In preparing entry for an ucoming Gasher chapbook series I was diverted at the end by the craft statement that evoked the process in the chap entry and outdistanced it when later none of it could be believed.
Craft and synopsis
Belief in the work makes it happen and if the lines live long enough they prove themselves to evoke the first vision that provoked them. it is a memory trove that is the most important, seeing of the thing, which may begin in a flower or a color and be changed into a world. the only proof of a method is an inventory of the success of those lines that do that, so synopsis and craft of lines would be an anthology of all the lines of all time any one has written that echo in the mind, like the word incarnadine. and since everyone's anthology will be different it is a fair question and attempting to answer, even if it cannot. I began to write out of an inner enthusiasm and was given a work sheet of the Provençal forms to progress through that years later were called daring. the forms catalyzed greater heights of emotion by structure. I did not go on and on with these but the structures seeped into everything I wrote thereafter, even into scholarly essays where sudden juxtapositions of images and sounds might light a fire, for, with all appreciation of water, I wanted to light a fire, even if it was made of water. So I wanted to do this in the instant and in long forms too, so I wrote a long Spenserian poem and at the same time held back poems for decades because one word was wrong. In the end the structures dissolved, were absorbed into instants. Biology has a lot to do with craft, brain pathways, crimped make no ones, slurred speech leads to insight language, as if misspelled words were epiphanies. These moments carry emotional severities that without saying so need to be shielded from the young lest they be Werner-infected. All of this to say I am and having been swimming in a sea of words at differing depths and among those like and unlike myself. The sea is not just English, it is a sea of sound from the first Ma Ma Pa Pa. The dive is my tool of inquiry to find out where we are, so misfortunately we have to think and philosophize our insights against every human thought, image, call, and life and we have only that for our craft to synopsize.
Later i found this one: I am involved, belatedly realized, in an attempt to write the opposite of pseudonymity against all the authorial malfeasance totaled in Kierkegaard, Kafka, Borges and Kill Author, or, as taken from the prophets who always find themselves caught between worlds, none better than Daniel, written half in Aramaic and half in Hebrew, who lived as native and captive, using Babylonian and Palestinian calendars. So as Kierkagaard says he is none of his voices, and as they say of Shakespeare he is none of his characters, I am all of mine and seek to show this in the form undertaken, from which this submission came.
