Tuesday, October 17, 2006

David Gatten at The Poetry Project


Last night David Gatten joined a cast of readers at St. Mark's Church to give a group reading of Fernando Pessoa's poem, "Maritime Ode". He also showed his recently completed films *What the Water Said* and *Shrimp Boat Log*.

*What the Water Said No.'s 4 & 5* presents a log (of sorts) of film stock as "treated" (i.e. battered, crumpled, and punctured) by the Atlantic Ocean, off the coast of the Carolinas. While others have made similar treatments before, Gatten's seems unique in its inclusion of soundtrack--which snaps, crackles, pops and even bangs--as well as his dating of the film as if the film were the Ocean's log-book or diary itself--what the water said being conveyed by the marks left on the soundtrack of the projected film stock.

If *What the Water Said* is a clever literalizing play off one of T.S. Eliot's sub-titles to "The Wasteland," *Shrimp Boat Log* is intriguing for its signalling or blinking form, the intermittances of various footage including shrimp boats crossing the center of the screen and leaving wakes, and brief glances at a log book. Like a less spastic version of Brakhage's lapsing-blinking camera, Gatten's camera and editing technique in *Shrimp Boat Log* give visual rhythm and form to coastal life--a native feeling for signals both perceptive and cultural, organic and technological. As in his nine-part *Secret History of the Dividing Line*, I also find Gatten's *Shrimp Boat Log* compelling in the way it gives particular shape to a viewer's reading experience--where often the viewer has mere seconds, if that, to read from a log, and so reads a few words at each viewing interval.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Our Number of Wolves (The Fate of Number)


Our number of wolves
Say slay aloud the sun
Schism wait for grace
To arrive sound forms

Shine shine shine
Shone shone shone
Estray driven estray
Tones obey warp

Protect descent from dark
You want I want we want
Resonance seek tragic feet
Two gongs reap sheet metal
From the mind's place

Two notes two tones sweetly
We walked until the waves
Were sisterly out of a great
Darkness steps cocooned
Honey veiled heard myrrh

Gowns do flow sovereign
Red love less sighted
Than what actually sounds
Number lives in the head
Breath rings wreaths around

What petals steps desire words forge words
From cedar towers honey sips the bee
Hymen followed by attendants
Who'll measure her breath for breath
If anything were first tones would be fate

This simple number no fate destroys
The heart's breath two children lay
Down in the heart of white white face
Of hovering night life's a spherical
Music singing its single note to phase

If anything were first this would be first
To descend from the one from the one one intones
Two tones one note the simple petals adorn time
Singing life not only about it
Say we are word and meaning united
You are thought and I am sound.

The Fate of Number (Revision)

--for Alain Badiou & Gilles Deleuze

So the mind must make one and can't make one
So we must love one another and love the abstract
So this is a notion of what subjects are together an inter-subjective
Ground of love so there must always be
Love for the one mind so the mind is what we love
To the second degree so the eyes are the first sign
We see of the mind the eyes and their cancellations
So there are words a mind sees itself blindly.

Why can't one one be one one be
Why can't one one and one one be two
One and one only one no numericity
In the outside none inside the movement
Of the all so each multiplicity
Destroys number to save number.

So there are words a mind sees itself blindly
We see of the mind the eyes and their cancellations
To the second degree so the eyes are the first sign
Love for the one mind so the mind is what we love
Ground of love so there must always be the inter-subjective
So this is a notion of what subjects are together
So we must love one another and love the abstract
So the mind must make one and can't make one.

When that a wide wood was

"We are word and meaning united.
You are thought and I am sound."

*

"That is why this too must be the criterion for rejection or choice: whether you are willing to stand guard over someone else's solitude, and whether you are able to set this same person at the gate of your own depths, which he learns of only through what steps forth, in holiday clothing, out of the great darkness."
--Rainer Maria Rilke

The Movement of Movement (Revision)


--for Maya Deren

The mother of us all mother is movement first movement
First as dance is naked the naked form of movement a space
Where things no longer can be put simply put is time
Transfigured for the body the body arrested transfigured
To rest in the edit cut cut to a dance on film is something
First as dance is naked the naked form of movement a space
Where things no longer can be put simply put is time
Transfigured for the body the body arrested transfigured
To rest in the edit cut cut to a dance on film is something
Where things no longer can be put simply put is time
Transfigured for the body the body arrested transfigured
To rest in the edit cut cut to a dance on film is something
Transfigured for the body the body arrested transfigured
To rest in the edit cut cut to a dance on film is something
Different a difference to edit this to fall to ascend
In grace some other affirmation the mother of us all born
Different a difference to edit this to fall to ascend
In grace some other affirmation the mother of us all born
In that movement first movement of movement the empty
Difference a difference to edit this to fall to ascend
In grace some other affirmation the mother of us all born
In that movement first movement of movement the empty
Body the body before the body was the body the body after
A difference different to edit this to fall to ascend
In grace some other affirmation the mother of us all born
In that movement first movement of movement the empty
Body the body before the body was the body the body after
The body was the body ever lightened by film and light.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

All Eyes (Piece)

All eyes were tears
To hear soothsayers the better
All ears issue from
A shady place on the syllogism

Channels divide
Attention span from
Disinformation
Shock and awe from say
On the sets of consent.

*

"Fuck the people"
He wrote

The cogito is also
Something to be seized

They're vanished into
The capillary

Functioning of power
Multiplicity's

A fancy hung
On the nail of spectacle.