Indices: First Quarter Returns
poetic value (diagnoses) is repetitive motion disorder; the way a habit becomes habit or inhibited / by a turn
The Latest CFP-T Quote, Chart News, Company Snapshot, Dividends, Estimates, Price Reports, Internal Rhyme, Ends
poetic value rolls
into the ditch on that highway
curve near Cluculz lake
poetic value was indeterminate indeterminate
because the street price was quoted
from unreliable sources
EPS (ttm) 2.39 Low 8.480 P/E (ttm) 3.70
for chrissakes watch
where yr going
Auden: "poetry makes nothing happen"
poetic value is an eBay ad
for a 1972 printer’s proof
slightly water damaged
in Jonathan Ball’s basement
“No definition of economics is adequate or can capture the subject. For that reason, most teachers don’t like definitions and skip them”
the act of “grasping after ‘the poem’”
when language begins to devalue its object
I wondered why everyone was staring at me in the grocery store and then I got home and realized my hair was sticking out funny and I had a bloody nose
poetic value is the value of having a name for the source of terror
poetic value is questioning that name for the source of terror
“Investments in our distribution platform, product development and international reach fueled sales, while brand building, select divestitures and a focused acquisition strengthened our competitive position even further”
poetic value = “no one is exempt from playing the game of the ecology of the imaginary!”
how to cope with scarcity
poetic value runs a deficit for the public good
the call was silent because the automatic dialer had a hit on the fourth call, yours was the sixth
Net Change C$ +0.130 % Change +1.50%
there is a moment during a 1981 episode of Mork & Mindy in which a pun (intentional or unintentional) on the word ‘association’ caused a 37% drop in the Nielsen rating of national viewership
nowhere was the job losses felt more deeply than in the manufacturing sector where tens of thousands found themselves without a paycheck
poetic value is that feeling you get when you watch a slick sports car slide into a crew cab at an icy intersection and they mourn the loss of paint, the loss, that is the value
poetic value: I had none so i went on pogy
poetic value curls up on the curb
thinks about the land (under)
and what next
“discourse comes from a word meaning ‘to arrange’, so engaging in discourse is a kind of [flourish of the hands] interior decorating” Robin Blaser, informal talk at the University of Calgary 1995
poetic value is location location location shelf space and facings, merchandizing and traffic flow, the change you toss in the hat
or maybe it was 1994
the brain’s music
royalties for year ending December 31, 2007: $31.29
after the reading we can haggle over the value of this book the “value” will be determined by that brief and awkward exchange
Open 8.550 Mkt Cap ($Mil) 1,255 High 9.130
. . . oh, I skipped a line oh, sorry about that, where was I?
poetic value is the freedom to be ineffectual
i wished i had been born a ruthless business mogul
a tall serious business mogul
who are you people anyway . . .
across six lanes of traffic to retrieve an 1975 8-track I had tossed out the window after sitting on it for the thirteenth time
“Begin by instructing students to use the economic way of thinking to assess and guide their own lives”
Bid 8.770 Forward P/E Ask 8.800 PEG (est. 5 yrs) Volume 237,318
are you taking all of this down
poetic value is post-human
royalties of 10 % for foreign translations
“I just hate forgetting a great line—the idea is lost forever”
The Economy is based on sound principles and will, over the long run, be stable and show steady growth--consumers should not panic but should rather go about their business as usual
in language when damage to the soft tissues in the body are described as a product of the mentally/physically induced environment—if not, the subject may experience complete loss of function
it is the structure of feeling caused in a poetry audience February 2008 in Fort St. John (I will have to edit that part out for the book)
the end of the book of poetry had absolutely no obligations to the state
if something is worthless, truly worthless, then that’s when real work is getting done
Victor Jara's hands
poetic value values poetry and treats it well
how do you say
gingerly
in its old age
poetic value is post-media
measure is not numerical but a matter of aesthetic time and space on the page—it is to poetic what dollars are to donuts
1/3 Canadian 1/3 International 1/3 low interest bonds
Thursday, March 22
Living here, breakfast cereal
and 1 year old spooning
apple sauce on
to the floor.
Last night’s snow melting,
a mist of rain but
clear skies over Cranbrook Hill.
Ice in my coffee so
I can drink it quicker.
Living here, not summarizing
the weather or whether
somewhere else is different.
In
The New Sentenceno one reads
Prince George.
What might be valid
in the face of writing,
land, an “attack” on language
poetry and staked claims;
the line a territory.
The sun saunters the rim,
other kids wake up,
the table fills,
the bus to campus leaves in 15 minutes.
With regards to the particulars
living here is writing
with the latitude to do so.
Hwy #16
a poetics of interruption, green
signs that names exist, shifts
in zones of code, the topography a knowledge
in the syntax of rivers
that can kill you
the weather is from the north and west
a text tracking eye
but the water flows everywhere
even here
on the new highway the poet’s teacher
talks behind the poem pointing
out the old homesteads, overgrown roads
each valley is a climate
a tincture, a spool of vegetation
veering away from the asphalt, axles
refusing the traffic laws, progress
sliding in mud, a bloom of spores
travel was a finger pointed
at a spot up the valley—now
the highway goes around, longer,
inefficient; and old hazelton exists apart,
a benchmark, an anthology of poems
from the predecessors, dedications
inscribed in finding one’s way.
The Regions of Out
traces of the town unsettled
like populations of who
terrace’s mill shipped out
on flatbeds of gas and oil
and the mall fills with associations
is a name sustainable? are bar conversations
a poetics of the north?
is the way out commercial
drive and shop?
a fistfight on the shore
over access, modes of use
but none of them really work
purdy & newlove
the paths and waterways
knowing the overgrowth of living language
i travel the regions listening
for the old ways, a funky answer
to an 1890’s question
The Controlled Burn
Seeds unlocked nutrients, the stock
is sprung, ignition cracks through
clouds, unstacked the faller’s log
books fall and the biomass is maintained.
Sediment corrects itself and recalibrates
the general economy with no
road in. You see, the mercantilist narrative
can’t live here and I will never export
the poetics of land. The line is struck
a careful interaction with the history
of poetry. Where the edges are, a glimmer
of smoldering sense hushes and goes out.
Poem the Avatar
is all that we are
pushed and patrolled
Poem looks about, peers
through the petrol haze
at the library call numbers’
sequence and scratches his head
if it were a heading
the world would read: Caution
Under Construction—Check
Back in Two Weeks
Identity brushes past Poem
down the library aisle glancing
at his ineptitude, noting
his pout and defeated slouch
--a faint odour of
ginger and justice lingers
as she passes
so Poem heads for the facsimile street, walks
out looking for clues to origins and
why water is so expensive
the sidewalk or small
path through the orders of knowledge
stops
okay,
what now, Poem asks
looking up from the white edge
of invention—what now?
Free Radicals
oxygen in the air interacts
with molecules in atoms
with an odd (lonely,
unfulfilled) number of electrons
this often occurs during childhood
and it is clear that instability is a matter of
support—who is around you
highly reactive radicals create
a chain reaction, like dominoes
and then the trees fall faster
and good old houses go
and ethics leave
cells may function poorly or die if this occurs
and this general malaise is called progress
but a defense system of antioxidants
often identified by their distinctive colour textures—
the deep red of cherries and tomatoes;
the yellow of corn, mangos,
and saffron; and the blue-purple of blueberries
and a good poem—
these create resistance
to the unstable atoms
and this defense is called community
in this context, oxygen in the air interacts
freely, with a radical poetics,
and cells maintain joy sustainably
the old road
discussion was inadequate,
it didn’t move us—
that new language wasn’t there
now or then
when inscriptions sank blood
and charters bloomed in the ditch
i was there, shining,
a bobble in the wet loam
parchment bark timed by
the traces of access
and construction, less
overgrown and constant
than the land could bear
edges, boundaries sunk
in, filled in, and then recut
with the scythe of pure politics
to distinguish but not name
or the reverse—the lichen
remained an impossible
feat heightened by loss
under the recurring suggestion
that this was once something
inhumane
Poem, A Haunting
a nice trick that, there
and not but hoping for
some contact, a brush of
breath or return word
like “yes” to ease the lonely utterance,
to ease the lonely
otherness that follows us
all always giving
into sleep would be giving in to
the imagined presence of
you—clandestine and uncertain
reader, there
and not
a vague after-image
like recognition, or the shift
beneath us as something larger moves:
language, soil, the news . . .
Poem and you meet in a bar
not the usual but one at the edge
of downtown and the conversation
is about line breaks, line
breaks and repetition, line breaks
and where to pause and let the other
possibility occur, words lingering
suggestive but not fulfilled until
you break the linguistic sign into
a question of waiting or giving love
the next evening, Poem waits
in a bar, a different bar, wondering
whether to write or go home
Dear Poem Re: Resistance
So sorry but my right
turn signal seems broken I
apologize if I
‘ve cut you off Poem
you see I am trying
to decide who is status
quo and who is the resistance
with your penchant for shifting
codes and flooding the market with cheap
pharmaceuticals and me, with my
child car seat instructions and
an identity that is far from
stable. Poem, is it you who teaches
me ethics? Or is it me that
pulls you from that bright
brink of clarity?
