“You will notice a certain political excess in this issue. The Corpse mirrors the nation. It also mirrors several other nations, including the Editor’s own native Romania where a fascist nearly took over the Presidency. Happily, a neo-communist did instead, while in the U.S., the Shrub got away with it. We are not unhappy with the ascension of Dubbaya, because we do great when we have big visible targets painted brightly on the tarmac of satire. We like also the fact that along with Dubbaya a whole slew of right-wing dinosaurs are bound to flash their scales for our Bazooka gum wads. All in all, it’s a pretty low-chakra administration: Bush, Dick, Colon. . . . “
Thus begins Andrei’s introduction to his latest edition of the Exquisite Corpse, this ish featuring San Francisco’s Poet Laureate Lawrence Ferlinghetti:
” . . . and I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder”
Here is Ferlinghetti’s Poet Laureate of San Francisco Inaugural Speech.
“Now the choice of the laureate can be a pure choice between the traditional ‘have a nice day’ poets and committed activist poets such as June Jordan, who’s been presenting a ‘poets of the people’ series at San Francisco’s Intersection for the Arts. We have hardly had a major bard since Walt Whitman, who aspired to speak for the people en masse, except perhaps Carl Sandburg and certain agitprop Marxists. Nor will we find such populist poetry in Stanley Kunitz’s books, any more than we found it in his predecessor, Pinsky.
“‘Who will speak for the simple and dumb?’ asked Eugene Ruggles in an early poem. Perhaps some time soon a great young voice of the people will emerge. And perhaps some new U.S. laureate will seize the day ‘to burst the petty bonds of art’ (as Whitman put it) and become an activist poetic voice in the nation’s capital, a true conscience of the people, an uncompromised and uncompromising critic of life in these States–to rock the ship of state when it really needs rocking. Which is now.”
. . . you do know about Lawrence Ferlinghetti, don’t you?
“Arthur Rimbaud, part of the mural in Kerouac Alley.”
The above, of course, being from City Lights . . . who published:
. . . you do know about the Corpse, don’t you?
“Exquisite Corpse is so famous Andrei Codrescu named his journal of new writing after it . . . “
See also: Tom Melly’s Java Exquisite Corpse Generator.
THUS SPAKE THE CORPSE EXQUISITE CORPSE
Powells notes: “Andrei Codrescu’s literary magazine, Exquisite Corpse, existed in print for 15 years before going wholly online. This anthology selects essays, letters, and poems from across the career of the print journal, and includes 30 pages of the infamous ‘Body Bag’ section in which the magazine’s editors let loose on the poems they’d rejected for that issue.”
Thus Spake the Corpse – An Exquisite Corpse Reader, 1988-1998 Vol. 1: Poetry & Essays
Powells notes: “Before suspending publication earlier this year, Andrei Codrescu’s controversial and notorious anti-literary literary magazine Exquisite Corpse had become a primary site of engaged dialogue among the non, brain-dead everywhere. Founded in the 1980s on the belief that ‘American literature, poetry in particular, is sick from lack of public debate, ‘ Codrescu’s Corpse took its title from cadavre exquis, a form of collaboration once much practiced in Paris surrealist circles. Rebellion, passion and black humo became the journal’s trademarks. Anti-conformist polemic, poetics of assault, high-tone bohemianism, muckraking speculation, seditious attitudinizing and wandering reports from the front lines and back alleys of the culture jammed each issue, framed by elegant columns of top-flight new poetry.”
You do know about Codrescu, don’t you?
Andrei: NPR Demi-God?
“The evaporation of 4 million [people] who believe in this crap [the Christian ‘rapture of the saints’] would leave the world a better place.”
— Andrei Codrescu, on All Things Considered, Dec. 19, 1995
Andrei Codrescu: Positive Atheist?
Andrei Codrescu: Romanian Celebrity
Andrei Codrescu: Movie Star
Andrei C.: Making Up America
Andrei @ the Seattle Airport!
Andrei @ GettingIt:
“Melissa’s Hobo Army”
Andrei: Secret Sci-Fi Demi-Mod?
Andrei Codrescu: Media Fund Manager for the WTO?
Andrei C.: Luminary of Timbuktu
Andrei C. introduces R.U. Sirius.
Andrei Codrescu: Bi?
Andrei Codrescu on the Signs of Walker Evans.
These have been some of the Many Faces of Andrei Codrescu . . .
But WAIT, there’s ONE MORE! . . .
Andrei Codrescu: MY BENEFACTOR!!!
Also currently showing in the newest edition of the Corpse:
See also: Dr. Menlo’s other Exquisite Corpse Links.
I’m your man.
I am also extremely pleased to announce that Yuppie Slayer has pluckily agreed to act as my foil with the following statement:
“Also old and too late now but a good article about the general bullshit arguments you hear slamming the World Trade Organization. The waywards souls that find their way here from Indymedia might want to read it and actually consider that they might not be so right after all.”
Perhaps Yuppie Slayer is not familiar with my Manifesto in Hypertext? Let me refresh him with the words of others:
“Dr. Menlo’s Manifesto in Hypertext is a sort of State of the Revolution address. Good reading when you’re feeling kind of isolated and out-of-sync with the world around you and wondering for the umpteenth time who’s crazy and who’s sane after all.”
This piece was also published in Exquisite Corpse (where it may have been the first hypertext piece the Corpse has ever published), and was highlighted there by both Subterranean Notes and Hypertext Kitchen.
First of all, I challenge Yuppie Slayer to create a rebuttal to this piece. Perhaps I can help to inspire you, YS:
by Yuppie Slayer
“We the people agree to believe everything the corporate media tells us because–well, look at their sets! Look at their hair! Can men and women who look that fine in such fantastic scenery and who make so much money possibly err in their pronouncements? I, Yuppie Slayer, propose that we throw off these mossy chains of the activist underdog and bathe in the comforting glow of our father–the global corporate empire. Why fight the power when you can lay on your couch and eat Fritos? Why, I say!!! I, Yuppie Slayer, say leave the thinking to them, and the trusting to us . . . “
Secondly, YS, I challenge you to an interblog debate considering these two points:
a) Corporate Media vs. Democratic Media
b) Corporate Globalization vs. Democratic Globalization
So come on out,
YuppieSlayer . . .
Come and Get It,
C h u m p.
Cross-Train Yr. Brain.
I would like to thank all the many blogs who have noted me over the past near-year, and a double-thanks to those who have perma-linked me, as well.
And lastly, I’d like to thank you–my viewers . . . for being the best damn audience in the world.
All Fan Mail Accepted
(Contortion imagery courtesy of Jimwich.)