WRITING, an excerpt

Vol. 2, No. 3
May 1985
black and white photo of DuPlessis

Readers interested in DuPlessis’s work might want to look at The Pink Guitar: Writing as Feminist Practice (1990) as well as "ƒ-words: An Essay on the Essay," American Literature 68, 1 (March 1996): 15-45, and "Reader, I married me: A Polygynous Memoir," in Changing Subjects: The Making of Feminist Literary Criticism, eds. Gayle Greene and Coppélia Kahn. New York: Routledge, 1993: 97-111. Her work in the long poem, Drafts 1-38, Toll will be published by Wesleyan University Press in 2001

Blau DuPlessis collage of text fragments

 

. Plum grainy 
veins, unfathomable 
noises, moues and wrinkle 
winkle 
 
Plumb line, pul- 
sing, eye to eye, drinks 
dusks of light. 
 
One year after, like a punctuation; one month together, as if 
these times had meaning, particular meaning, instead of an 
arbitrary path cut through possibly a mistaken hole in the 
floor, they thought the radiator was smaller, and there it 
is, an unfilled circle ninety years old. 
 
full moon, and hardness                      My mother I will, she said. 
 
 
 
 
 

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. word. Blue 
 
(pants, trousers, cover- 
alls) Blue, all                                    )"There is Mr. Ashley, narrating 
tempered drop                                his 'songs' or 'stories' in a 
into                                                   gentle, sing-song chant--what 
the morning bizniz sweet              he terms 'vocal inflections 
whistles, their hustle low               that you might call singing.' " 
the-y fl-y one (tows) three. 
Stroke in the air, wobble 
a tune, wow. 
Two red tickets set at an angle-- 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Imbedding some      extruding some      the interplay between selection, 
imbedding, and loss. Some few words, chosen, and why; but are 
also chosen from, once the day was awash in pinpricks, a pull in 
the back muscle, overlay and no experience. No experience because 
all.      Say.      Saw.      Operations. Addictions. And no      shadow and it was 


dark within this icy      one knows      brightness all disappearing 
all intense      writing      what;      does it save it? "diaristic" in 
impulse, but unbargained, imponderable. Over written. Written 
then over written, over ridden, the selection is one thing, this 
(the globule, clot) another. Different plans and different pictures. 
 
                                                     uneven picture patterns, 
Most poetry something--         irregular blocks, a rebus 
imagery, structure.                    trued, held in a rose-pink 
                                                     border. 
 
                      Dreaming I'm crying 
                      it's she's crying. 
 
 
 
 
 
. Snaggles, spiggles, stalks 
peck out snow. 
Fresh, purple, haiku, 
heuristic. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
birds               . cumulus color of red sandstone, coal shale           resume 
they                and close tabulated bunching                                   resume 
re they            unfirm unpleasant undulant                                      re who 
tcho                unconscious                                                                tcho 
 
pattern up               crests, its opposite                  pitter pity 
hole in the              touching hard and fast           they poke a 
house                      disperse                                     little nest 
                                 thick places 
                                 bound to violent narratives. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                Marginalia without a center? No beginning, No. No 
. One word one                      ending? No, because form 
"word" kkhkkhgggh               at all times is instilled. O noble 
Koré la la                                that ongo-- 
threaded into the dyad          ingness that entrance into speaking 
both ends beading, gleaming 
gargle. Conventionally, "goo gah."                         encapsulated 
                                                                                   eyes burning 
Big finger to the little sleeping mouth 
                                                     It was all cracking 
makes sure, 

the even silence breathing. 
 
Narrative: the oedipal plot? ends by revealing the hidden 
father. Pre-oedipal plot? the mother, hidden. Split subject: 
"a living contradiction." A text to speak now, writing, 
writing the sung-half song.
 

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