Out in my backyard there is a lot of activity, a lot of spring mating in progress, chipmunks (see Chris Bachelder’s essay on humor and jokes in THE BELIEVER), gray squirrels and little fiercely attentive red ones, mourning doves, cardinals, mockingbirds, wrens, bunnies, many bunnies, a pair of groundhogs, yellow finches who are almost nearly completely finally now yellow again, juncoes, other birds I can’t name, it is nearly disney porn out there.
Last night I listened to the writer and poet Andrea Lawlor read an homage to Joe Brainard’s I REMEMBER. So this morning I picked up Ron Padgett’s THE COLLECTED WRITINGS OF JOE BRAINARD, read almost all of I REMEMBER but then found LITTLE KNOWN FACTS ABOUT PEOPLE which got me to thinking how well Brainard focuses on categories and possibilities within categories. Following through as directed by seemingly so-called narrow passages, one thing artists do.
What ye contemplate that ye become; John Cowper Popys; This is most likely but not definitely true. Anyway, the “ye” makes this amazing in its aphoristic glory.
Felix Feneon’s THREE LINE NOVELS
On the other hand who isn’t fond of his childhood’s countryside or neighborhood, a real place or an imaginary place from back before any awareness of civilization dawns on you. Those places you know not so much because you choose to know them but because they are all you know at the time.
Chance favoring a prepared mind according to Louis Pasteur will always be one of my fondest hopes.
I wonder what are a few of the many ways to prepare a mind. Particularly, what do poems encourage brains to do? That brains like to do. Or that brains do well.