April 11: Coinage for today, although I cam up with it two days ago: "dadaguistic"--for literature using texts intended permanently to jar against each other rather than clang briefly against each other, then find some kind of coherence. Perhaps as much as a third of current visual poetry is dadaguistic.
And now an excerpt from the column I just finished, 'cause I think you may enjoy it:
Perhaps the most entertaining pieces in Anthology Spidertangle are two by Richard Kostelanetz called "Intricate Infinities." Each is an endless sentence on a drawing of a long strip of paper that twists and turns and weaves its way into a maze that returns to its beginning. The better of the two says, "words whose sequence loops back into itself to suggest infinities should be my epithet for," then continues with "words whose," etc.
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And with that, I'm outta here--probably into a nap. Almost certainly not into anything productive. I played three hours of (lousy) tennis (doubles) this morning, and am pretty beat.
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