Throughout all the somewhat frantic busyness leading up to Test and the Quartermain interview, etc., I've been making sure I take some time to write each day, just to keep in touch. I've mostly been editing, which means deleting heavily and trashing a good many poems. My manuscript, which was close to twenty pages, is now down to eight (or possibly ten). I like the push-pull of improvisation and discovery and then refocusing. This is definitely a "pull" phase, and it feels good. Anyway, I found myself buying a grey Duo-Tang for the MS, which I suppose means something.

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Wonderful! As for my MS, I am eying a grey super-heavy-duty Rubbermaid garbage can. My shredder will look lovely mounted on top. Worry not, I'll recycle every shred.
Hey, I wonder if anyone has used a shredder as a compositional aid. Would it work? I mean, that would be cutup writ extremely small, wouldn't it?
Anyway, I don't believe you.
Talk to what's-his-beaulieau about the shredder as compositional tool.
A shredder.
Now, there's a multi-media project. Shredded lines/words placed on grey papered poems. By gosh, you two are simply brilliant.
As for manuscripts--lets not talk about those.
This shredderific discussion reminds me of a piece in the recent Supernovas show at the WAG - artist Eric Lesage shredded a dictionary and is reassembling it in a series of woven panels.
found work is worrying me. lately. more. and reassembling, and kenneth goldsmith.
back a while ago this idea: people can make their own meaning and meaning is a product like those produced by capitalism (i'm sure you will recognize this terribly inept paraphrase of mccaffery). poets can build a can of spaghetti and it will be alive with imputed meaning. (i have a feeling this is sounding sarcastic; if so, not meant).
barrett watten also speaks in a worrying way about the relationship of art to capital (long essay published as a chapbook-- can't remember the title offhand).
it's just worrying me. does this worry anyone else?
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