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The collection’s title, the now–familiar GPS expression, suggests a change in direction due to a mistaken or unexpected turn. For Bernstein, formal invention is a necessary swerve in the midst of difficulty. As in all his work since the 1970s, he makes palpable the idea that radically new structures, appropriated forms, an aversion to received ideas and conventions, political engagement, and syntactic novelty will open the doors of perception to exuberance and resonance, from giddiness to pleasure to grief. But at the same time he cautions, with typical deflationary ardor, “The pen is tinier than the sword.” In these poems, Bernstein makes good on his claim that “the poetry is not in speaking to the dead but listening to the dead.” In doing so, Recalculating incorporates translations and adaptations of Baudelaire, Cole Porter, Mandelstam, and Paul Celan, as well as several tributes to writers crucial to Bernstein’s work and a set of epigrammatic verse essays that combine poetics with wry observation, caustic satire, and aesthetic slapstick.
Formally stunning and emotionally charged, Recalculating makes the familiar strange—and in a startling way, makes the strange familiar. Into these poems, brimming with sonic and rhythmic intensity, philosophical wit, and multiple personae, life events intrude, breaking down any easy distinction between artifice and the real. With works that range from elegy to comedy, conceptual to metrical, expressionist to ambient, uproarious to procedural, aphoristic to lyric, Bernstein has created a journey through the dark striated by bolts of imaginative invention and pure delight.
Charles Bernstein
CHARLES BERNSTEIN is author of Pitch of Poetry and All the Whiskey in Heaven: Selected Poems. He is the Donald T. Regan professor of english and comparative literature at the University of Pennsylvania.
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Recalculating - Charles Bernstein
THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO PRESS, CHICAGO 60637
THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO PRESS, LTD., LONDON
© 2013 BY CHARLES BERNSTEIN
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. PUBLISHED 2013.
PAPERBACK EDITION 2018.
Printed in the United States of America
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ISBN-13: 978-0-226-92528-8 (cloth)
ISBN-13: 978-0-226-56472-2 (paper)
ISBN-13: 978-0-226-92530-1 (e-book)
DOI: https://doi.org/10.7208/chicago/9780226925301.001.0001
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Bernstein, Charles, 1950–
Recalculating / Charles Bernstein.
pages. cm.
Includes bibliographical references.
ISBN 978-0-226-92528-8 (cloth : alk. paper)
ISBN 978-0-226-92530-1 (e-book)
I. Title.
PS3552.E7327R43 2013
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This paper meets the requirements of ANSI/NISO Z 39.48-1992 (Permanence of Paper).
RECALCULATING
CHARLES BERNSTEIN
THE UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO PRESS
CHICAGO & LONDON
It is our privilege alone
to disappear
to never forget that we do,
never forget to set down what must be set down
so that it not be forgotten,
not be lost in all this time:
Emma.
Bob Perelman
In darkness let me dwell, the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair to bar all cheerful light from me,
The walls of marble black that moisten’d still shall weep,
My music hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my tomb,
O, let me, living, living, die, till death do come.
John Dowland
See sun, and think shadow.
Louis Zukofsky
I navigate now without authority. Turn, great sun,
your disc upon me
I set out now
in a box upon the sea
Charles Olson
CONTENTS
Autopsychographia
The Truth in Pudding
Poem Loading
Talk to Me
From Stone
Sane as Tugged Vat, Your Love
Two Stones with One Bird
Sad Boy’s Sad Boy
Design
Blue Tile
The Honor of Virtue
Blown Wind
The Duck Hunters
Loneliness in Linden
Umbra
Dea%r Fr~ien%d,
Fold
Ku(na)hay
5 for MP
Brush Up Your Chaucer
The Importance of Being Bob
Every True Religion Is Bound to Fail
The Twelve Tribes of Dr. Lacan
Do Not Desensitize
Sea Drift
On Election Day
Last Words
Pompeii
I will not write imitative poetry
All Set
The Sixties, with Apologies
Prose
Not on My Watch
In Res Robin, Nibor Resalb Inscripsit Mentastrum (XXC)
Stupid Men, Smart Choices
Lenny Paschen Redux
Trouble near Me
Later
Irreconcilable Disrepair
sorrow where there is no pain
A Theory’s Evolution
Todtnauberg
How Empty Is My Bread Pudding
[There once was a Young Woman of Whitechapel
]
Transegmental Drift
Incantation by Laughter
Great Moments in Taches Blanches
You Say Insipid, I Say Inscripsit
[To empty earth falling unwilled
]
A Long Time ’til Yesterday
Joint Dark Energy Mission
To a Begging Redhead
The Moment Is You
This Poem Is in Finnish
Breathtails
The Jew
Manifest Aversions, Conceptual Conundrums, & Implausibly Deniable Links
And Aenigma Was His Name, O!
Armed Stasis
Unready, Unwilling, Unable
Recipe for Disaster
After Leminski
Catullus 85
Psychology of Composition (VII)
Venereal Muse
Poems for Rehab
Won’t You Give Up This Poem to Someone Who Needs It?
The Most Frequent Words in Girly Man
Death on a Pale Horse
Up High Down Low Too Slow (2)
Charon’s Boat
If You Say Something, See Something
[Tomorrow, dawn . . .
]
Today Is the Last Day of Your Life ’til Now
Time Served
Synchronicity All Over Again
Le pont Mirabeau
Morality
The Introvert
Strike!
Sapphics
Recalculating
Misfortune
Be Drunken
Long Before the Rain, I Wept
Chimera
Before You Go
Notes & Acknowledgments
The road tells you what to do. Throw on some shades,
pump up the radio, put your hands on the wheel.
Retrace your route in reflection, but look only as far
as the blur of passing yellow lines to see the present.
Race your future to the finish line.
EMMA BEE BERNSTEIN
RECALCULATING
AUTOPSYCHOGRAPHIA
after Fernando Pessoa
Poets are fakers
Whose faking is so real
They even fake the pain
They truly feel
And for those of us so well read
Those read pains feel O, so swell
Not the poets’ double header
But the not of the neither
And so the wheels go whack
Ensnaring our logical part
In the train wreck
Called the human heart
1 April 1931
THE TRUTH IN PUDDING
Imagine poetry as a series of terraces, some vast, some no bigger than a pinprick, overlooking the city of language. The sound and light show begins in the dark: sentences dart by, one by one, forming wave after wave of the rag and bone shop of the quotidian, events passing before our eyes like the faint glimmer of consciousness in an alcoholic stupor. Facts, facts everywhere but not a drop to drink.
Now it is dawn, now night, now noon, now morning. It’s as if the day never ends, it just keeps coming back for more.
Language is an event of the world, just as, for language users, the world is an event of language. Even the world is a word.
Speak truth to truth.
In the viscosity of process, the end never arrives.
Poetry shows the ink the way out of the inkbottle.
Don’t let the Proper Name horse lead the active thinking cart.
A thing of beauty is annoyed forever.
Poetry’s social function is not to express but rather to explore the possibilities for expression.
Poetry is difficulty that stays difficult.
[Hank Lazer via Pound / Williams]
Slivers of reason make amends.
Connect the knots.
Blaming others for your own failings is inevitable; getting others to do it for you is unforgivable.
Fate makes us who we are
Just as we make it what it is
But the sadness overwhelms
I don’t want interdisciplinarity but nondisciplinarity.
Something there is that doesn’t love a frame
That wants it laid bare.
Before I made a frame I’d ask to know
What I was framing in or framing out.
Two frames diverged on the common road
& I, I could not choose the one for the other
So stood, astounded, in place.
For frames are what we are inside of.
Two frames are better than one
Three’s the thicket.
Today I am worried about Professor B, who worries about whether his worrying is run-of-the-mill worry or worrisome worry, and this worrying about his worry worries him the most, turning his worrying into the kind of worrisome worry he worries about.
Is the best you can do really the best you can do?
Does the work frame the interpretation or the interpretation frame the text? Or is a text a work without a frame?
Poetry starts in the present but immediately takes you to its many pasts, through its many paths.
What is missing from bird’s-eye view is plain to see on the ground.
Not incoherent, coherent by other means. By any means necessary.
Not the flow of consciousness but the flow of perception.
It is not a thought, finished and complete, that seeks expression in a beautiful form. It is thought’s struggle, what is in and below the thoughts; it is the things and all things behind them, the life-material, expressed in our perception, that we should render in aesthetic creation.
[Gunnar Bjorling, tr. Fredrik Hertzberg]
What’s the difference between narrative and