Saturday, February 13, 2010

brisk fire

ice all halo

error third
frost tremor

book cherry

red cherry bright


Jenny said...

I like this a lot. The words seem to be throbbing and sizzling.

Anonymous said...

Powerful lines expressed with so much opaque magnificence.

Jenny said...

Btw, smart idea adding your name as "label". I will do that as well from now on. So much easier to see what each poet has written that way.

Ande said...

Dense words with very significant spaces.

Ross Brighton said...

Thanks folks. Apologies for not acknowledging niceness previously - comments here don't automatically turn up in my inbox!

Jenny - Labels seemed natural to me, I dunno. Titles aren't.

Ande - I have a lot of time for space, and it's various manifestations - Silence, pause, puntuation, elipsis, truncation, white space ... even violence to language, if you can call it that (language's placiticity is one of its defining features; its function depends on it. but what when that plasiticity is forced beyond normality? is that akin to bending someone's arm behind their back to breaking point? is it ethical?).

I'm writing a review of Myung Mi Kim's latest book at the moment, and violence and silence/erasure are both pivotal to her practice. Very interesting, and arrestingly beautiful poet.


Ande said...

I came to think about the link between informational violence directed towards language and violence towards physical people, when reading your comment.

People usually don't end up seriously hurt if someone upsets their informational spaces, edges (what now that is), but white space is so critical to computer languages. Alter white spaces of a computer language and you're ending up with the equivalence of breaking an arm of the program. I belive programming languages raises the question about the nature of written information; humans usually treat it like a byproduct of the material substance which makes us sentient; as such it can be tossed around with liberally. For computers written code is life;, but computers aren't sentient (yet), so we don't have to listen to their distress.