The Markson Project: Reader’s Block 19-22

Fighting with his wife, drunk, Paul Verlaine once threw their three-month-old son against a wall. (19)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #Drunk

Thumbed pages: read and read. Who has passed here before me? (20)
#Reader/Protagonist

Saint Thomas Aquinas was an anti-Semite. (21)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #Bigotry 
The first of many.

Only Bianchon can save me, said Balzac, near death.
Bianchon being a doctor in Le Père Goriot. (22)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #DMCastofCharacters #DMBookshelf #ThisIsTheEndMyFriend
How’s our Mandarin?

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The 17/18 Poems 44: Pleased

when the poem makes me uncomfortable 

I congratulate myself

when the poem doesn’t beg

and doesn’t scold

and is never memory’s fool

I am pleased

when it has an upright zeal

but doesn’t make my teeth hurt

I sign it without regret

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The Markson Project: Reader’s Block 15-18

Gray’s Elegy is 128 lines long. Gray spent seven years writing it. (15)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #DMBookshelf #Numbers

If forced to choose, Giacometti once said, he would rescue a cat from a burning building before a Rembrandt. (16)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #Fires #GreatsOnGreats

I am growing older. I have been in hospitals. Do I wish to put certain things down? (17)

Granted, Reader is essentially the I in instances such as that. Presumably in most others he will not be the I at all, however. (18)
#Reader/Protagonist

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The Snevets Stories 10: Telos

At some point in the investigation, years long now, it was clear–Snevets was himself pursuing something. What it was I couldn’t say. Originally I thought of each of his crimes as separate, but the Florida jobs, the jar in Tennessee, the Carolinas, and even Geneva were all building to something. The further Snevets went, each job needed the other more and more to make sense. If I could figure it out, I might be able to create the prison of mind I needed to catch him. Whatever the end game was for Snevets it obviously had existential import.

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The Markson Project: Reader’s Block 11-14

Anna Akhmatova had an affair with Amedeo Modigliani in Paris in 1910 and 1911. Late in life, not having left Russia again in a third of a century, she would be astonished to learn how famous he had become. (11)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #DMTimeline #DM Map
Rule: read the wiki article of any person mentioned.

In 1579, when Shakespeare was fifteen, the population of Stratford would have been little more than fifteen hundred. Is it a safe assumption that he knew the woman named Katherine Hamlet who fell into the Avon that summer and drowned? (12)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #DMTimeline #DM Map #Speculation

Emily Dickinson became so extravagantly reclusive in the second half of her life that for the last ten years she did not once leave her house. (13)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #OnlyTheLonely

Even among the most tentative first thoughts about a first draft, why is Reader thinking of his central character as Reader? (14)
#Reader/Protagonist

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The Snevets Stories 9: Answers

It’s hard to tell how dangerous a man like Snevets was. He definitely committed crimes, at least by the book. But were they crimes in spirit, his miscellany of violation? I’m not sure? That is perhaps why we chased him so hard? Neither his intention nor effect was clear. He was no counterfeiter, no thief, his methods were otherworldly, but certainly no grift. We were left to imagine his crimes and attribute sinister intent. Why did we pursue him? It could be, in the end, his only crime was not giving us answers?

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The Snevets Stories 8: The Shot

I shot at Snevets once. He looked hurt. The bullet went ten feet over his head. It was only a warning. But that look back; I will never forget his face. He was disappointed in me. I don’t know why? Why did he think we carried guns? There was something deeply conservative about him for all his flaunting of the law. And yet, the power of that look was such, I never shot at him again.

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The Markson Project: Reader’s Block 4-6

Church bells were already ringing, to announce the Armistice in November 1918, when word reached Wilfred Owen’s family that he had been killed in battle one week before. (4)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #DMTimeline #ThisIsTheEndMyFriend

Picasso made Gertrude Stein sit more than eighty times for her portrait. 
And then painted out the head and redid it three months later without having seen her again. (5)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons #DMGallery

Pablo Casals began each day for more than seventy years by playing Bach. (6)
#DMGuidetoIllustriousPersons


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The Snevets Stories 7: A New Approach

At some point, it occurred to me that I had been going about things all wrong. I’d been trying to capture Snevets the man, the body. And for years, I’d failed. The only thing that could hold Snevets was a prison of mind. This approach would be tough though. I knew police work, but I had a lot of studying to do to be interesting enough for Snevets to even sniff at me.

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Racists of America Club Note #28: Field Trips

What if RAC starts simple? Just a guy forced to attend diversity training twice at work, which prompts  him and his friend to start trying stuff. They do “field trips”. The intuition is that they need to be able to “feel” race. They go to black Christian fellowship groups (like the one in the Netflix documentary The Family). They go to a black church that was blown up. They visit border detainees, stay in a plantation re-creation, they go to the islands off Africa where ships left from. They accept the “I forgive you for slavery certificate” from a black right-wing politician. They head toward whatever experience is most cringy.   

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The Snevets Stories 6: Paperwork

How do you write this one? You wouldn’t guess it, but I spend about 90% of my time on paperwork. Case file after case file. Each and everyone seems impossible as you begin, for you know the crucible of boredom you must endure to complete one. The Snevets casefile was two levels of impossible beyond that. It required you to write the incredulous. For each entry, a believable lie wrestled in my mind to fill the space. The truth rang false, fanciful. The unit, my superior, the whole profession was anything but fanciful. Imagine trying to tell Sam Spade about the unicorn you’d seen yesterday. My mind goes blank. Could Snevets and his gift with words even write this? I stare at the objects on my desk for half an hour. A stapler, a picture, an elephant figurine. Nothing. I go for coffee, and will try again.

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Personal Ethic 7: FI

I wish, when I was starting my financial life, that I’d paired finding a profession with the pursuit of financial independence, FI. Someone who is good at living on a budget, saving, and spending 10 minutes a day learning about money, is able to live a good quality life while progressively reducing the need for a profession to pay for it. 

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The 17/18 Poems 42: The Bed

all summer long we sat in bed

reading into his mattress

the western canon

vindicating the whimsy

of a long dictatorship

the garish epaulets

the medal of conceivable bravery

the cross of smugness

the silver star of Whitman, the liberator

until fall, autumn breaking our pact

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Racists of America Club Note #26: Borges

If I tried to go the narrative route, are there any message stories to draw on? Borges draws on philosophic concepts. Although in Borges, he’s not arguing anything. His stories aren’t created to expound a philosophy. Philosophy is a prop for the story. Borgesian fiction is the exact opposite of what I’m trying to do.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 21: When I Was In Love and Out of All Else

It took me a long time to figure out why I like this poem. The title alone kills me. I’ve made up a story about how it relates to the actual poem, but I’m less than 50% confident on it. I also love that it captures how much goes on in one’s mind mid-sentence. We have to wait for an inner dialog or narration to find out what must must be awful. When we finally find out, it’s unexpected, sweet, and mean, all at the same time.

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Personal Ethic 6: Decoupling Money and Work

The least helpful advice I received from adults was to ‘do what I love’. The advice isn’t necessarily bad for everyone, but it didn’t work in my case. I really started to make progress when I treated doing what I love and how I support myself as two separate questions. The professions I gravitated toward tended not to pay well. I think the most extreme was when I tried to write poetry for a living. I started to put more time into making poetry pay than actually writing poetry. What worked better was to find a profession I didn’t hate that gave me plenty of autonomy and free time. That seemed to be the best deal I could cut. Moreover, I enjoyed what I loved more without the pressure of having it support me.

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Uncollected 74, Can Peace Be Interesting Enough to Endure?

nobody said how boring dishes 
sitting in their cupboard would be
it all felt right and ordered for a while
the bowls were full, warm
contentment rose like vapor
from the table
and on the streets
the nods, the glances
the fellow feeling
and commerce did thrive

what would it take 
for this to be forever?
can one write a poem
for a peace that lasts?
not one written
in the bosom of strife
but a poem for peace
after years of peace.
a poem whose desire 
remains undiminished,
a poem that longs 
for what it already has.

there is a book about peace 
in the Bible
that no one ever reads
things happen for sure
but there aren’t the stakes
no plague of boils 
or a pillar of salt
peace is promised
only as a tonic 
to our worldly suffering
and that promised salvation
lasts forever
there is no book in the Bible
that hints how we might
endure this salvation.

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Personal Ethic 5: The Productivity of Experiences Compared to Goals

I initially worried that I wouldn’t accomplish as much using experiences, but paradoxically, I’ve accomplished more. Here are my guesses as to why.

  1. The desire to keep working: I don’t experience burn out or discouragement like I did under my goal paradigm. With larger goals, I was keenly aware of how far I was from accomplishing them. That can be discouraging. After I switched, I still have goals but more as an excuse to have a certain kind of experience.
  2. The goal posts don’t move: Another problem with goals is that after the immediate high of accomplishment, you don’t really feel that different. Goals have this illusion of completion that they never come through on. All there is after any goal is another goal. Now that I focus on experiences, each day is about renewing the things that make me feel like me. There is no illusion that what I have done is finished. The work is the reward, the renewal. 
  3. Losing that deep concentration of focusing on one or two goals at a time worried me the most. So much progress is made with that focus, especially the initial burst. What I didn’t realize before was the trade off for that progress was losing sight of my other goals. For example, if I spent three months drafting a collection of poems, I did almost nothing else. Once I had time to return to my other goals, I had forgotten the reasoning behind some decision, forgot something I’d already learned, or lost contact with someone who was helping me. Switching from one goal to the other, I would lose a lot of momentum. Now all my efforts have more continuity. This might not work for everyone. You have to be able to compartmentalize. It is also hard not to throw everything else to the side when a bout of inspiration comes. I’m still working on that one. 

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Uncollected 73, Propofol

Jim was minus his head
and looking for something
nice to say
propped up in his bed
45° of cogency
addressing his doctor

Kate, I love
your Negro otherness
having a bird in the basement
made me rethink the day

well, he tried
as we all do
to say something honest
to be well-received
I felt a-Jim

a few hours later
Jim has found
his head 
the bubbles have
left his thought
that worries me
I am again
scared of his mouth
and its intentional offense

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Racists of America Club Note #24: Character

But while the diagnosis is clear, the solution is obviously much harder. I do think it essentially comes down to character. You cannot have Socratic mouthpieces. These need to be characters that you make the reader feel are real, that we have known or can recognize as true to our lived experience. You need to think about who these people in your story are. Sit down and think about their backstories and what has brought them to the present moment of your story. Ask yourself what their greatest fear or hope is. What’s their greatest shame? What’s their biggest wound in life, or their greatest joy? Where did they grow up and why is that significant? What’s the one thing they’ll be thinking about or remembering on their death bed? Not all of this will actually appear in the story, but they will help you get to know your characters. These questions will give context and complexity to the way in which you write/present them in the present narrative of your story. -WF

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Strange Faces Other Minds 19: Among the Musk Ox People

They were aesthetes, which means
I was forced to eat a hard peach,
commissioned to paint a twelve-foot abstraction
based on watching host cells collaborate
in bacterial infection, and at night
chewed the soles of their mukluks
till they were soft again.
If I ventured outside the igloo
and saw a celebrity,
I felt so inferior
I wanted to die.
To conceal my envy
I was given dark glasses.
If, on ther other hand, I encountered
someone to whom I was vastly superior,
one of those ill-clad, raving, wandering hags,
I felt ashamed and wanted to die.
To appease my guilt
they were given by the Elders a little of my grub.
If I met with an Ordinary,
someone not dissimilar to myself,
with dissatisfactions roughtly the same,
I felt the world was senseless
supporting so many look-alikes
and again I asked to die:
life reached a maddening peak
out there on the ice when
we were hunting and could move only our eyes.
Still, like a seal reaching his blowhole
in the dark, every seventy-two hours
I came to my senses for thirteen minutes
and continued to live with the knowledge
that deep in the oyster bed of blood
layered spheres continued to build round
my name, cold, calciferous, and forgotten.
When The Giant Orphan At The Bottom Of The Sea
appeared in my dreams,
demanding I write the story
of three generations of Ox women
resulting in the birth of a performance artist,
I knew I would need a knife, gun, needles,
kettle, scissors, and soap,
and gave up, at last, my finest skins.
I made my escape across the shrouded inlet
away from those who believe that outside
our minds there is only mist,
and with my skills at flensing
never feared for the future.

I get a little lost in Mary Ruefle’s poem toward the end. But the middle is so good I don’t even care.

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Personal Ethic 4: Goals vs. Experiences

I used to structure my to-do list around goals. One problem of making a list of goals was the narrowness of focus. I’d end up spending most of the day on one or two big ones. Say I was focusing intensely on writing a collection of poems, that goal would take up the major part of the day’s actions. I would get deep into the mindset of a writer, which was initially thrilling. It motivated me for two or three days, but after that I had to suppress parts of myself to enable that deep concentration. I would begin to crave learning something new or miss spending time with my family. In my forties, I started to orient my day around experiences. It took some experimentation but I’ve settled on this list: creating something, learning something, working on my relationship with my wife, fostering relationships with my family and friends, engaging with my physical body, working on my financial health, contributing to the benefit of the wider world, and accomplishing something at work. If my day touches on each of these experiences, I end it feeling complete. 

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Uncollected 72, Staring into South America

looking haggard
a dream of summer shade
a body is one of those weird places
you find yourself again and again

the man on a platform
addressing a crowd
cultivates errors of speech
how dearly the lives of the dead
the early morning light on their wings

there are birds of prey
and birds of prayer
both at home
in the same yellow sky
only their beaks shaped different
the dream of shade 
versus the dream of shadow

a man and a woman
build a garden between,
a river in repose
through the valley
the locusts come to chrr
in the late afternoon

South America, a myth to itself
no place really
a span of black feathers
an iridescence
a shadow play
screened on a valley floor
circling forever
high in the Altiplano  

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Strange Faces Other Minds 18: Jim Trueblood: Father of the Year

I have a weakness for poems like this that permute the same words over and over again. See Seed Poem by Charles Stein I posted earlier. This hits that same craving. I heard the recording first. I’m not sure if that helped me read this one better than I would have otherwise. Either way, check out the recording linked to by the poem’s name on the Poetry Foundation’s website. Kearney kills the reading.

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Personal Ethic 3: A Different Holiday

Serbia has an interesting Christmas tradition. It is said that what you do on Christmas determines how you’ll spend your year. So on that day, you do many different things for a short period of time and you are intentional about which things. My wife is Serbian so this tradition is part of our family’s celebration. And note, that because Serbia is on the Orthodox calendar, this is a separate day from 12/25, the Protestant and Cathothlic Christmas. Strangely, I now look forward to Orthodox Christmas more than the Christmas of my youth. It has even changed the way I think about my non-Christmas days. What makes it so wonderful is the focus on experiences, not outcomes. The other is that I do a little of everything. It connects me, in a single day, to the variety of experiences that make me feel whole. 

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Uncollected 71, As Answers Run From Their Questions

I kissed his mouth 
it tasted like bananas
and thus our will 
and fate
did so contrary run

some people enjoy
verbal pleasure
and employ long sentences
letting water spill sweetly
past the lips

if a poem has no conceit
the emphasis falls
on reality: square, severe
the words now stretched

I remember Portsmouth
sleeping, the window open
and it felt like the sea coming in

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The Social Unit 13: Productive Inequality

Some people value material things more than others. Their drive to acquire a greater share is extremely productive. Not just for them, but for everyone. It increases the productive capacity of the social unit. However, there is a point at which the inequality no longer provides any marginal productivity. Further the inequality becomes politically destabilizing. The question is not how does a social unit rid itself of inequality, rather what levels are productive and stable for the social unit. 

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Racists of America Club Note #22: Aping

My brother and I had an uncomfortable encounter doing some fine dining at the Brown hotel in Louisville. Our waiter was white, but his assistant was an older black man. At some point, the assistant came up to clean the table. He complimented us on our suits, complaining that nowadays a lot of people abuse the dress code. He made a bit of small talk and left, but what was uncomfortable was the feeling that he was aping for us. It is interesting that an exaggerated display of deference made us feel as ashamed as being called out

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The 17/18 Poems 41: Four Paws

when to a the what 
you might well know,
four paws.
in this trap again 
are we?
let’s not begin with goodbye
you know the interesting thing
about collision 
is it’s so mutual
stop trying to right the wrongs
of law and love
the children of man
are naked and featherless
feeble and querulous
and you want to be 
Moses on a motorcycle

don’t think it isn’t a junkie fall
many wish life was just 
one long blow job
but there are dimes
on the eyes of the walking
there is a poetry
to that kind of blindness
the world says no,
and all they hear is yes, yes, yes

four paws, listen to me
this net is a visible sign 
of my continued support
it’s old sad music 
always comes into major
sometimes the second chance
come first
there are opportunities here
for a comfortable earth 
and sumptuous heaven
there is now parking 
free parking
in Jerusalem

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Personal Ethic 2: The To-do List

Living with a daily to-do list can be great or terrible. I have noticed the difference between feeling motivated by my list versus grinding under its tyranny isn’t how many things I actually do. It’s only how much I do relative to the length of the list. Said differently, what matters is expectation. Therefore, the number of things I put on my list is important. I don’t write down everything I want to do. That list is endless and saps my will to work. On the other hand, I try to write down enough to push myself to be productive each day. Judging what my productivity sweet spot is can be difficult. It is much better to err on the low side though. When I finish my to-do list early, I usually have the motivation to continue working.

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Uncollected 70, Bad Case

One time I got a bad case of “the man”
I started telling my poems what to do 
like I owned them
slapping stanzas on the backside
as they walked by- What? It was a joke?
My privilege got out of hand,
I was micro-aggressing every line
and messing up all the pronouns.
There were repercussions of course
a heroic couplet threatened
to cancel me and go authorless.
I hated doing it
but I had to mansplain
the nature of the poet-poem relationship
right before rewriting that couplet 
in blank verse
who uses heroic couplets anyway?
Everything’s good now.
I reflected. I read some books
the whole incident brought out the best
in this white male savior

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The Social Unit 12: Poliecon

Much of the problem of money in politics (and vice versa) is that the two systems theoretically pretend to operate independently. Your amount of political power is not supposed to affect the amount of money you have, and the amount of money you have isn’t supposed to affect the amount of political power you have.

We all know this isn’t true in practice. Many have differing opinions about how great the effect is, but I don’t think anyone would credit that there is no effect. We need to start treating the two systems as a single dynamic system. We should not have the two sciences, Economics and Political Science. We should be looking at Political Economics. (I like Poliecon instead.)

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Occasional Verse 12: Someone Compares your Poem to a Poet You Don’t Like

That’s a compliment that is hard to take. 
Remember, it comes from a good place.
And that place must be messed up
because there is no way
I write like that. No way.
…or do I? This compliment is really
starting to suck. I work so hard
not to sound like that poet. 
Yet I’m falling into it while trying to back away.
Falling headlong into the prophesied mediocrity.
Writing myself into oblivion.
All by my own hand.
Damn it! This is so greek.

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Racists of America Club Note #21: Get Out Of Slavery Free Card

In the nineties when I was in high school, my stepfather listened to a lot of Rush Limbaugh on AM radio. One day I was walking through the kitchen and Rush was discussing the reparations question. He had a guest on the show whose name I wish I could remember. The guest, as a prominent black businessman, thought the idea of reparations was ridiculous and promised to send anyone who contacted him a certificate pardoning them for slavery. The idea seemed so preposterous to me, but there was also poetry in it as it perfectly embodied a white fantasy.

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Strange Faces Other Minds 16: “Any fool can get into an ocean…”

I have to be honest this poem wasn’t love at first site. I’m not sure what it was. I think it had something to do with the the language not really projecting the authority to make the kind of declarations it makes. But it’s famous enough so that you hear run into it a lot, and slowly it got its hooks in me. Check it out here at the Poetry Foundation’s website.

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Notes On A Personal Ethic 1

I mean “ethic” more as how shall I live rather than as what is right and wrong. It is roughly how I organize myself daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly. A lot of these observations overlap with personal productivity literature. However, the telos isn’t productivity, it is living a better life. The scope is bigger than simply moral improvement. Living a good life must also address questions of meaning, satisfaction, engagement, and fulfillment.   

Uncollected 67, There Was The Time

There was the time 
we thought we knew better but didn’t
There was the time 
our indecision made everything fall apart
There was a time
and a time after that

Once we made the powerful and brutal
more powerful and brutal
Once we lost interest
halfway through
Don’t forget the time 
we did it on the cheap,
or the time we gave them
what we thought they needed
not what they asked for

Regrettably,
there was a time
we gave them refuge
but no home
and, how did we not 
see this coming,
the time business interests
co-opted better intentions

Apologies, apologies, 
more apologies
and still there was the time
we gave them something
they didn’t know how to use
and there was that time
the worst time
we gave them something 
so precious
they killed each other for it

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