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Not A Wake: A Dream Embodying π’s Digits Fully For 10000 Decimals
by Mike Keith,
illustrated by Diana Keith

Not A Wake is the first book ever written completely in Pilish, that peculiar dialect of English in which the numbers of letters in successive words follow the digits of the number π (3.14159265358979323846…).  Divided into ten sections of 1000 digits, each written in a different style, its words “spell out” the first 10,000 digits of the number.

Take a look at the first two lines of the book, the opening of the free-verse poem in section one:

3    1  4    1   5            9         2     6         5       3     5
Now I fall, a tired suburbian in liquid under the trees,
Drifting alongside forests simmering red in the twilight over Europe.
8              9            7            9           3   2    3        8         4        6

As you can see from the red numbers, the lengths of the words faithfully follow the digits of π.  This continues in an unbroken stream to the end of the book, encompassing 10,000 digits in all (the last of which is a “7″).

Not A Wake is an example of constrained writing, a literary technique in which a text is required to follow some sort of algorithmic rule, usually lexical in nature (related to the letters and words of the text).  Well-known books of this kind include

- Georges Perec’s La Disparition, which does not contain the letter E.
- Christian Bök’s Eunoia, in which each of the five main sections is a univocalic in one of the five vowels.
- Walter Abish’s Alphabetical Africa, in which the initial letters of words are constrained in a certain way.

in addition to the works of the literary group Oulipo, who write exclusively with constraints.  As do all the works just listed, Not A Wake reveals (and revels in) the paradoxical nature of the constraint.  On the one hand it is a difficult taskmaster, limiting (sometimes severely) what can be written or expressed.  On the other hand it is liberating, often suggesting new ideas or ways of expressing things that would otherwise not occur to the writer.  Sometimes we “go with the flow” of the constraint, resulting in surreal images such as

As an evening dissolves, undead humanity
Commences to float westward, televised to the world

from the poem in section one, or

Contributing green light, I picture Spring,
which looked through death:
a dog lying quietly under a strange tribunal.

from section five.  Other times we attempt to tame the constraint, reaching for (though only occasionally attaining) a state of naturalness that hopes to deny the presence of the constraint.  Such as in the opening paragraph of the third story in section eight:

I abandoned all religious practices when Frederick Fourteenth
climbed to the throne, as the anti-church king mostly rejected them.
Many spiritually thirsty men continued with sacraments, but my
fervor lived elsewhere.

The styles employed in the ten sections of the book are:

1    A free-verse poem.
2    Five short stories.
3    97 haiku on a wide variety of subjects.
4    Two intertwined poems which blend together as their narrators meet.
5    A surrealist poem in 14 stanzas.
6    A movie screenplay.
7    A dream about puzzles, containing two newspaper-quality crosswords with Pilish clues.
8    Three short stories.
9    Three poems and a stage play, each with an illustration that encodes some digits as well.
10  Ah, this one’s a surprise!

Not A Wake can be purchased from Amazon.com by going here, for the particularly appropriate list price of $11.44, which is precisely 2 + π/2] dollars.  If you would like an autographed copy, email me.


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nije ni teški sneg
koji je prekrio smeće
ni zvoneći tramvaji
puni unezverenih ljudi
nisu ni razjebani autobusi
koji ispunjeni propašću
nemilosrdno jašu
ležeće pandure
nisu ni smrznuti kerovi
koji hiberniraju na vetru
ni ljubazne kasirke
punih bešika
i tužnih očiju
nisu ni prosjaci
poludele ostavljene majke
ni narkomani koji žickaju
jedan dinar
ni pijani muževi
koji padaju po parkovima
nisu ni crne ptice
koje prizemljene bukom
raspalih aviona
ratuju sa cigama
oko kontejnerske
suštine
nije ni reka
koja se izlila
po šetalištu
ni drvo koje je palo
za slobodu
nisu ni klizavi trotoari
koji nas bude
iz uspavanog prepuštanja
ni prekratki intervali
musavih semafora
ni polomljene klupe
ni izvrnuti znakovi
ni šareni grafiti
ni blatnjava igrališta
ni ispljuvani ulazi
ni popušeni džokavci
ni odbačena čizma
usrane gaće
prljava košulja
kesa na grani

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u nepoznato

O Pesničenju

Pesničenje, trening aktivnog čitanja poezije u javnim prostorima, nastao je kao inicijativa umetničke grupe „Škart“ u novembru 2008. godine sa ciljem da podrži pojedince da izraze kreativne potencijale, istovremeno promovišući novu formu predstavljanja i razmene stvaralaštva, i osnažujući neafirmisane umetnike da javno izlažu svoje stvaralaštvo.

Pesničenje pronalazi i podržava pojedince i grupe koje pišu poeziju van klasičnih/afirmisanih poetskih krugova, i omogući im da svoje poglede, želje, snove i strahove javno predstave publici, kako u svojoj sredini tako i u drugim mestima.

Pesničenje je medijum za promociju novih aktera poetske, umetničke i kantautorske scene, i podstiče neafirmisane umetnike i one koji se nisu oprobali u umetnosti da istraže sopstvene kreativne potencijale i preoblikuju svoju realnosti u formu performansa.

Pesničenje trasira prostor za glas “druge strane” – skrajnute i nedovoljno vidljive grupe i pojedince različitih socio-kulturoloških pozadina: aktiviste i pasivne, ruralne i urbane, subkulturne i laboratorijske, garažne i kuhinjske. Ipak, Pesničenje je otvoreno i za već etablirane stvaraoce koji imaju hrabrosti i znatiželje da se sretnu sa riskantnim temama, nestašnom, angažovanom i neindiferentnom publikom i neobeleženim i nekonvencionalonim prostorima.

U proteklih 17 meseci, organizovano je 16 festivala poezije i više manjih događaja u Beogradu, kao i 9 gostovanja u 6 gradova (Pančevo, London, Leskovac, Riga, Vranje i Novi Sad). Prikupljenim novcem od prodaje ulaznica, izdato je 11 knjižica poezije, a tokom marta će biti organizovana radionica slema.

Do sada je na sceni nastupilo preko 450 pesnikinja, pesnika, performera, kantautorki, strip autora i drugih umetnika i izvođača, a na događajima je prisustvovalo preko 5,000 ljudi, što čini Pesničenje jednim od najposećenijih događaja u Beogradu.

http://pesnicenje.org/


Bob Dylan – Maggie’s Farm

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.
Well, I wake up in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin’ me insane.
It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more.
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
hands you a dime,
asks you with a grin
If you’re havin’ a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more.

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more.
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more.

I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more.
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She’s the brains behind pa.
She’s seventy-two, but she says she’s twenty-four.
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more.

I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.

Muzika

U poslednje vreme sve više slušam klasičnu muziku na ovoj adresi. Taj stream je deo multimedijalnog projekta Østfold University College’s School of Computer Science iz Norveške.

Odatle fečujem i odličan jazz radio. Inače, oni strimuju 30 radio programa i gomilu TV programa.

Klasična muzika mi neverovatno prija dok radim, dok pišem. Lepota kojom me preplavljuje može da se uporedi sa ispunjenjem koje doživite kada se nađete u sred najdivnijih prirodnih lepota. U prastaroj šumi, kraj dubokog studenog jezera ili među brzacima i vodopadima bistre reke. Ogromna pustinjska prostranstva, mračne okeanske dubine, nepregledne polarne oblasti, gustina vlažnih prašuma ili bezvazdušne visine nepalskih vrhova, mogu da vam se približe prostim prepuštanjem delima klasične muzike.

Dakle, ta muzika je moj soundtrack za izmenjenu stvarnost. Onu koja je daleko od ove koju živim. Onu koja mi je potrebna za neophodno proširenje svesti.

Kada sam na zemlji, među drugim ljudima, u štrokavom, oronulom i umirućem polisu, i dalje slušam naš community service Radio Netizen i njegove odlične muzičke blokove – DJ Gamacinov korpus, Muziku za Medijalu, Jazz Hour, Electronic Subsistence… Radio Netizen mi daje preko potreban link ka veri u bolje sutra i ljudsku dobrotu.

Međutim, kad metafizička studen stegne grlo, skala se pomera na pomenuti NRK Alltid Klassisk (Norway).

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photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dhilung/3904555723/

Tom Waits – Cold Cold Ground

Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
There’s a bell in the tower
Uncle Ray bought a round
Don’t worry about the army
In the cold cold ground
Now don’t be a cry baby
When there’s wood in the shed
There’s a bird in the chimmney
And a stone in my bed
When the road’s washed out
They pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms
Of the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
There’s a ribbon in the willow
And a tire swing rope
And a briar patch of berries
Takin over the slope
The cat’ll sleep in the mailbox
And we’ll never go to town
Til we bury every dream in
The cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn
Let it roll down the hill
The piano is firewood
Times square is a dream
I find we’ll lay down together in the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Call the cops on the Breedloves
Bring a bible and a rope
And a whole box of rebel
And a bar of soap
Make a pile of trunk tires
And burn ‘em all down
Bring a dollar with you baby
In the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Take a weathervane rooster
Throw rocks at his head
Stop talking to the neighbors
Til we all go dead
Beware of my temper
And the dog that I’ve found
Break all the windows in the
Cold cold ground
Cold cold ground

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jače ste
to vam priznajem
samo
kada ćete
prestati
da snagu
trošite
na nas
na sinove
na momke
na muževe
na očeve
na sraslu
tišinu
zlatne svadbe
koja briše
sjaj vašeg
oka
na prvu
predaju
koja guši
nevin
strah
koji vam
otimamo
kada ćete napustiti
jalove
i svojom krvlju
ugušiti
posesivne sinove
uspaljene momke
licemerne muževe
razočarane očeve
bespomoćne
saputnike
kada ćete otkriti
laž
stresti okove
poseći tamničare
i stati
slobodne i svoje

Crtice iz svakodnevnog ludila*

Šetamo. Moj sin Isak i ja. Isak je mali. Dve mu je godine. Prilazi nam čovek. Čovek je radostan. Oprašta se sa nekim. Glasno ispoljava svoju radost. “Evo ovaj ide do Vuka“, viče pokazujući na tramvaj. Saginje se prema Isaku.

“Zdravo,” pruža mu ruku. “Ja se zovem Luka, a kako se ti zoveš?”

“Isak”, jedva čujno se oglašava mali.

“Isak,” ponavljam glasnije.

“Isak? A, Jevrej?”

“Ne, nije.”

“Nego?”

“Nego dečak.”

“A, Isak. Isak Njutn! Isak Njutn!”

Uzimam dete za ruku i odlazimo. Pored mene neće baš postati društvena osoba.

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dead umbrella

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Can I get get get… a little optimism

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