SENSES/LOVE:
an imaginary symposium
drone fascicle no.one (2001), 250 pp.

This volume is primarily an enquiry into the rationale and translation of one short poem.
The material from five named contributors comprises work on constellations and wounds, scars and poems, the >concrete< and its
>increasing< commentary, ceaseless.

 

 

 

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illustrations: Pegasus (4th cent. pebble mosaic), Andromeda Bound (Carolingian copy of Aratus & other astronomical poetry), Perseus obliterating a likeness of the present wreather-riter.
The caption to this poly-asterism translates roughly as: have mercy – heavenly – effacement.

Drone Fascicle is an annual periodical for poetics and the poetic. This first number, SENSES/LOVE, is a curation of Ruskin Watts‘ and presents a convivio, confronting material by Axel S. Parrot, Bysshe Berkeley and R.Eustace Dart, who all begin by discussing a sonnet and particular fragments by a German-writing poet, Theo Reiz de Man.

The essays and emerging poems soon enough diverge onto topics of wants and consum-mating; on translation, reproduction, rhetoric and metrics; on poetry as everyday allegory, that is of thoughts and things taken for granted, as both the theo-logical and trade-itional, both goods and page-white godd– as “sonnet sweet/ fettered“ (Keats).

Within such a binding and a severing, like a book and song, something is released and realised; this is to >give an idea<, energy or nature, meaning in the mind, or sense in astro-gnomic constellation – as “starlight/ that speaks familiar language“ (Baudelaire).

To start and to escape, to save and to delete, to copy and incorporate, take down and take in, engaged and discharged: it is always ‘love‘ that provides the inverted commas, defines the thing, the current releases.

In a personal correspondence, sense is attachments and stigma attachment. The branding of the handler is borne pent in matter. Are these auto-prismatic, line-breaking themes of monos pros monon, Self itself? – no, of Mona, rather, of m-adonai-a: of violence and atonement, beauty, grace and grace.