Synopses & Reviews
Ten "translationed" fragments from bill bissetts new book:
1. Another near-life experience.
2. 'Help, help,'" such a classical utterance
3. Can we connect? Is there time for that?
4. Obsession is a replacement for interaction.
5. they showed a cluster of, circle of, people getting back up to standing position after, perhaps, kneeling. It looked like some of them, quite older (it was mid-winter, how their bones must have hurt in the chill!) and the voice-over said 'Cannibalism has now entered the war in Bosnia.'" Through the gloomy coats and legs of the now standing people we could dimly see wrecked bodies in the snow. And then, much later in the day, the same pictures / different voice-over said: 'The grieving in Bosnia continues as the war carries on its grim parade.' So theyre just getting up from snacking? Or mourning? (The line of meaning, often so distinct, blurs with what they think we can handle).
6. If despair is a mask for self-pity, what is self-pity a mask for?
7. Fear. Of farming. Why do we fear farming? The disappointment of the agricultural revolution.
8. Someone says 'God is dead' to them, and they hear 'God is Ed.' And then you introduce someone to them-say: 'This is Ed.' And they go, 'Please forgive me!' or, 'Hows your son?'
9. The interesting texture of the bathwater sustains me.
10. 'Get thee to a nouneree.' Ophelia had been experiencing noun slippage, (and havent we all?) And where is the nouneree? Do you know the way? With heightened and more sophisticated noun awareness, do we come closer to happiness, starring ourselves? Ophelia unfortunately didnt find the nouneree and perhaps thought it was the name of the river. Can you walk into the same nouneree twice? She jumped in. Lost lovesickness, now called co-dependency.
As always, its much better complete, and in the original.
Two "translationed" fragments from bill bissett's new book:
Someone says "God is dead" to them, and they hear "god is Ed". And then you introduce someone to them -- say: "This is Ed". And they go, "Please forgive me!" or, "How's your son?"
With heightened and more sophisticated noun awareness, do we come closer to happiness, starring ourselves?
About the Author
bill bissetts charged readings, which never fail to amaze his audiences, incorporate sound poetry, chanting and singing, the verve of which is only matched by his prolific writing careermore than 70 books of bissetts poetry have been published. Whether paying tribute to his hometown lunaria or exercising his native tongue dissent, bissett continues to dance upon the cutting edge of poetics and performance works.