Robin Blaser
Moments
Thematicists think it all makes sense
Plato fucked the middle voice
Wilde said, 'Either those drapes go or I go'
bp : 'death words : "what I meant to say was"'
McCaffery : 'abstract ruin'
our battle with the book is our Buddhist battle
from charles bernstein:
"Robin Blaser’s poems are companions on a journey of life, a journey whose goal is not getting someplace else, but, rather, being where you are and who you are, where you is always in the plural.
In the plural might be a good motto for Blaser’s courageous and anti-declamatory poetics, his profound continuation, deep into the darkening heart of contemporary North American poetry, of Emily Dickinson’s core value: "I’m nobody. Are you nobody too?" For Blaser, it is not only nobody but also no mind, or "no" mind, for this is a poetics of negation that dwells in pleats and upon folds. Pleating and folding being Blaser’s latter day, Deleuzian, manner of extending his lifelong project of seriality.
Blaser’s work constitutes a fundamental part of the fabric of the North American poetry and poetics of "interrogation," to use his term. Compared to his most immediate contemporaries, Blaser has pursued a different, distinctly refractory, willfully diffuse, course that has led him to be circumspect about publication. As a result, it was almost 40 years from his first poems to the time when The Holy Forest began to emerge as one of the key poetic works of the present. Indeed, Blaser’s lyric collage (what he calls "the art of combinations" in a poem of that title, alluding to Leibnitz) seems today to be remarkably fresh, even while his engagement with (I don’t say commitment to) turbulence and turbulent thought seems ever more pressingly exemplary. Blaser’s work seems to me more a part of the future of poetry than the past."
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