Thief of Hearts - Maxwell Owen Clark

of and by: Maxwell Owen Clark I open to a random page in the American Library edition of Stein: Writings 1932-1946 : " 372                               GEOGRAPHICAL HISTORY OF AMERICA Chapter III How can you tell if a country is young old or young young or old. Is it because all the animals that have lived in it are dead in it. Chapter IV As long as nothing or very little that you write is published it is all sacred but after it is a great deal of it published is it everything that you write is sacred. That has to do with whether the animals dead in it make a country as old as if no animals were dead in it. Has this to do with human nature or the human mind. And does any one need to wonder why. So in chapter three we consider these things the age of the world, the sacredness of writing and human nature and the human mind. Chapter III What is the relation of human nature to the age of any country. One cannot say it too often and it need not bring tears to your eyes

---copied out by MOC. " Book-keeping, as the control and ideal synthesis of the process, becomes the more necessary the more the process assumes a social scale and loses its purely individual character. It is therefore more necessary in capitalist production than in the scattered production of handicraft and peasant economy, more necessary in collective production than in capitalist production. But the costs of book-keeping drop as production becomes concentrated and book-keeping becomes social."

of Maxwell Owen Clark The idea of a syllable, measured already in the archaic Tamil  Tolkappiyam  grammar-poem as equal to the time it takes to blink an eye—how to shear away from its historical forms their most archetypal kernel? How to model its highest invariances? As an inhabitant of the postindustrial northeastern United States, that Tamil grammarian-poets of at least 3,000 years ago wrote rigorous descriptions of the syllables of their oral language, even framed their entire linguistics and poetics on this exhaustive description of syllables, as a sort of "syllabics", if you will—it suggests too much perhaps to not still be nebulous. A blink. So too a unit. A pulse. One pulse. The atom of prosody. A genesis for arithmetic? A natal mathematics? An almost timeless imposing of measure. One waveform, trough to peak to trough, off/on/off, fort-da. An immemorial cut into the continuum. Instinctual quantification/qualification. But all of these yet are allusive determinations.

of Maxwell Owen Clark M. O. Clark, Constellation The Language Letters University of New Mexico Press, 2019 Edited by M. Hofer and M. Golston This book need only be a bigger and more exhaustively totalized account of all the postal documents extant between these poets. It uncovers certain strange "new" (if only for me) contours in the communal shape of the Language school ("of letters").---Such items as R. Silliman's "...larger-than-individual-matrix...", and Ch. Bernstein's "2%" rule---for examples---these issues were only just barely raised , and now nowise slake the thirst their too-brief appearances induce (in me at least). I get the sense that the letters never stopped circulating between these people, and also of the vast importance of (what I call) "address" in aesthetic creation; as also from the Personism of F. O'Hara, indeed. L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E, the printed materials, was and is, inexorably