Archive for January, 2008

1.31.2008

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , on January 31, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

Midnight Postscript (an excerpt from the poem by Franz Wright, from his book ILL LIT)

How I love the night.

It should always be
night, and the living with their TVs,
vacuum cleaners
and giggling inanities silenced.

. . .

from now on I have entered
and live in our unspoken words.

And the space I took up in the world scarlessly closes like water.

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1.30.2008

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , on January 30, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

Song of the Open Road (an excerpt from the poem by Walt Whitman)

From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.

To The Authors (A Note, If Your Words Are Used)

Posted in To The Authors (A Note If Your Words Are Used) on January 30, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

I wanted to post something as a reference to anyone whose words I put on this site, for this project. While this will not apply to all, I thought it a good idea just in case–

If you find that I’ve posted something of yours here, whether a few lines or an entire poem or whatever might be used, and either I have made an error in accurately noting the source in any way, or if you would not want your work to appear on this site, please leave a comment or e-mail me and I will be more than willing to take down any material of yours that you’d rather not appear here.

Thank you.

RS

Erasures

Posted in About (An Introduction) with tags , , , , , , , , on January 30, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

We steal, mostly, our definition of an erasure from Derrida, from Heidegger’s lines, and so on.

An erasure for us is something that cannot be fully explained or perhaps cannot even hope for the beginning of an explanation, yet it must be acknowledged. We must continue, as we always have, to use whatever tools are at our disposal, however rudimentary or complex, to build ideas, communicate ideas, destroy them, mock them, adore them, sanctify them, worship them, and in all ways give them meaning, no matter how short our meanings may fall from the one desired.

This blog is an effort to find and share the words that prove that a life walked in erasures is a great one, perhaps the greatest one. Art, to the humble creator of this little project, is the pursuit of the highest meaning and truth in things; the acceptance that all things truly must be written ‘under erasure’, but that what comes after is one of the highest endeavors of the human mind.

To be more tangible-

Here, on this page, every single day, you will find words that, I hope, will move you. Whether they show you the greatest or worst things words can do, whether you are compelled to laugh, cry, hate, create or destroy, my hope is that an effort to find the genuinely evocative will prove, day after day, the ultimate power of language.

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This page is my reminder. To myself, to all of you, to the future. A reminder for every person who may have a loss of confidence in what can be done with words. May the confidence never be lost, but more importantly, may the effort always continue.

Please, enjoy yourselves.