The restlessness and drive seem epic, though.
I guess that’s all over. Something’s going on,
I’m just not sure what it is. Is all the consumption
of info without production causing suffocation?
Perhaps poetry on output booms because you
need to breath out to complete thought.
Language as moving organ.
Something like that.

I love your languange: ‘closes out voices not wearing proper debate attire, or having a spot of mispunctuation on its shirtfront’. As someone who makes a living copyediting, this is an important reminder for me to not do this. Thank you.

Arc seems to have taken a turn for the diverse lately with editors of complementary or conflicting tastes.

yes, yelling in the cave gives everyone headaches, even the shadows’ heads throb.

>are there 100,000 private
jokes out there?
wonder. more. must be.

the next world, hatching in Canada. that’s a neat idea. but there’s a huge amount of bickerings and silent treatments. wherever you go with people, there are people.

>Millions of years leave marks,
limbs, trees.
love that remark.

prolific is nothing more than a habit of priorities isn’t it? put in the time and the brain switches to generative gears, push it and it goes faster.

this tethering together of Identity and what one writes seems very north american culture somehow. one can write anything.

poetry, like everything, else is acting and pitching sales of ideas and performance.

my concern with house style for a person is what list of things one is closing self off to, can’t think or produce or feel such and such because the ideology of expression has suchandsuch constraints. how do the other aspects get out? or is there diversity and creativity within the small boundaries? but at what point is one rehashing and trying to brainwash oneself, obsessing rather than moving on and outwards?

conversely, if one relentlessly switches up styles one may be adaptable and trying to apprentice, or avoiding something? what is one afraid of when one doesn’t repeat some small thing to nth degree?

Musicians are an interesting analog. Some do the
same thing over and over, others have variety.
Some are successful only with this, and curse the
public because the public won’t let them do that.

Persona helps, especially in poetry. Muses, too.
To get yourself entrained, as another person, or to
perform for another person. Some distrust that.
They say poetry lies. But to ring true you have to
at least be complete. Mythology isn’t factual, but
it’s true to self-consistent personalities…

People has different tolerances for what’s
‘recognizable’. If you have a huge capacity to
shift you might find it hard to settle in. But
how to be entrained without holding still for
a moment? I posed one way per line once.
14 times. I don’t think anyone knew. I think they
stitched their own stories. It did very well.
I was shocked. There are things going on we
don’t know about. We can at least explore
and fiddle, If you’re internally prolific, you have
that luxury. Not everyone does.

I wish there were actually cognitive research into
poetry, oddly enough. The people types, the limits
and schemes. Millions of years leave marks,
limbs, trees.

The open mic is neat sometimes….the reactions,
the feel of the group, the differences.

When I was with artists, some were stuck, others
moved. One made 120 sketches of limestone caves
the never looked the same way twice….static
subject, moving views. I went to the caves….
..nothing. Hers were all alive in her mind by then.
A morphing artist feel…almost infinite, for a moment.

Art is a great way to unhinge the poetic mind,
I guess. But so many parallels too..

Underneath it all, it’s art. Poets fought for that freedom. And none of its ‘schools’ should
extinguish any other….like in art.
There are a lot of paths
to the one goal: “did you possess me with
your vision?” I expect a museum to have
modern, ancient, post-modern, and foreign
pieces. I wish poetry collections did the same kind of thing. I think the curatorship of
“Boxcar” came the closest that I know of.

The pleasure of the art in my fantasy world
would have a handful of very different editors,
all vying to hook the public on visions.
(shock-horror: the public?)
I think curators with some respect for the
public but a desire to wow the public
might pick poems from all quarters and
present them to say “see what I mean..?”

Anyone saying “open” seems to mention
only their flavors. Entrainment must come
with the word somehow.

We’ve been pasting art next to poetry
like wrapping the dog’s pills in bacon.
Poetry itself is art. Maybe some kickass
oration would help. Or..performance art is
more tied to the word. Drama, rhetoric,
puzzlement and mind-games sold as
just what it is. Are there 100,000 private
jokes out there? Thinking about
entraining (puzzling, enthralling) the public.

All this yelling in a tightly packed
cave is pointless. Everybody is oppressed.
The oppressed are intolerant. The cycle
spins.

It’s a bit more open and esoteric in
Canada. Maybe the next world can
hatch there.

Less bickering, more inspiring?
Dunno. Nowhere to go but up.
like museums are stocked.

All things are drafts, even the final one.