marginal -- central
ancient (Shinto) -- modern
most
references to the news and modern media--least like the media in
presentation--still, the cinematic method
most open to influence -- most individual
collective, communal -- distinctive, individualist
(most
recognizable persona, personality--like McFadden and bpnichol bill bissett,
etc.))
least
learned or scholarly -- most intelligent, knowledgeable
least
changeable -- most different (same difference)Contemplative -- active
sophisticated --
childlike (sophisticated little
boy)
interest
in defecation, streaking, peeking.
modern -- primitive
lyrical -- blunt
thin and frail -- wiry and resistant
open -- secretive
least reflective -- most thoughtful
humanized
nature -- naturalized humanity
ordinarily
miraculous -- miraculously ordinary
ascetic
profligate
calmly
excitable (but not excitably calm)passively resistant -- resistantly passive
sweet natured -- hot-headed (not sulky or bad-tempered)
cooly emotional but not emotionally cool
outsider
-- just like everyone else
artless -- careful technician
dedicated
poet -- no artistic ambition
most
definite -- most uncertain
state
one side of the contradiction confidently.
Then state the other side equally confidently.
GILBERT = A CURIOUS BLEND OF THE NEW AND
THE OLD. When you look at this
photographs or his drawings, you have the sense that you are looking back
through time. Often they look smeared or
water-stained, or faded. At the same
time, you know that you have never seen anything quite like this before, and
the feeling is not at all like looking at an archaelogical object, a recovered
piece, perhaps more like viewing an
object created by modern means (a camera, say or modern paints, or hip
language) by a man unfrozen from the ice who, after learning the latest lingo
and the latest technological tricks, tries to express his own attitudes and
prejudices by adapting the new media to his ancient attitudes which have the
important advantage of being free from modern prejudice.
common
attitude in modernist (English) poetry = angst, terror, alienation,
schizophrenia (eg. as in Eliot and Pound, the adoption of other voices for
dramatic, other purposes). Gilbert's
commentary is always Gilbert's own commentary.
Gilbert's choice of quotations from the environment is always Gilbert's
own choice; when ironic, irony is obvious.
There is anxiety, doubt, and separation in Gilbert, but he does not give
up on the effort to establish certainty (certainty, paradoxically, founded on
its opposite), security within anxiety, joining found in the common effort to
face and at the same time overcome separation and difference
as
his project goes on, it becomes deeper and richer. No new conceptual material or content is
added, but old conceptual material continuously develops and expands, what was
unclear achieves clearer focus, it's place within the whole becomes more
explicit
most
fragmentary, but as it accumulates, most complete
Olson:
Not accumulation, but change
Gilbert:
Not change, but accumulation--change is the basis of accumulation--original change\difference
supported by continued accumulation.
In
his early days, a saintly, carven, polished look, Christ-like, Now the look of
a slightly worn cleric
poems
begin anywhere and seem to break off anywhere.
Yet usually these days fall within the 3 lines of the haiku form or the
fourteen lines of the sonnet.
We
all played with words as kids. As kids
we
all played with words. With words as
kids
we
all played.
We
gave it up because we learned that words
were
supposed to mean
in other ways than the obvious ones.
Haiku
records a perception?
Sonnet
a thought?
Prose
a narrative, a dialogue, a series of events, a sequence bound in time.
Poetry
the sequence is not the sequence of outer experience, but the consonance of
inner and outer worlds, the world of words and the world of things. There is a timelessness within the mind, a
moment without a moment or within a moment, a movement without a movement.
imagist: an imagery of naming, of nouns, not of
description(???)
Gilbert
does not write to a preconceived, pre-ordered theme, apart from having
established a project from the beginning to write his life story "from the
inside" every day. Bringing the inside to the outside, establishes a
series of links. But it is also possible
to separate out themes and reorganize entire books, or his entire oeuvre on
this basis.
Each
day's poem takes up a thread contained in yesterday's poem. Poem after poem connects with other
themes. Finally, the structure
exists. You have to read two or three
books (Not all the way through. You can
skip whole passages), but gradually the structure falls into place, and every
poem you read thereafter finds its place within the structure easily, like a
marble stuffed into a bag. Here's the
cat's eyes, here's the glassies, here's the steelies. They're all marbles, and they all have
similar, but different weights, similar but different uses.
Writing
from the inside, cinematically moving from one object to another (my mind is a
camera, still or moving) leaves the reader to reconstruct the context and
situation, which may be established by emotion, by the objects noted, or
whatever. See the last poem in Azure
Blues, obviously (??) a love poem.
When
the ball stops rolling, the actor is compelled to pretend that it is still
rolling, to pad the performance as if the narrative were still unfolding
according to the preconceptions already set up in the observers' minds. But the acrobat must leap, must invent the
next move, the next trick, must change the terms of reference of the performance,
of the dance.
The
history of popular culture not from its facts but from the feelings Gilbert
has.
The
Alcazar, the Cecil, the Drake, the Anchor, Rohan's.
Oppenheimer
Park: where the real life of the city all comes out in the wash, where all the
real meanings really are. Where life
begins because this is where it ends.
This is the end. The living end.
The
bankers won't talk to him because they can't get anything from him, and
clearly, they have nothing to give. If
they open up for a moment, he's bound to ask, and they will have to say no,
because they must. What else could they
do?
They
could get poetry, they could get the beautiful.
But they wouldn't know what to do with it even if they had it. They would have to be responsible to it and that
would cost them too much. Only those who
have nothing to lose can afford beauty and most of them don't want it
anyway. Would they know what it was if
they had it?
Anyone
can live this way, even those who don't, including those who work 9 to
five. It is not prejudiced about who is
allowed to use it. Everybody is given
the necessary permissions.
same
implies a criticism of some of Gilbert's more affluent contemporary poets, who
make their living by teaching at the universities, supporting and being supported
by the self-feeding activities of the small, university-based literary
journals. which constitute an industry in themselves, inscribing and
circumscribing the definition and activity of poetry so as to include
themselves while excluding the likes of Gilbert, bissett and others whose
social position denies them access to the academies.
There
are three trends in Vancouver poetry modernism: the trend connected to the
universities and colleges represented by the likes of say, George Bowering; the
trend connected to the mass media, represented by the likes of Stan Persky and
Brian Fawcett, who seem to be aiming to have a laudable, but mainly
conventional influence on the main stream of writing activity through the
journals and magazines of the mass media.
Thirdly, there is the "underground" trend, represented by
Gilbert, bill bissett and Maxine Gadd.
All
of these trends had their roots in the 1960s.
Their divergence reflects a divergence in social and political as well
as artistic agenda. The Perskys,
Fawcetts and Bowerings stand for, signify, the existence of an avant garde, of
the possibility of an entirely different attitude and approach to the world,
without themselves completely living that other possibility. From their warm places inside, they point to
what exists outside the doors, beyond the pale, as it were. Gilbert, however, is the real thing. He actually lives out there, in an actual
place, where their fingers mainly only point from a place of belonging and security.
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