want to get work done you need to conserve your energy and focus on the few things worth focusing on. I was in a meeting today and afterwards someone asked me why I was quiet. The best answer should have been: I’m saving myself (for grading, in my instance). This little TEDx talk by Chris Suave is pretty good, and in it he talks dissects the boringness of highly productive people. He boils the borings’ secrets down to 3 tricks: write things down, simplify to the essential, stop and question.

He starts out his talk with an old Flaubert quote made an impression on me, too, when I first heard it and I’ve quoted it for years when some drama was needed. He uses a translation that goes: “Be boring and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.” But I recently made my own translation of the sentence, with a tip from Erin McGraw, that goes: “Be settled, be ordinary, day-to-day, like a bourgeois, so that you may, in your work, be violent, be original, archangel-like.” FWIW.

In that vein, I like this video of boatmaker Andy Stewart talking about the craftsmanship of building and repairing wooden boats, called “Shaped on All Six Sides.” As he says: “Why do I work on wooden boats? There is nothing else I can do now.”

Save Breed, To Spare You Talk of Poetry

Just a few years ago something like this—famous historian Niall Ferguson making a spurious gay joke at the expense of famous economist John Maynard Keynes—would have gone for the big laugh he must have expected and would certainly not have made the news and required or even called for an apology.

Ferguson asked the audience how many children Keynes had. He explained that Keynes had none because he was a homosexual and was married to a ballerina, with whom he likely talked of “poetry” rather than procreated. The audience went quiet at the remark. Some attendees later said they found the remarks offensive.

I wonder about the some who did not find them offensive. These remarks came as he was trying to explain why Keynes would make a statement like, “In the long-run we are all dead,” to which he was disagreeing (people do have children and those children have children, after all). In the apology on his blog, Ferguson writes:

But I should not have suggested – in an off-the-cuff response that was not part of my presentation – that Keynes was indifferent to the long run because he had no children, nor that he had no children because he was gay. This was doubly stupid. First, it is obvious that people who do not have children also care about future generations. Second, I had forgotten that Keynes’s wife Lydia miscarried.

Not sure all the stupid parts are adequately explained, but I ritually accept his ritual apology.