Archivi tag: kritik

scrittrici crudeli / valentina presti danisi. 2022

Valentina Presti Danisi

Volevo scrivere un post sulle scrittrici crudeli, traendo spunto da alcune letture recenti che ho fatto, tanto per cominciare la raccolta di racconti “Un’innocente crudeltà” di Silvina Ocampo, il cui titolo mi ha appunto ispirato il tema. Casualmente poco prima avevo letto “L’ospite e altri racconti” di Amparo Dávila, dove pure si esprime una certa crudeltà, che mi pare però diversa per natura e intensità da quella di Ocampo. Nei brevi racconti di Ocampo la crudeltà (dei personaggi, delle storie, dell’autrice?) è a tutti gli effetti “innocente”, quindi di una gratuità senza accanimento, per così dire. Non è mossa da rabbia o in generale da motivazioni psicologiche di sorta, rientra diciamo nel gioco letterario. Per cui diverte abbastanza, almeno me, ma non la trovo catartica. Ocampo ha ovviamente una scrittura elegantissima e dei picchi di genio, ma nel complesso i meccanismi dei racconti possono risultare ripetitivi. Quindi una bella lettura, ma meglio se saltuaria.
Amparo Dávila ci mette quel carico di cupezza in più che per me significa amore a prima vista. Anche qui c’è molto gioco letterario, ma l’ho trovato meno “addomesticato” di quello di Ocampo, più feroce. C’è paranoia, c’è follia, c’è dell’inspiegabile. La mia impressione è che qui la crudeltà slitti dall’innocenza all’arbitrio. Ma c’è quel po’ di intenzione in più che la rende più comprensibile e vicina, sostanzialmente più umana. Nel primo racconto, “Frammento di un diario”, un uomo compila una propria scala del dolore e registra puntigliosamente a quale grado si trova nel corso delle giornate. Il “quotidiano esercizio del dolore” diventa la sua unica attività e scopo di vita. Al punto da scegliere di sbarazzarsi di chiunque, nel tentativo di creare un legame con lui, possa interferire (“Temevo che la sua semplice presenza potesse disperdere il mio dolore”). Poi qui avevo scritto due righe su un mio tentativo di stilare una scala del dolore, ma le ho tagliate.

Sempre per casualità (ma chissà), ho poi letto “L’età inquieta” di Anna Starobinec, una raccolta di racconti definiti in copertina “dell’orrore”. Ed effettivamente qui si vira con decisione verso il macabro. Le idee di Starobinec sono interessanti, ma purtroppo spesso gli epiloghi sembrano fungere da spiegone. Non a caso il racconto più riuscito, secondo me, è quello più surreale (“La famiglia”), dove l’autrice rinuncia saggiamente a dare una spiegazione degli strani fenomeni vissuti dal protagonista. L’inquietudine così è salva. Continua a leggere

date e dati su “ricerca”, “scrittura di ricerca”, “ricerca letteraria” [prima parte], in ‘il verri’ n 75, feb. 2021

Marco Giovenale, Date e dati su “ricerca”, “scrittura di ricerca”, “ricerca letteraria”
[prima parte]
in «il verri», n. 75, feb. 2021, pp. 110-124:

https://www.academia.edu/85155587/Date_e_dati_su_ricerca_scrittura_di_ricerca_ricerca_letteraria_prima_parte_

https://slowforward.files.wordpress.com/2022/08/mgiovenale-date-e-dati-su-ricerca-in-il-verri-n-75-feb-2021-pp-110-124.pdf

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sulla luna (audio) / marco giovenale. 2016-2019

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Sulla Luna (testo già comparso su «l’immaginazione» e «Poesia») in formato audio su RaiPlay: https://www.raiplaysound.it/audio/2020/02/3-sulla-Luna-Poeti-sulla-Luna-5a7c1671-39ca-4e04-92d2-d4434c5180cb.html = https://www.raiplayradio.it/audio/2019/06/3-sulla-Luna-Poeti-sulla-Luna-18822373-d7b7-4f1d-932f-960d4cd05f29.html (in séguito all’uscita su «Poesia», nell’ambito del ciclo https://www.raiplaysound.it/playlist/poetisullaluna a cura di M.G.Calandrone)

il testo:
https://slowforward.files.wordpress.com/2021/07/mgiovenale_-sulla-luna_-02-dic-2015-18-lug-2021.pdf

post precedenti:
https://slowforward.net/2021/07/19/sulla-luna-marco-giovenale-2015-2021/  https://slowforward.net/2019/07/24/sulla-luna-_-lettura-radio-tre/
https://slowforward.net/2019/07/29/poeti-e-prosatori-sulla-luna-rai-radio3-e-poesia-n-350-mariangela-guatteri-et-alii/

luca stefanelli: gli “attributi dell’arte odierna”, di emilio villa come ‘teatro della crudeltà’

da La modernità letteraria e le declinazioni del visivo, Pisa, ETS, 2018, tomo II, 2, pp. 143-150

https://www.academia.edu/49349659/La_parola_sfigurata_Gli_Attributi_dellarte_odierna_di_Emilio_Villa_come_teatro_della_crudelt%C3%A0_

     

N.b.: chi avesse difficoltà a scaricare il saggio di Luca Stefanelli, potrà trovarlo anche qui: https://slowforward.files.wordpress.com/2022/08/stefanelli-luca_-la-parola-sfigurata_-sugli-attributi-dellarte…-di-emilio-villa.pdf

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unwriting / jim leftwich. 2022

Unwriting
Jim Leftwich
Summer 2022
Nevada

Here it comes again, like an avalanche, oceanic, rolling across the desert, every imaginary uprooted route at once, enough to make you think it has a mind of its own, language cannot be trusted to mind its own business, sit down and shut up, work independently without disturbing others.

The word “unwriting” arrived most recently in my mind’s ear as a misreading of my first thing in the morning no glasses on handscrawled note about “the unwilling”.

What, then, is this unwriting? Is it a rewriting of a misreading? Is it an acknowledgement of misreading as rewriting? Is it the revelation of a parallel text, a parallel universe, another world is possible, the ancient branes of string theory, asemic messages encoded in those astonishing photographs from the James Webb telescope?

I think we know. Life is more than life. Language is more than language. Life is never life and life only. Life is beside itself with joy, beside itself with bewilderment, disbelief, semiosis, mitosis, osmosis, baskets of fish and loaves of bread, the news from far and near, some of which is true, the felt presence of experiential reality.

You can’t step in the same stream walking beside the lake, where the two creeks flow in from the mountains to the west, reading an old book of poems, remembering how it all got started in your tiny little life your tiny little world, what that small patch of the cosmos looked like 5 billion years ago, twice.

That is another reason, if not several, for wandering wide-eyed in the wonder, while the species is surely dying of its own devices, and there is no humanly semiotic future to care for our writings or unwritings, singing, between the two deserts, having driven ourselves softly or brutally insane, such that the human experiment seems to have failed entirely, if we can say so in some sort of poem, what hypothesis exactly was the experiment meant to test?

asemic writing and the tragedy of the absurd / jim leftwich. 2022

Jim Leftwich

Asemic Writing and The Tragedy of the Absurd
Summer 2022 / Utah

When I say absurd, I don’t mean quirky.
I don’t think absurdity is a variety of comedy.
Finding comedic relief in inconsequential weirdness does not qualify as an experience of the absurd.

Certain styles of comedy monetize a surrealist juxtaposition of clangorous items and/or ideas to elicit Spasms of Guffaw from a naptive audience. As such, they serve a purpose: to disguise the osmotic suffering of those immersed in the petroleus ooze of The Capitalist Ongoing.

The absurd does not organize itself in order to acclimate our minds around any of the currently available varieties of unbearable realities.

The absurd is: a variety of that which is incomprehensible within the human universe.

A mystery is: that which is uplifting because it is experienced as being incomprehensible within the human universe. We celebrate an encounter with mystery.

The absurd is experientially devastating, annihilating, a psychological sparagmos. We may, after a fashion, celebrate the fact that we experienced it and lived to tell the tale.

Asemic writing is capable of embodying, and conveying, the tragedy of the absurd. But only for the those who want that, who want that kind of thing. For those who do not want that kind of thing, asemic writing is also fully capable of being abstract art school dorm room wallpaper and glamping picnic tablecloth design. I know, I am not being very nice, I’m sorry. Did you by chance see Sun Ra and The Arkestra 40 or 50 years ago? They had The Look. Sparkling robes down to the floor, Egyptian Spaceman Hats 3-feet high. Marching around the stage, chanting, gesturing with their instruments towards the ceiling. I saw them with a few hundred other people in 1982 and not a soul was laughing. We’re they absurd? Absolutely. Sublime? Yes.

The Tragedy of the Absurd is experienced as a Magickal Absurdity. Asemic writing is capable of existing along that spectrum of experiences. I learned that in the late 1990’s as part of my introduction to the idea and the execution of asemic writing. I have never been able to want anything else from it.

steven skaggs about asemic writing

thanks to Tim Gaze for this suggestion and link:

Steven Skaggs, who is a professor of graphic design, wrote about “asemic writing” recently. Click to download: https://revistas.pucsp.br/cognitiofilosofia/article/download/52142/34469/0

antonio devicienti: “il cotone”, di mg, recensito in dialogo con testi di gustav sjöberg

un energicissimo grazie ad Antonio Devicienti per questa lettura de Il cotone (Zacinto/Biblion, 2021), con riferimenti pertinenti e puntuali all’opera di un amico e studioso che mi è carissimo: Gustav Sjöberg.

https://wp.me/p435ho-1qL

asemic writing and pareidolia / jim leftwich. 2022


For practitioners and theorists of asemic writing, the perceptual deviation known as pareidolia is an acquired taste and a developed skill. We train ourselves to see alphabetical shapes where there are none, and then we celebrate our inability to read them. This phenomenon could occupy an entire chapter in the Magickal Absurdities Training Manual: The Ecstasy of Asemic Reading.

Personal Perception Management (PPM) is but one of a great many Existential Self-Help (ESH) methods reinsinuated transmutably in The Training Manual. It is known colloquially among The Asemic AntiMasters as PPMESH — Personal Perception Mesh. The tradition, or parade of asemic saints, involved in transmigrating this alchemy of perception from prehistory into the present, includes William Blake, Arthur Rimbaud, Emily Dickinson, Aldous Huxley, Diane di Prima and Jim Morrison. Cleanse the doors of perception to Illuminate the arrangement of the senses.

Or the arrangement of the world(s) by the senses.

Let’s say I make a sequence of tangled squiggles…
I sound them aloud, slowly singing their shapes…
Through the processes of transcription, transliteration, and apophenia, I arrive at a deliberate mishearing of a segment from a song sung by Jim Morrison:

meatza pocca hero, Esau funk, awe yeh

The world is a poem. Some of us know that. Know it whether we want to or not. The world snuck up on us when we were young, and planted the cosmic poem-seed at the base of our tender brains.

Asemic writing works as a kind of pagan missionary for The Poem.

Asemic writing is a mutagen.

Pareidolia is one of its tools, one of its schools, a side effect, mutual aid, elective affinities, the ace of hearts up its sleeve, one foot on the other side of the grave still kicking at the pricks, reinsinuated and impoxximate.

We see what we want to see. No. That’s not right. Read what Thou Wilt. We see what we need to see. Some realities are more real than others. Asemic writing is useful, as a kind of anti-linguistic self-medication for the perpetually seeking psyche. Pareidolia is a method of ongoing research. It allows us to discover, investigate and explore provisional realities. The worlds of pareidolia are experientially real, and as such are causal agents — in our thinking, and in our actions as they emerge from that thinking.

As an entanglement with the processes of pareidolia, asemic writing functions for the perennially seeking psyche as a way of practicing reality.

is asemic writing true? / jim leftwich. 2022

The most important and interesting characteristic of asemic writing is its absolute resistance to interpretation.

The value of asemic writing lies in its semantic emptiness, and relies on the genuine frustration experienced during a failed attempt at interpretation, meaning-building, the collaborative construction of meanings.

Success in reading asemic writing implies an inauthenticity, either of the writing and it’s author, or of the reading and its perpetrator.

Authentic asemic writing denies all access to success.

The complete and utter, total failure of an attempted reading is the only acceptable measure of success for any particular instance of asemic writing.

So, to iterate — and reiterate:
1. asemic writing lies?
2. asemic writing re-lies?
3. asemic writing imp-lies?

Please refer to your copy of The Magickal Absurdities Training Manual for answers and/or elucidations.

Asemic writing has a dirty secret, hidden, as usual, in plain sight: it is all a pack of lies, and always has been.

Asemic writing is not a dispensary for recreational truths.

Asemic writing is not a dispensary for medicinal truths.

Asemic writing does not participate in the language game of dispensing truths.

We have a choice where the existential ground of asemic writing is concerned: either we admit it’s non-existence, and celebrate it for not existing, or we lie to ourselves and each other about it’s existence, and through the persistence of our collective effort, bring it — lie it — into being, no matter how provisional, damaged, and ephemeral that being may be.

Today, in the summer of 2022, there is no denying the fact that a great many things in our world are identified by one variety or another of the term asemic writing.

That in itself is good.

The concept of asemic is generative and tolerant. Let’s frolic in its wonderland! With our first mind celebrating it’s ludic absurdity, and our second mind practicing the pleasures it offers in opportunities for critical thinking.

as ex. asemic expressionism, or abstract expressionist writing / jim leftwich. 2022

Once upon a time, long long ago (20 years), in a far far away place (Charlottesville, VA), I claimed to have identified a category of visual poetry called (perhaps only by me) Decorative Expressionism. It was busy, crowded, colorful and noisy. I liked it a lot — for several reasons, one of them being the fact that I was making quite a bit of it myself.

If anyone had asked me at the time (no one has ever asked me), I would have told them that Decorative Expressionism was the exact opposite of asemic writing.

Ah yes, time goes by and with a little “luck of the research and reading” (recollected and ruminated upon in tranquility) maybe we learn a thing or two. How does that old hit single go?
What I didn’t know then
What I don’t know now
.. some other stuff in there, I know… 45 years ago… anyway

I would have been wrong.

That was back in the early days of this current iteration of asemic writing, when some of us still thought the prefix ‘a-‘ meant “without; not having any.” Little did we know that the prefix ‘a-‘ was soon to take on the meaning of its opposite, “poly-“. “Without, not having any” semes came to mean “having many” semes. “Absolutely thwarting the production of meaning” became “open to the invention of all imaginable meanings.”

It was a transformative moment in the history of all things asemic.

When Jackson Pollock woke up in the morning, he already had a lit cigarette balanced on his lower lip. He visited his Jungian therapist every Tuesday at 2pm. They played chess, drank beer, went to Yankees games, and chased the stately, plump pigeons through Central Park.
You’re getting better, Jack, said the Jungian therapist. Getting better all the time.
Thank you, said Jackson Pollock.
Alchemy of the vowels, Tantric Sex Mandala, said the Jungian therapist.
I don’t believe in The Accident, said Jackson Pollock.
He walked down the crowded sidewalk past The Tavern to his studio.
He lit a cigarette, opened a beer, took off his shoes and socks.
He spent the rest of the evening working, late into the night, doing The Dance of the Collective Unconscious, In The Painting.

That’s pretty much how asemic writing is still made today.

So, the next time someone tells you myriad hymnal nightpoets, hurrier, nebula nebula, tell them you know all about asemic expressionism. Maybe they’re living in a book by Donald Barthelme. What do you know? Empathy is all about effort. Let there be no bullshit between Practitioners of The Craft and Sullen Art.

polyasemic thinking: a brief future / jim leftwich. 2022

One thing I particularly reinsinuate about the idea of asemic writing is its persistence. Once the idea gets inside a brain, it refuses to go away. It mutates and proliferates.

Once the asemic cat got out of the bag, it set off on a mission to conquer the world.

There is a kind of pareidolia prevalent among practitioners and theorists of asemic writing; we may not see the face of Jesus in a greasy frying pan, but we do see quasi-alphabetical shapes just about everywhere. It is hard not to be joyfully reinsinuated in the presence of such a life-affirming mutagenesis of ubiquitous formlessness.

No matter whether we experience it as pre-word or post-word (I could make a case for either, or both), once the virus of asemic writing invades and occupies the brain, it imposes the shape of its cultural desire on everything in its path.

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“esiste la ricerca?” – giovedì 16 giugno, ore 16, studio campo boario (roma)

ESISTE LA RICERCA?
Confronto sulle scritture di ricerca nel contesto della poesia recente

Con interventi di Luigi Ballerini, Cecilia Bello Minciacchi, Alessandro Broggi, Marilina Ciaco, Stefano Colangelo, Marco Giovenale, Mariangela Guatteri, Andrea Inglese, Luigi Magno, Massimiliano Manganelli, Giulio Marzaioli, Renata Morresi, Vincenzo Ostuni, Francesco Muzzioli, Giorgio Patrizi, Chiara Portesine, Luigi Severi, Michele Zaffarano e altri ospiti che saranno annunciati successivamente

(con libri delle edizioni IkonaLíber, Tic, Blonk, il verri, Zacinto, [dia•foria)

“presentimenti villiani”, di aldo tagliaferri: il 30 maggio a casa morra (napoli)

 

https://slowforward.files.wordpress.com/2022/05/cs-presentazione-libro-casa-morra.pdf