Just read Maggie Nelson’s Bluets which will soon be in a bookstore near you. It’s an uncategorizable piece of writing composed of numbered philosophical statements which consider the color blue, and so much else but in the aftermath of reading Maggie’s “bluets” the fascinating word Pharmikon remains in my mind.
It means drug though “the word in Greek famously refused to designate whether poison or cure.” It’s also variously described as “a recipe, a charm, a substance, a spell, artificial color and paint.” She knocks about trying to link it to love, to fucking. But it doesn’t stick. She brings up the possibility that instead like beauty, Pharmikon radiates. It does not stay still. And finally the written word is called Pharmikon.
Maggie’s a friend of mine, but even if she weren’t I’d waste no time saying that this is a truly terrific book.
Posted By: Bobby on September 30, 2009 at 1:21 pmReport this comment
these are the roots of the ‘republican’ attack on poets.
and the platonic beginnings of the age of reproduction, the loss of origin, and the sleight of hand replacement of teachers with texts, which is a very different kind of sex.
all dirty stuff, indeed
Posted By: james stotts on September 30, 2009 at 2:02 pmReport this comment
I’m interested in what you mean, but you have to say more. Granted I didn’t say much, but I thought I would lead people to the book. But the word of course is just shimmering w possibility.
Posted By: Eileen Myles on September 30, 2009 at 2:04 pmReport this comment
the pharmikon anecdote is socrates’ concern for the corruptive power of the word, something intimate and basic to plato’s ultimate vision of a perfect republic. not only does text undermine the necessity of memory, which is a vital function in the logic of poetics, it also diverges from its source infinitely and transparently. as a gift from the sun god, it relieves man of his need for direct communion. it’s an invention for incest and patricide (figuratively speaking).
Posted By: james stotts on October 1, 2009 at 8:27 amit doesn’t seem accidental to me that in our time, poetry is facing a mnemonic crisis. in fact, i think it’s obvious why–artificial memory is everywhere. homer only exists as artificial memory.
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Sounds like an intriguing companion to William Gass’s classic On Being Blue. I’ll put it on my wish list!
Posted By: Joseph Hutchison on September 30, 2009 at 3:20 pmReport this comment
Makes me think of “farm icon”.
Posted By: albertine on September 30, 2009 at 4:00 pmReport this comment
I’d been reading and loving Maggie’s book too, then discovered this James Schuyler poem The Bluet
It ain’t quite late, late October, but the poem’s apt for this time of year.
Posted By: Cathy Halley on September 30, 2009 at 5:02 pmReport this comment
Also, obviously, if you’re interested in pharmakon Derrida’s essay “Plato’s Pharmacy,” which shimmers a lot of the word’s possibilities, is the place to head next.
Posted By: Bobby on September 30, 2009 at 9:03 pmReport this comment