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post in three parts, goodbye, hello February 22, 2010: Mingus says the shoes of the fisherman are some jive-ass slippers. On the other hand, The Shoes of the Fisherman is my favorite movie. by

“to consent not to be a single being” February 15, 2010: Edouard Glissant’s L’Intention poétique has recently been translated by Natalie Stephens; Poetic Intention will be out from Nightboat Books in March. I’ve been immersed in, and totally messed [...] by

B 3.1 February 8, 2010: What makes translation interesting and valuable and productive (of knowledge, of the the new thing, of pleasure) is its necessary failure. It succeeds insofar as it is deviant and deviance, in any [...] by

B 5 February 6, 2010: At circle time on Thursday, Lorenzo declared that when he makes smores for Julian (which I wasn’t aware that he’d ever done) he makes them with bricks, sticks and snow. by

B 4 February 6, 2010: A lot of it is just trying to figure out how to say something. How to read. Not how to offer a reading, or even an interpretation, but a performance of a text, in the face of its unintelligibility, [...] by

B 3 February 6, 2010: Dear Evie, Remember when we read together in November, and afterwards you asked me about a particular poem of mine, and seemed to wonder why my reading of it didn’t acknowledge or account for the [...] by

Backlog 2 February 6, 2010: The commitment to repair is how a refusal to represent terror redoubles the logic of representation. The refusal of our ongoing afterlife can only ever replicate a worn-out grammar. The event [...] by

Backlog February 6, 2010: I didn’t stop logging, I just stopped posting. I think I got waterlogged from not being able not to try to get too deep. I got into some kind of double trouble from blowing bubbles, I guess. [...] by

cut plan January 14, 2010: This time i want a little distance from the top of my head though I’m still prepared to claim it by giving it away. by

the plan January 10, 2010: I want to say, without arguing too much for it here, but by way of an encounter that Trane and Edouard Glissant have been having in my head for a couple of months, that Zong! (and more generally the [...] by