5/31/2005

Octopus : 1a

#1a. Is there some philosophical impetus at work here in this project? Is this, in some way, a campaign?

It didn't start as a campaign. But that didn't stop me from writing a small manifesto that frames the idea of what I'm doing. In keeping with the spirit of the series, it's short, and often placed on the back cover of some of the booklets. (Some? Well, for me, design always takes priority over the sound bite. If the cover calls for the manifesto to be jettisoned, it's tossed.) It reads:

"Scattered around town, on buses, trains, restrooms, coffee shops, left along with the tip; stuffed into a stranger's back pocket. Whatever. Wherever."

It has become, in some ways, a campaign. Not so much to spread any particular ideology, but rather some effort at spontaneous distribution to canvas the place, the planet with little books.

The effort has developed a momentum that's fueled by my own enthusiasm -- I love building these poem books -- and that of those who submit poems, ask for poems, distribute the poems. I'm not sure what to expect when people find the poems through the spontaneous distribution I encourage. I just like the idea of someone going about their usual lives and coming across this variation to the routine. Will you look at that? A miniature book... Additionally, it's always a pleasure to hear how poets who've been published are distributing their copies of the little books.

I decided early on that I would never profit from the little series. I determined that they could be used to raise money for worthy causes, but that I wouldn't sell them for personal gain. And it is that little principle, I think, that has kept the series honest, interesting, and exciting for me. I live in a consumer culture where everything, it seems, has a price. Poems-For-All is a rejection of that idea. And while I try to keep costs down, I do try to create booklets that are lavish and exciting to look at and read. Even free, crap is crap. I want people -- the poets I publish, and the folks who pick these up -- to feel as excited about getting the books as I do about making them.

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The question was posed during an interview for Octopus #4 .

5/30/2005

boxed : image



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An oblique view of PFAs in one of several presentation boxes. This one is a faux cherrywood box with 2" x 2" windows sold at Office Max to hold ... wait for it ... golf balls. I picked up four after Christmas a few years ago at a bargain. I should have picked up more.

5/26/2005

Neruda's questions

Sifting through books at home, stacked in tall piles on the dinner table, sullen and silent waiting to hear the news of who stays; who goes. I find among them a copy of Pablo Neruda's (PFA #253) The Book of Questions. I take it with me on the bus; Chip Spann has been looking for a copy and I can give it to him tonight, at Jack Hirschman's (PFA #19) reading. I find myself reading as the bus lurchs along Folsom, turning the pages quickly, the poems short, each stanza a question. I leave at the back of the bus, the corner of 24th street, two favorites wheat-pasted to memory:

XXX
When he wrote his blue book
wasn't Ruben Dario green?

Wasn't Rimbaud scarlet,
Gongora a shade of violet?

And Victor Hugo tricolored?
And I yellow ribbons?

Do all the memories of the poor
huddle together in the villages?

And do the rich keep their dreams
in a box carved from minerals?


XXXII
Is there anything sillier in life
than to be called Pablo Neruda?

Is there a collector of clouds
in the Columbian sky?

Why do assemblies of umbrellas
always occur in London?

Did the Queen of Sheba
have blood the color of amaretto?

When Baudelaire used to weep
did he weep black tears?

Jack Hirschman