The poet Bernadette Mayer has died at the age of seventy-seven. Artforum has an obituary.
From “‘well when you begin a poem,’” in Another Smashed Pinecone (United Artists Books, 1998):
& honestly I’ve been nowhereAnd from “Experiments,” a collaboration by Mayer and members of the St. Mark’s Church Poetry Project Writing Workshop, 1971–1975, in In the American Tree, ed. Ron Silliman (Orono, ME: National Poetry Foundation, 1986):
but here
in the space of many colors
looking for a place
ideally and in no wise
for impossible travels and knowledge
to be enjoyed and gained
in this my age
I’m embarrassed to be in
Work your ass off to change the language & dont ever get famous.*
December 5: The New York Times has an obituary.
Related reading
Bernadette Mayer’s website : Several early publications in facsimile
[The sentence from “Experiments” may not be by Mayer.]
comments: 3
"don't ever get famous" reminds me of "to be small and to stay small", which I heard of from you too.
Yes! I know it’s Robert Walser, but I had to find it: it’s in this post.
'I’m trying to compose in an area I can defend’
Oh, that's good.
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