Her nickname, Pazuzu, came from La démon de la Tour Eiffel, a graphic novel by Jacques Tardi.
"I thought the headline today was
`Poet union offers to return to
work.' Too bad it wasn't."
--PAS, .plan of 10/09/02
Paula, i do like the idea of the poets' union
flexing its muscles, bringing society to a halt
by refusing to spin verse until conditions improve
there'd be scansion havoc & a gridlock of enjamb
ments & zeugma might even defect from syllepsis
next thing you know all onomatopoeia could
disappear below the surface of a sea of prosaicness
clunky thick theorists, hooked on the constant echo
of their poststructuralist pontifications, would
wantonly cross the poets' delicate lines without
so much as a caesura of chagrin, wanking on
as usual of signifiers and the signified, ontology
and contextualism and semiotic ya-ya, their metaphors
all clogged up together in puffy somnolent sentences,
their souls indifferent to the rapid drying up of imagery,
the flat-lining of sprung rhythm, the death of deliberate
idiosyncratic diction and joyful juxtaposition
i'm telling you, it would be ugly
we really ought just capitulate & give the poets
whatever they so eloquently may demand
Pazuzu's Poets
"I thought the headline today was
`Poet union offers to return to
work.' Too bad it wasn't."
--PAS, .plan of 10/09/02
Paula, i do like the idea of the poets' union
flexing its muscles, bringing society to a halt
by refusing to spin verse until conditions improve
there'd be scansion havoc & a gridlock of enjamb
ments & zeugma might even defect from syllepsis
next thing you know all onomatopoeia could
disappear below the surface of a sea of prosaicness
clunky thick theorists, hooked on the constant echo
of their poststructuralist pontifications, would
wantonly cross the poets' delicate lines without
so much as a caesura of chagrin, wanking on
as usual of signifiers and the signified, ontology
and contextualism and semiotic ya-ya, their metaphors
all clogged up together in puffy somnolent sentences,
their souls indifferent to the rapid drying up of imagery,
the flat-lining of sprung rhythm, the death of deliberate
idiosyncratic diction and joyful juxtaposition
i'm telling you, it would be ugly
we really ought just capitulate & give the poets
whatever they so eloquently may demand
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Date: Dec. 3rd, 2004 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Dec. 10th, 2004 04:53 am (UTC)I need to check w/
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Date: Dec. 10th, 2004 08:13 pm (UTC)