About the Poems - KPKarl Parker
About the Poemsby Karl Parker On the occasion of the appearance of my poems here, with so much thanks to No Tell Motel mngmnt, particularly Reb: I'm delighted, especially when I let language, in other words my other words, do whatever they slash I want to do, person-ify spontaneously and not, at and because of particular contexts; it's that simple, that material, that literally performed for and of course by a shifting aeriallyrooted "me"-place within and established by various frames real and imagined--say, social and haunted, the extrapersonal. All the "fun" in the house's marking and remarking the semiviolent, sad, somnolent, laughing torn and so on human image, not via verbal photographia--more by way of, as if, hand-gesture-prints in flickered series, no, speechprints, movement-echoes of a voice doing voices, all including its chosen own. I say Take any and all liberties and socalled ha licenses with language in the furtherance of the invention and accretion of your own thought, your own signs, your own actual useable meanings in your time and place always. I would like verymuch if any of these poems spawned thought, made art, in its intersection with its reader. Constantly frisking absurdity, I humbly hope multifarious humanizations, however minute, spark and spore in an artplace that cannot be harmed, no joke, & no matter what. As Berryman wrote (as King David): "all the black same I dance my blue head off!"