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Lobe
     

Lobe

by Lytle Shaw
 

Poetry. ". . . Lytle Shaw has carried out often disruptive, sometimes hilarious, and sometimes melancholy explorations into the processes through which the world gets made into an object of knowledge. But what is the lobe of the book's title? A lobe is a roundish projection, a part of something to which it is attached by the very fissure that also creates it. A

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Poetry. ". . . Lytle Shaw has carried out often disruptive, sometimes hilarious, and sometimes melancholy explorations into the processes through which the world gets made into an object of knowledge. But what is the lobe of the book's title? A lobe is a roundish projection, a part of something to which it is attached by the very fissure that also creates it. A lobby could serve as an architectural example, its fissures the walls, doors, stairs, and elevators which connect it to the rest of the building. But not all lobes are material. Knowledge-creates lobes of a sort (hence the interest in Diderot). More precisely, it is about the fissures that form the known, the fissures that form knowers and that leave them (us) dangling in the wind"-Lyn Hejinian. A SIDE OF CLOSURE also available at SPD.

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Publishers Weekly
A departure both in style and tone from Shaw's debut Cable Factory 20, a book-length poem that investigated and extended the poetics of Spiral Jetty artist Robert Smithson, The Lobe is a rollicking jaunt through several pomo lyric styles, treated as so many goofy masks for parody, motored by outlandish details and rhetorical overload. "My Agent," a hypertrophied sales-pitch, runs in part: "While you're wolfing nachos and hoisting a pint at The Lusty Lady, he's in the sleet ringing doorbells.... While your head's readjusting to the horserace commentator's use of human language as you come out of the whip-it, he's sending your third carefully worded follow-up letter to the personnel manager, having double checked spelling and brought in several unassailably charming life details." About half of the poems are lyrics, wistful evocations of the nexus where history, chaos theory and globalization meet, from "Some Failed 18th Century Jacket Blurbs" to "New Years in Walt's Manhattan Crib." A section of "Translations" contains some hilarious poems such as a "At the Old Place: a homophobic translation of O'Hara," in which O'Hara's protagonists himself, John Ashbery, other poet friends are replaced by a bunch of beer-swigging, verbally challenged regular guys: "Earl checks out my twin-cap diesel combo. / Yeah, I got a wrench for that. (Dude, you comin?) / Earl hops in. (You ladies comin?) / Mike and Bill hop in the back. We squeal / across the lot til Cooter's Vet / blocks the exit ramp. (Cooter, you comin?)" Shaw's writing here isn't designed to surpass the larger-than-life targets it locks on to, but the brash humor, whirlwind references and cameos by the likes of Brian Eno and Phil Rizzuto (who writes: "I disagree with those sticklers for logic, like Henry James....") convince that Shaw is after something more direct, more bawdy, at the same time just as difficult. (Aug.) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.

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ISBN-13:
9781931824026
Publisher:
Roof Books
Publication date:
01/01/2002
Pages:
79
Product dimensions:
5.80(w) x 8.80(h) x 1.20(d)

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