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22 Dec 2021

"Every Typewriter is a Character." Clifford Duffy's "as a construct"

 

by Corry Shores


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Clifford Duffy wrote another incredible poem recently on his Recall to Poetry site. Here is a screenshot of an especially striking part of it.

 

(From Duffy)

 

As always, Duffy’s use of electronic typography and html coding give the poem sonic variations impossible with print, especially considering how the browser window sizing and scrolling affects the layout in his particular well-crafted way. The timing of each word, the speed, tone, and pacing of its delivery, all under high variation. Note for instance when we transition through the crossed out ‘she’, the sudden dips in tone and volume, or the gliding carriage return effect of the blank underlines in the ‘rising’ section, giving silence an affective sound. Duffy created a new artform many years ago and continues innovating it to this day, and he stands as one of the best and most original poets I have ever read.

 

 

 

 

Duffy, Clifford. “as a construct”. Recall to Poetry:

https://recalltopoetry.blogspot.com/2021/11/as-construct.html#more

 

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9 Jan 2019

Clifford Duffy’s “That’s What I Name”

 

by Corry Shores


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Clifford Duffy wrote a striking poem. I will place it as a screen shot, as I do not think I can replicate it exactly by copying the text.

Clifford Duffy. That´s What I Name. https://dadaduffy.blogspot.com/2018/10/thats-what-i-name.html?zx=dd4b69008f84a4cb

(From Duffy)

 

Daniel Coffeen discuses the rhythm of punctuation here. What often strikes me about Duffy’s poems is just how much subtle typographical elements “sing” as loud as words, or I should say, they greatly modulate the affective qualities of the text. Here there seems to be a quotation mark coming at the end of “ thats what I call smudged text’ ”. How does that modulate the sonic qualities? Does one take the voice of a narrator or of a speaker? Is it something in between? Or does one start under the first mode and continuously modulate to the other? How does one read “that’s” differently from “thats”? Is is more informal sounding? Do the ‘t’ and ‘s’ sounds blend together slightly more than normal? The “(not serious!!)” seems like a reply. Is it the same speaker? But if they are not serious, why do they keep insisting on their claim? Is the “(not serious!!)” to be read as also between two voices, between a speaker and theirself, somehow? There is exclamation with the “thats what I call smudged text!”, but there is double exclamation with “(not serious!!)” which should thus be read with more emphasis. But it is between parentheses. It is a muffled or concealed and yet increased emphasis. And what of the space added at the beginning of the second line of each stanza? This for me is the most “silent” yet also the most potent of all the affective modulators. It is not enough space to suggest a noticeable pause, but it is enough to hint at a sort of hesitation, and also a suggestion that the second line stands out in its significance or meaning from the entirety of the poem. And finally, what of the dashes and other spacing? How does one read the dashes? If you say we are to ignore them, leave them unread, then why is there highlighting at the bottom one? These elements still have an affective quality, as does the extra spacing between the second and third stanzas. All this together makes for a very musically nuanced reading. It is remarkable how much differentiation is packed into so much repetition.

 

 

 

 

Duffy, Clifford. “That’s What I Name”. Dada Duffy:

https://dadaduffy.blogspot.com/2018/10/thats-what-i-name.html?zx=dd4b69008f84a4cb

 

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19 Apr 2017

O Mayeux, '[2403] "of between us : / it was good or leather'

 

by Corry Shores

 

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‘[2403] “of between us : / it was good or leather’

 

 

O Mayeux is a poet and linguistics scholar at the University of Cambridge. He writes poems and processes them using a software program that rearranges the typology to produce new “asemic” poems. I found his  ‘[2403] “of between us : / it was good or leather’, featured at The New Post-literate: A Gallery Of Asemic Writing, to be especially powerful when I tried reading it.

   

I am interested in the phenomenology of the literary experience. There is an affective element to the literary or poetic experience that may be hard to analyze on account of the complexity of the mental states. Normally our acts of literary awareness involve the conceptual and imagistic components evoked by the texts. These components can distract us from the affective element.

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There is  a similar sort of idea in Gilles Deleuze’s treatment of Francis Bacon. Bacon writes that “the moment there are … several figures on the same canvas – the story begins to be elaborated. And the moment the story is elaborated, the boredom sets in; the story talks louder than the paint” (Bacon & Sylvester 1987: 22). When reading O Mayeux’s poem, I experienced strong affects without the distraction of other layers of my awareness. Just as the experience of Bacon’s paintings is like a phenomenological reduction to the raw experience of sensation, perhaps such asemic writing as O Mayeux’s can as well present a  phenomenological reduction to the affective components of poetic experience.

 

I invite you to try to read the poem to see if you can feel certain intensities in the sounds. It is perhaps like Deleuze’s notion of stuttering. This work  also brings out the intensities of punctuation. I find Clifford Duffy’s poems also very powerful in these ways, too. See for example his “war machine the ...” [my comments],  his “remand” and “turf” [my comments], “fantasy 2010 labour work” [my comments] and “cărbune” [my comments].

 

 

 

 

 

Works:

 

O Mayeux.  ‘[2403] “of between us : / it was good or leather’.  From Artefacts. Image taken from (and used with the author’s permission):

http://thenewpostliterate.blogspot.com.tr/2017/04/oliver-mayeux-2403-of-between-us-it-was.html

 

Also:

Bacon, Francis & David Sylvester. The Brutality of Fact: Interviews with Francis Bacon. New York: Thames & Hudson, 1987.

More information from the publisher here:

http://www.thamesandhudson.com/9780500274750.html

 

 

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28 Jul 2012

Time and Inquiry in Clifford Duffy's 'AsK'

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Time and Inquiry in Clifford Duffy's 'AsK'

See Clifford Duffy's 'AsK'

We are to ask ourselves what is a clock, a cock, adoodledoo? Yet we note the importance of this question really being a question, as the poem is titled 'ask,' and it has many question marks, and this question recurs in steady cycles. The affective impression is that questions themselves are under question when we ask 'what is a c(l)ock[adoodledoo]?'

Does the form of a question have something to do with the form of time, and what is the role of clock-like mechanisms in this formation?

The marquee-renewals make a cycle, like how every morning we hear cockadoodledoo from the cock at dawn. The hour hand will make 24 turns to relatively the same marking between each cockadoodledoo, and Duffy's marquee cycle will make something like 4320 cycles in that period. We know that time moves constantly forward, because it keeps moving in circles. The cycles create units of measure that allow us to put aside the continuous heterogeneous alteration through time to instead measure extending quantities of its flow. So is a c(l)ock[adoodledoo] merely a temporal homogenizer?

But why so much emphasis on the asking? What is it about asking that has something to do with time, clocks, cycles, and so forth?

The clock homogenizes. Yet what it homogenizes might be seen as a series of askings, of askings: 'what's next?' What's next, come next dawn? Another cockadoodledoo. But what is next every instant whatever? This is always for us primarily a yet-answered question. It is a sort of drama of the world's mutations.

What is the pure form of time? Putting aside time's actual passage, its form is the immanence of before and after which are in a relation of succession. They are immanent to one another, because time is always in passage from before to after, thus they cannot be structurally apart. So the c(l)ock[adoodledoo] tells us that time is passing, which means there is always a continuous flux of change. Yet the form of time, the before with after, does not change.

A question has a certain sort of temporality. Its answer comes after and is somehow brought into life through its question. When we ask a question, we have already evoked its answer, even though it is not yet explicit. The after is implicitly given with its before in the structure of the question.

So what then is a clock, a cock (adoodledoo), a Duffy marqueed poem? It is a constant reminder that each moment is an asking to be answered. The form of time and the form of a question share in common a bringing into implicit immanence the after with its before.

Clifford Duffy, 'asK'
http://recalltopoetry.blogspot.be/2012/07/ask.html

29 Nov 2011

Free Fantastic Poetry at Clifford Duffy's Bargain


Another remarkable Clifford Duffy poem, Bargain, at Fictions 4.

Here is an excerpt, but please see it for yourself at his site to experience the whole thing with its proper visual context.

Bargain basement love. Let her to begin.A soft start. Incipient to rays of sun. and whether the big inn. And at first plate, a wretched coal diver! Of this ass she walks home vertical street down the declining upward to her house. resting her ass to the . Zhou you are this rental thief, a fiat against capitalism! And your whore body. Vengeance in their accent and lips, but O how ssoft that back of her skin small of her back. Backlogging to her love, and approximately her head wears minks, stoles, and greens, puttees, and purposeful tunes of air.
(Clifford Duffy, Bargain)



I find this poem very powerful. I feel variations in the speeds and intensities of pressure. Note for example this part of the html [I have not learned the language and I please request corrections].

body. Vengeance in




It seems the tag keeps 'body.' 'Vengeance' and 'in' together on the same line (at Duffy's location), even if you adjust the page size so that they might otherwise be broken into different lines. The overall effect I would like to account for is why it seems like a compression then release of pressure in this part of the text.

If 'in' and 'Vengeance' were on different lines, there would be a break in the speed of the text, like a pause. Before 'Vengeance' is 'body.' Of course there too would be a pause if they were on separate lines. The fact that they are all together makes them run into each other rather than be interrupted by pauses. But the period after body creates an intensity in the flow. The tag on the one hand forces the period-stop and the next sentence to run together; however the period is a force trying to separate the two from flowing into each other. So when reading over the period, we feel the intensity of that tension, as if pressure builds there. Then the fact that the next word 'in' follows directly after means that the pressure is forced to always release and explicate into the next sentence.



http://fictions4.blogspot.com/2011/11/bargain.html




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17 Jul 2011

Intensity and the Set in Clifford Duffy's "Set theory"


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Intensity and the Set in Clifford Duffy's "Set theory"


What does set theory have to do with poetry? Consider Clifford Duffy's work, "Set theory" at The Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari: A Fictional Poetic Biography: Clifford Duffy.



The body of the entry is completely contracted between the title and closing, as if squashed down to a thin sliver.

But Duffy is a poet of intensity, and that includes intensity in the sense of intension.

A word can have a meaning in the sense of a referent in a set. So 'chair' refers to the set of all chairs. This meaning ranges over the set, extending into it, and the set itself is an extensive list. Here we are understanding meaning in extensional terms. Even if there is only one item in the set, it still can be thought as extending into that item. So the word 'Oedipus' extends into one item in the set, Oedipus himself. And we commit no crime against meaning to say "Oedipus is Oedipus". He was the son of Jocasta, so we are also safe to say "Oedipus is the son of Jocasta." Now recall how Oedipus accidentally married his mother. So we are also right to say, "Oedipus is the husband of Jocasta". In all three cases, 'Oedipus', 'son of Jocasta', and 'husband of Jocasta' extend into the one item in the set. So should we not be able to safely say, "The son of Jocasta is the husband of Jocasta"? Extensionally speaking, this is the same as saying "Oedipus is Oedipus". But doesn't something feel different between "Oedipus is Oedipus" and "The son of Jocasta is the husband of Jocasta"? In both cases, they extend into the same meaning. But they do not seem to intend into the same meaning. They each want to say something different. So there is an essential level of meaning which cannot be explicit in the extensional sense. It remains implicit in the intensional sense. It is an intensity because it is like an implicit force of meaning. It wants to say something, but this is more like a direction of meaning, a little like how a ball spinning on a rope always wants to fly off in a straight line, but instead continually moves circularly. When we compare "
Oedipus is Oedipus" and "The son of Jocasta is the husband of Jocasta", we might not be able to explicate the difference between their possible interpretations, but we can feel that each one wants to head-off in a different direction in how we receive their meanings.

If when reading Duffy we do not decipher an explicit meaning, do we really feel at a loss? Does he not communicate on an implicit and intensive level, for example, through direct affections and implicit bifurcations?

There is no text extending in his 'Set theory' piece. I would not even say it is an 'empty set', because Duffy is perfectly capable of using html script to create blank space in his posts. Intensional meaning is not a matter of an empty set; it is a contraction of the set into something infinitely narrow, extensionally speaking, but infinitely deep intensionally speaking. Perhaps a set theoretical sort of look at Duffy's works would be concerned with the contractions to points of non-extensional intensity, like his double comma innovation. We see

o ,, n
in his 'remand'. What we might ask is, in what way does the double comma place affective action on the rest of the text in such a way as to disrupt the extensions of the words around it, to shake them up and create new diagonal connections and ruptures between the words on the page? And in what manner is it an intensity that rips into the text and tries to make it twist and turn in new directions of development and potential interpretation? How does it act like a 'diagram' in the sense of serving mechanically to point out divergent paths for exploring the text? An intensional diagram does not 'map' onto a set of referenced objects; rather, it maps in the active sense of laying out the territories for meaning-paths. In a way, it is a 'dark precursor' that like branching lightning flashes out all the ways meaning can explode and fly out in lines of escape to new domains of meaning.

To explore this concept of a pre-explicative sign, consider if we feel pain in our back for example. It is perfectly valid to interpret that as a sign that we misused our bodies, perhaps from over or under use. Or, we could also interpret it as a sign that better care is in order. Both are equally valid interpretations. P
ain can be a source of vitality, especially if it motivates our survival responses to take up healthier behavior. The pain is an affective sign that in its immediacy is only intensive in its meaning. It cannot be denied as an affection, and it cannot be denied it is meaningful, but it can be questioned as to what it means, or we might otherwise say, how its intensities may be creatively explicated. Perhaps that's something interesting about this. We might think of the intensional intensity of the back pain to be a sort of pulsation of virtual interpretations. One of the ways I think Duffy's works succeed is with the richness of the virtuality of his meaning, and I think this has a lot to do with how the intensities, we might say the differentials, bounce forces throughout the work and continue shaking up its meanings. His continually differing combinatorics in cărbune [reviewed here] place parts of the text in continuously altering differential relations of co-appearance. Marvel at the mechanics at the original location; but here if I may is just a little piece of the highly innovative and ingenious poetry machine that Duffy built. It is really something from the future of writing.

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Bridging lip over sea b air this song

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[The above is a gear or two from Clifford Duffy's cărbune. See it there!]
They are the same parts, but never the same relations, and hence never the same intensional implications. What we have are continuous variations of intensive implicit intensionality, a drama of meaning-forces. A good work of literature we can read and reread, and each time get something new from it. This could be because it has nodes of intensity, like highly moving and dramatic scenes, which affect us profoundly, but in ways we are never fully able to grasp, yet each time we are able to say a little more about it. Also, other parts of the story we might not first appreciate, but on further readings find very intense. These scenes are not empty sets. They are set intensities. They are the intensive combustion engines that keep ejecting forces into the extension-sets of meaning to further fill them and shake-up their contents.


26 Apr 2011

No Reign May Be: Infinite Unsaying in Clifford Duffy's 'around'

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All images are screen-shots of Duffy's work, from:
http://recalltopoetry.blogspot.com/2011/04/around.html
May I thank Clifford Duffy for sharing his creations.


No Reign May Be:
Infinite Unsaying in Clifford Duffy's 'around'



Without words, without things: so, what else would remain? Heidegger famously wrote, "where words break off, no thing may be." If we did not have the word-meaning for 'beside', would our world have things one-beside-another? If we cross-out all our word-meanings and grammatical functions (like predication, 'The tulip is a flower, is yellow,') can anything in our world remain? Not only would all the namable things be crossed-out, so too would the possibility of making designations; for, to designate something, we need to differentiate it from other things in its context or against which it would be counter-defined (we might need 'dark' to know 'light'). But without grammatical-functions like predication, negation, and prepositional relation (dark lingers before light), can we even begin to have a world of things?

How might we further this line of thinking? Regarding the sentence, "where words break off, no thing may be," let's draw our attention to no thing. We could think of it as nothing, or perhaps as a 'no-thing.' What would a no-thing be? It is not a thing, but it is not nothing, either. And from this sentence, we would assume that a no-thing appears when words 'break off'. It could be that the no-thing was there even while there were words, but we only notice it when the words break-off and leave the no-thing standing by itself.

Such observations might be of interest when we consider the mechanics of language. When driving and we see a stop signal, our feet hit the brake without a second thought. It is as if there is no need to translate the meaning of the sign: the same way that one gear need not think about another gear in order for them to turn one another, our bodies too are like gears that react automatically to the signs we see. But first recall when we initially learned how to drive. When we saw the red, we did not automatically stomp our feet without hesitation. There were so many possibilities available. Where exactly is the brake pedal? We have to hit it without looking for it? But is not the gas pedal right next to it? If we hit the gas accidentally, our situation could become unpredictably catastrophic. Our body does not yet have the word-thing 'red means stomp on brake'. Instead, we have something much more interesting. But after we learn the meaning of the sign, there is no longer anything there. We hit the brake without the red, the stomp, or the stopping entering our attention. These are all very concrete real things in our world, and they are so much a part of our world that we do not notice them. But before they existed, before we had the word-meanings for these parts of our world, they were so much more, they were infinitely more, they could have been anything! Red could very easily have meant catastrophe as much as total safety and orderliness. In this case, words broke-off, but there was not nothing, nor was there a concrete something. Rather, there was a no-thing, an infinite non-something, a something = x to the power of infinity, or we might say, a thing = x to the nth power.

Recalling again us first learning to drive, we had to learn a new language, of sorts, the language of traffic signs, both customary ones, like traffic-lights and official street signs and signals, and also contextual signs, like seeing a fluid on the road and knowing this signals to us to slow down so not slip-off the road. But when first acquiring this 'vocabulary', we learn that the language-meanings we already know do not always help. We need to learn the new language, yet we are lost at first because we try to apply the languages we already know. Perhaps we first considered those mechanical reactions we knew from the language of bike-riding, but back-peddling or gripping the steering wheel does not brake the automobile. So when first learning to brake the car, we exhaust all the 'words' we have in the 'languages' we know, running through all the things already in our world. That does not mean only nothing remains! There is an infinity at the edge of these limits!: catastrophe or safety from death, happening by so many unforeseeable ways. When we exhaust the words of our language and the things of our world, what remains is infinite no-thingness.

So let's not interpret this no-thing as an absence. It could hardly be so! How is something infinite also something absent? This means then that when Heidegger speaks of 'saying,' which is also an 'unsaying,' we need not think that language (in how we feel it immediately) has anything to do with something missing from it. When first learning how to brake a car, it is not that we face a nothing or an absolutely foreign otherness. Language becomes exhausted. All its possibilities have run-through and run-out. At last!: the birth of the full and immediate no-thing, the absolute thing = xn. Please note the difference between thing = x and thing = xn (or no-thing = xn. Also consider the formulations sign = x and no-Sign = xn.) An extensional meaning refers to the things in the set it refers to. Oedipus, recall, married his mother. So 'son of Jocasta' and 'husband of Jocasta' refer to the same thing, the same object in a set, which in this case is a set with one member, the thing we also call Oedipus. But what happens in our minds and bodies when we say to ourselves, 'The son of Jocasta is the husband of Jocasta'? This does not give us the same feeling as when we say 'Oedipus is Oedipus' or 'Oedipus is Jocasta's son', for example. This is because even though both 'son of Jocasta' and 'husband of Jocasta' extend into the same meaning-reference (Oedipus), they do not at all intend the same meaning. The words and propositions in our language have intensional meanings as well as extensional ones. It is hard to define what an intensional meaning really is, but we might think of it as the impulses and tendencies for a meaning to want to reach-out into different suggested or 'virtual' implications. It is implicit rather than explicit, and in a way, it is inexplicably implicit, because it is difficult to formalize (those with superb analytical philosophical skills can in fact formalize this, as for example the remarkable contributions Roger Vergauwen has made to formalized intensional logic and semantics). So 'thing = x' might suggest that there is an unknown thing, or an empty set; in the case of sign = x, we might at first think of it as an empty reference, or we may even regard it to indicate that at the core of all signification there is absence, in the sense that absence is always a prerequisite condition for representation (for otherwise, if the thing were present, it would be mere presentation and not representation). But this is to regard 'x' only in an extensional way. When however x is to the nth power, this means that while no extensional meaning is designated, there is an infinity of virtual intensional meaning. It is not just that the x is an empty place-marker meaning that it could be filled by anything, but rather that it virtually is tending with infinite power to mean a great variety of things, like how the no-thing/no-sign of learning to brake a car virtually implies so many meanings, ranging from utter disaster to complete safety to so much else that it may prove itself to mean.

So let's consider a Deleuzean reading of Heidegger's philosophies of language, rather than one that follows a more post-structuralist leaning (I tried that here). Perhaps we see such an approach suggested in Deleuze's essay, 'An Unrecognized Precursor to Heidegger: Alfred Jarry' (may I thank Miguel Paley for bringing this text to my attention and for offering his research on it). A closer analysis is forthcoming. For now, let's look at the final line:
The thing is the limit of language, as the sign is the language of the thing. When a language is hollowed out by its turning within language, it finally completes its mission: the Sign shows the Thing, and effectuates the nth power of language, for
"where word breaks off no thing may be." (98d)
Let's return to this for a deeper explanation another time, after we conduct a closer reading of the article. For now, I suggest we turn again to Clifford Duffy's works in our effort to understand language in a Deleuzean way, in this case, what might be a poetic unsaying to the nth power.

Duffy's poem, 'around', says to us things about rain. But consider when we watch rain falling on a puddle. It has a chaotic pattern of falling. In one way, it is completely redundant, because it's just drop drop drop, every time. But also, its chaos makes it continually unique, which can entrance us, much like how this happens when we watch the dance of fire tongues, always repeating, while always unique and singular. Rain, in a way, is continually exhausted, having done the same thing in seemingly every possible arrangement and combination, and yet also somehow always uniquely this particular fall of drops. Rain, like fire, can give us this experience of the no-thing = xn. Having seen so much rain in our lives, we have exhausted all possible words to give what we witness. And yet, that does not mean we stop noticing the raindrop patterns. They keep giving to us something infinite, lying at the limits of language.



The falling of rain is cyclonic cycling, one that is as wild as a cyclone but cyclical in its self-exhaustive repetition, like the variational rhythm of these lines above, and the rhythm of space-text temporalizations, the breaks which make our eyes fall from line-to-line, word-to-word, in a rain-like way. This is rhythm in an intensive sense, as a something creating the feeling of motion by acceleration-changes. We do not feel motion when our train or car maintains the same speed. It is only when the speed changes that we feel ourselves move forward or backward. There is no such thing as a steady rhythm, at least it would not be a rhythm with any intensity.

The no-thing is not these gaps, nor would it be a sense that something is being left-out of these poetic lines. Where the words break-off is not the empty spaces. Those are words too, don't forget! Rather, the words here are in a continual state of self-breaking, of being cracked and self-differentiated. 'rain to rain' and 'rain on rain'. It is rain raining upon itself, as different unto itself. The word/thing 'rain' is self-broken from the beginning of its utterance/appearance. Rain unsays itself with each drop. That's how it keeps being rain. Something that repeats without changing has not actually reappeared. Something can only reappear if its next appearance is self-differentiated, so that it may stand-out from itself. This is not as simple as rain at time1 being different from rain at time2. Rather, rain1 and rain2 are found in time = 0; which is to say, rain varies from itself from the beginning and before any time has passed, and it is only on account of the tension, the intensity, of an imcompossible combination of differences between a self and itself that we get the power to create the motion of time. If there were no paradoxes right now, no contradictions, no things being themselves and not themselves, then everything will have stopped! There would be no power, no tension, no force for change. 'Becoming' is not a process of something moving from being itself to not being itself; no; rather; 'Becoming' involves something already from the start not being itself, and on account of that, it has the cause, reason, ground, motivation, and power to change itself.

Duffy's 'rains' here, are becomings: each is a self-difference upon itself; it is 'rain to rain' and 'rain on rain', where each rain is itself self-differential. And it is at least partly because each moment differentiates from itself that there is intensive rhythm and the unsaying of no-things to powers n-infinite (or put more simply, true becomings).

Following that first part is something like a pause in the rain or a calm before a storm, if you will. During such moments, we do not at all feel a lack, a lack of rain and storm. In fact, these are the moments we feel the weather most acutely, when it announces itself in its infinite no-thingness, in those moments we would exhaust all words to describe it, and instead just have a direct immediate affectual connection with the weather itself.



Now consider the raining of words to come.




Our eyes rain rhythmically down the text, again in self-differential repetitions. The poem goes through words we have that might exhaust the meaning of rain. It is a god, a faucet, a reigning, a goddess, a goddess raining by reigning /and/ reigning by raining, over the earth.

Loves have secret loves. Why is it each dropping is a repetition but self-differential? Like when watching fire, we love not just what we see, but the motions that continue arriving. We did not expect them, so the next moments we did not previously know that we loved. They are secret loves of our loves, and by giving to us each time these ever newer and newer secret loves, the rain repeats in a delightfully differential way.




Clifford Duffy. 'around.'
http://recalltopoetry.blogspot.com/2011/04/around.html


Gilles Deleuze. 'An Unrecognized Precursor to Heidegger: Alfred Jarry.' in Essays Critical and Clinical. Transls. Daniel W. Smith & Michael A. Greco. Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 1997.

18 Apr 2011

The Feeling of Clifford Duffy's News Machine

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At Clifford Duffy's the guattari complex, he posted a news poem of sorts:

The war machine the
http://guattaricomplex.blogspot.com/2011/04/war-machine.html

There are some interesting things going on in it, and it might be a new genre; or, if news poems like this already exist, his techniques might still have brought something new to it.

He in a way poetically follows the narration in a news story found here: [http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/africa/libyan-rebels-ask-do-they-want-gaddafi-to-win-2264963.html].
It describes NATO's accidental bombing of Libyan rebels.

Consider this part.



Our eyes glide down along the underscore-line, like the sleek and speedy path of a bullet. When the phonetics break in, with the emphasized MA of MAchine, we feel the physical impact of the bullet, and then we feel the path of the next one to follow after the end of the line. The / slash creates a bullet-shot-like temporal punctuation to the flow of text, as if the speaker is talking in the midst of a barrage of machine gun bullets.

The fragmented and chaotic nature of warfare finds expression in the breaks, pauses, and sudden changes in text presentation, bringing us into the jarring and violently dynamic motions of battle and into the the confused thoughts and feelings we might have under these circumstances.





In this part below, we are taken to the moment just preceding the bombing. The text begins in black. In midsentence and midword, the text falls to a shorter height, as if dropping to the ground to protect from incoming fire, or as if dropping under injury from it, as its change to red suggests. We have then the sliding underscore, still in red. It turns bold, as if blood accumulates slowly into a pool. The word 'blood' also appears in red. The blood-line continues until ending in an arrow. The blood of one wounded keeps flowing, even as we turn our attention to others fallen.



Between quotations there is poetic commentary, driving home points, thoughts, and feelings that no straight factual reporting is capable of conveying.



The slashes here below seem like erasures. In war, often there is no time to make complete sense of events. The slashes are like our minds scratching-out contradictions and unknowns in our thoughts, under the weight of the necessity for immediate action rather than reflection.



Here the breaks are like a crying person who must take deep breaths that interrupt his own flow of speech.



The feels, affects, demonstrations, and phonetic imagery in the following makes this scene something tangible and emotionally graspable.





When we read a straight news story, do we have all the necessary 'information' to come to a proper judgment of it? And when we read just news commentary, are we much better off dealing with someone else's processed opinions? To judge the situation, don't we need to have the sensations and feelings of the event? Would not news poetry like this better 'inform' us of events, by giving us more relevant sense-material for making sense of what went on?



Clifford Duffy. The war machine the.
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Word-Engine Fueling: Clifford Duffy's cărbune

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Clifford Duffy engineered a fascinating raw-coal-powered poem here at AntiOedipus: cărbune. It's quite a sophisticated poetic engine. I don't think you will find anything remotely like it anywhere else (except at Duffy's other blogs).

Let me just give a glimpse of the opening. The rest I cannot reproduce, because it is far too advanced for my primitive technologies.

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I show this to highlight one really remarkable thing about Duffy's innovation. The text moves left-to-right, but this gives us the words in sequence from the line's right-side to its left-side. In other words, we read backwards something given forwards. The fore is given aft and the aft fore. Perhaps we might consider a term, "aftfor" to mean, 'given dually in forwards and in reverse'. The aftfor presentation of the text overlays two lines simultaneously:
singing now Now Song
Song Now now singing
The part of our mind that organizes the words puts it forward, while the part of our mind that hears it gets it backward. What does this create in our minds then? For me, the second line that my mind organizes in forward arrangement, 'Song Now now singing', tells me that the poem is talking to me, it is the song herself that is now singing. But the first line, the line as my mind hears it, 'singing now Now Song', renders us the reader as the singer doing the singing, and brings us into the now moment of our recital, that very moment of us hearing these very lines. We are now singing a song that is now itself singing. We might read this prior sentence and get its meaning abstractly. But because of Duffy's motored text, we in fact experience that very thing, that mutual partnering of singers and songs both singing and being sung (to).

A bit lower, in fact, where there is the left-to-right moving text 'lip over sea b air', I not only read the words backwards and forwards at the same time, I also read the phonetics backwards too, like a record album played in reverse.



The other parts do not do this as much for me, but for some reason the simultaneity of the backwards and forwards phonetics sounds to me like "rare be easy over rappel" or some variation like that. And this is because of the eye-motions that dance in partner to the text's movement, as if the text were reading itself forward while we read it backward, stuttering the two together by making the text wind-back over itself. Between these divergent con-disjunctive voices is a depth of difference given in full immediacy, an intensity of sound and meaning. And this is just one part of many more motions happening at the same time!

I would like to point out some other things.

One is the combinatorics. The main two blocks of diversified language-motion seem to contain different independent streams. They are not coordinated so that the same simple general pattern repeats. In fact, I get the impression that each moment shows a unique configuration. Why is this important? I think it has much to do with the continuous variation in the dance of combinations and disjunctions. Words that were at one point read together might later appear apart from one another. And words at one point that do not coincide on the screen can at another moment in time be found concurrent. The poetry here then is not merely the words that appear on the screen. It is also in the rhythm of the combinations and disjunctions of flows and their parts, the pulling-apart and pushing-together of pieces.

In one part, moving left-to-right, there is a series of ||||| marks that first appear, trailed aftfor by 'dance.'



What I like about this, is we feel the dance before we read it, that is, we feel the dance as the flickering motion of the bars, and these bars as well dance in partner (in apartnership) to the other text-bands. It is to have the feeling of a meaning before seeing the meaning, a motor-tactile presentation of language like nothing else I have experienced, because it is not here just feeling the physical contours and textures of the phonetics, but feeling the actual meaning, feeling the style of the dance before it appears as a literal meaning. This makes it not just any dance, but this dance, which is a dance with the feeling of what we just sensed in the |||| motions.

Another amazing part is the final moving line, given in white, coming right below "I'm hearing your voice," and in fast small text reads "InSide of me Inside you YouInSide your NOW inside of me." This text is almost completely indiscernible in its entirety. I had to do a screen shot to get it all. Sometimes it disappears into the left boundary of the "I'm hearing your voice" above it. It is like a voice moving inside the other voice, not just metaphorically, but the voices in our mind while reading these texts also enter inside one another as the one visually escapes into the other



This poem also links to a song. So implied in the text's dancing is music with singing, and when played together, the voices of the text and the song overlay, each one of a different sort of world (text voice / sound voice), so they remain apart, but their simultaneity is a sort of bridge that links the worlds without reducing one to the other, bringing one voice inside the other without either ceasing to be incompressible with the other.

I also like the appearance of the 'inhalation' here.



The stylized 'h' aspires heavily, as if the word itself were breathing.

Duffy has other mechanically-enhanced poems that we should dig-up and marvel-at. More on that later.



Clifford Duffy. cărbune
http://antioedipus.blogspot.com/2011/04/raw-raw-coal-carbune.html

16 Apr 2011

And Intense: Clifford Duffy's 'and'

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A truly marvellous poem at Clifford Duffy's Fictions 4: and


Clifford Duffy. and


(Thanks very much, Clifford Duffy)

This poem should probably not be analyzed. I am unable to explain its magic. But I do not want to miss the opportunity to learn more about language by means of examining certain things in this poem.

The first thing I notice is the motion. I make gentle leaps from one line to the next, as if my eyes take flight and drop floatingly to the next line below. The gentleness I think comes from the phonetics. The sounds seem to reflect and allow us to move in a glide from one word or line to the next. Notice also the distribution, the space we feel as we sail between lines. Consider the melody it makes. For me, I hear the longer gap from the first to the second line as a somewhat profound drop in register. Now also consider the rhythm of the word stress. We might say it has a fairly consistent up-and-down flow to it. But notice also the speed changes. The lines toward the bottom are closer together, and so we read them in faster succession. For me, these rhythmic variations in speed also raise the pitch of the sound that the bottom three lines make. So going from lines three to four, I notice the most raising of pitch, for example, and these lines also happen to have the greatest speed of transition. Moving from line four to the final line five, our eyes need to move backwards, which slows the motion down a little, and like a plane slowing to land, the poem feels like it naturally slides gracefully to its ending stop.

In line four, there is an interesting temporalization, the extra space between 'ladies' and 'in care'. We might say we feel a tension in that gap, like a holding-back of language's saying. But is that so? What about the fact that all throughout, for the most part, up to that point, we felt a continuous flow? And yet here in the gap, the continuity is broken. But we still feel the inertia of the motion even after it breaks, like how when a car stops suddenly, we feel ourselves thrown forward even after the car fully halts. In other words, there is an intensity at work in that gap. In one way, our minds might aim to contract that gap by trying to bring the broken parts back together into the poem's flow, as if we could just forget the pause. But in another way, we feel the fullness of the intensities of that moment. So in the crack of that contraction is an enormous depth of poetic time. Then instead of thinking of this gap as having a tension created by an absence of text, we might instead think of it as an explosion of time and sense, coming from a singularity, namely, the contracted but profoundly deep crack in the flow.

Another remarkable part of my experience of this poem is the phonetic bifurcations. For example, in 'fluttering woof', I hear this conjointly as 'fluttering woof' and 'fluttering wolf', both somehow simultaneously, which is possible when we read it in our minds and have a split consciousness at that moment. Then there is a more orthographic and sense bifurcation in the final line. My eyes see both 'knight' with the 'k', but also in 'knight' is the word 'night', and I read it both ways simultaneously. This takes the interpretative machinery of our mind into two directions at once. These are also intensities. The text is intending to go different ways all at once, all in the same space or time, in a sense.

When language stands-out to us, whether because it is profoundly meaningful or aesthetically affective (or both), could this be largely on account of intensities such as the ones we analyzed here? If we think of our favorite line of poetry or our favorite part of a novel, can we attribute its power to its intensive forces?




Clifford Duffy. and. Fictions 4, dated 16-April-2011, captured here 17-April-2011.
http://fictions4.blogspot.com/2011/04/and.html



22 Mar 2011

Amazing New Clifford Duffy Innovations

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See more of Clifford Duffy's beautiful innovations. Here is a gorgeous word from a stunning poem, remand:

o ,, n

And here a lovely phrase

at's time's at


See his painting too:




And certainly notice his interactive innovation for this poem. I cannot reproduce it on my blog, so see it here in the poem 'turf'



After the 'of', there is space for the eyes to read, until getting to his time-modulating double commas. We might not notice that there is a cloaked hyperlink, 'war' taking us to another wonderful poem (place your cursor near the last double comma and click). But when I first read it, I did not see it. Yet I felt something in that place where the word was. I felt the immediacy of time, as has been the case lately when I read many of Duffy's works; he has been producing new time experiences. So I wonder, what is our experience of this poem? Does it change how we experience the temporality in that space of the invisible war? Does Duffy create a far greater temporal intensity using this technique? That is my impression. Without knowing of the hidden war, I felt the force of time while my eyes moved over that place. But now knowing it is a link to another poetry-world, it feels like so much more is given birth in that instant my eyes are in that spot. Do you feel it too? In that blank space, another parallel language world is expressing itself implicitly. What separates these worlds is not space, because they intersect the same place. When we look in the mirror and see a person appearing many years older than we had in mind for ourselves, we feel the depth of these many years all in that instant. Time is not the passage from the past to the present, but the feeling of the forces at war between these images. Perhaps when our eyes see both language worlds in the same place, we do not have the feeling that space lies between them, but perhaps forces of time do; we might think, for example, that it will take time for us to go from this poetry world to the hyperlinked one. But we feel ourselves already in that other world, even before going there; we feel that other world implicitly in this sentence. So we feel the time between the two language worlds right there in an instant where we see just a small spaceless point in the motion of the poem. Our space-time warping into this other world is not actualized, it is implicit, we feel ourselves being thrown in that direction, like how a ball spinning on a chain always feels itself being thrown in a straight line away from its circular path.



As Duffy's poems show, language can generate 'lines of escape' or 'lines of flight'. By doing so, we feel ourselves fly-off to another meaning-world, all while remaining within the immediacy of our given experience. So perhaps one way language produces time is by creating these lines of flight to other language worlds, which compresses the time between them into our immediate temporal experience. Do we feel this in Duffy's poems? There are other reasons they create time, but is this at least one of them?

12 Mar 2011

As Time Breathes

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Another beautiful time creation, Clifford Duffy's 'As' at The Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari. Here is a small piece. I feel language breathing time:


Blue as a river . Dark as a night. So the cloud . Bulk blue sky ask the anagram word. Of the
name . So the plateau rivers delivers its own self. Along the rink dark as the skater's legs,


and the ring between the sky and ocean ~ and lips over hips and the word as its vessel


ties fingers over thighs . and the ~



http://fictionsofdeleuzeandguattari.blogspot.com/2011/03/as.html


2 Jan 2011

Clifford Duffy's New Work on Time

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Another beautiful Clifford Duffy poem, "fantasy 2010 labour work" at ReCall to Poetry. But it's always best to see his works where they first appeared.

"fantasy 2010 labour work" by Clifford Duffy
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(Thanks so much, Clifford Duffy)

What about this new use of commas? Are they commas as pauses? Do these new usages of pauses free language's temporality?





Animated GIF is a glimpse of Clifford Duffy's "fantasy 2010 labour work" found at:
http://recalltopoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/fantasy-2010-labour-work.html

14 Jul 2010

Behold Poop On Freud: More Great Clifford Duffy Poems

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Clifford Duffy posts some great poems recently. Here's some from ":Two Stories" at The Fictions of Deleuze and Guattari:

Then Jill climbed to the top of Guattari and Deleuze and said : Behold Poop On Freud. And she read: In A/O Freud the Henry Adam of psychoanalysis. And then she thought haunt ever read Hamlet letters, thought about the grass, and China. And she was sick to death unto "despair" and closed the book. Oh she breathed better then.
____________She waked in her djinn bottle rambunctious to her blessed need. O kiss me woman on the bus. Yer bison bursting love.


Jill licked
her thuimb
becoming risible
invisible

ribbed round the
cage

of
the buttress of its need.