December 5, 2016 brought a crew of poets to mulled wine and green M and M's. I drank coffee and everything else but went light on cheese and crackers. The words of poet Sampson Starkweather on transcontemporation were clearly pronouncements warmed in canned soup with red labels. I didn't want to get into it (I mean he wasn't there). Everyone had solidarity and fearlessly continued to use any word found in the English language. This helped some but not a whole lot when your poem was a translation seen through the cleashay of beveled glass. Adam Tedesco, who was there got the name, Dale Chihuly, on the first try. I was fumbling stumbling per usual (name, what is in a name?) but once the praise of MassMoca by Adam and Dawn Marar and the wearabouts of Anna Kberg was determined the AGAPW continued. I was at the Seattle sited Chihuly Garden of Glass a few weeks before and while looking at and beyond glass overhead ceilings I though, wow, what a perfect representation of the Transcontemporation Impulse, since the fractured artist beholding views were obviously multi-prompted at their various cells of academia and poetry were only a surface in the variphased bubble and, not to be slighted, not all of it. The photo below exhibits the transcontemporated space-time impulse. Part wall, part ceiling, light and unlit partings at right angles, filtered through camera lens and yes my friends effected by how tall I stand.
One of the language questions I had for the transcontemporated poem was of course the fading across space-time of the recognized idea. Words as moods mean lost possibles like an Apple commercial about lemmings or watches. It would be slap-stick to set up the old infinity in watches pose. I continue to prefer the universal.
BAILEY
BRIDGE (Sir Donald Bailey b 1901)
down in the crawl space
under the porch
no cliff dwellers
in this clime
spatiotemporally
both
space and temporal
spaitum tempor
(space-time)
look out
portable, pre-fabricated, truss
available
field consulting
on bridge
applications
Alan Casline
December
5, 2015
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