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    Christophe Casamassima joys: a catalogue of disappointments 978-1-934289-77-8 "Quietude = qui  etude: the study of the who , and who's studying it motivates this marvelous book, full of sharp moves based on acute attention to language.  At times directly honoring his sources­-- Jabès, Creeley­--and at times indirectly quoting many others from Joyce to Cendrars  to Lezama Lima, Casamassima proves himself a worthy inheritor of the postmodern tradition of writing that inscribes (and in doing so, refuses) its own impossibility. - Cole Swensen Casamassima's title sequence, ""Joys,"" cannily links the philosophical lines of Jabès with the disjoint imagery of Breton.   It intersperses quotes from Joyce, Ashbery, Rilke with nuggets which rather than (more typically) continuing or reconstruing, contribute to a loopy quotability just beyond sense, where the reader volunteers meanings. Rewarded with several contradictions, the reader studies the poet's study, which resulting world wound is riddled with fable and falsehood. -Catherine Daly Christophe Casamassima knows that paradox, enigma, and impossibility can really get a poem going. Short, often aphoristic meditations on the act of writing and its place in the world make joys: a catalogue of disappointments one of those books that shows us the value of not progressing, of living in the contradictions we too often seek to avoid. If any poem is no more than a subtraction from the sum total of possible words, why write one? Casamassima's answer is that there's no reason except that he must. Either that's no answer at all or it makes perfect sense. The pleasure of these poems is bound up in the way the poet is determined to explore writing on the verge when there's no clear “of what?” to cling to. -Mark Wallace You know this is the back of the book by reading this blurb. It is still. There are pages. ‘And words, alas, drive us ever farther from our goal.' The author, Christophe Casamassima, pulls us in, mining the words that are and aren't there, & spaces provoking silence in a stab at how the mind grapples, creates, and takes for granted the forceful acts of looking at a piece of paper with words on it, or searing into it, erasing, & fighting it to create and then recreate the important, intangible, & inescapable record of those moments. ‘strangely happy/and happily mystified/by my own dissolution'. Casamassima's skillfull & philosophic examinations, oddly laced with humor, bring you into a space that isn't there & keep your mind returning. -Edmund Berrigan These Joys are, like life, irreducible. It is, here, as it sounds, a moving made explicit, framed, whilst   sought. His movement as reader writing-- now each of ours, then, & also. ""It occurs when we hear / in the words we form / our own tongues /   illumined in the ear."" In other words, ""perhaps we'll die/ in each other's   I,"" as sign of these Joys , like a living book, ""imagining the last word.""     -Rod Smith "

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    Christophe Casamassima joys: a catalogue of disappointments 978-1-934289-77-8 "Quietude = qui  etude: the study of the who , and who's studying it motivates this marvelous book, full of sharp moves based on acute attention to language.  At times directly honoring his sources­-- Jabès, Creeley­--and at times indirectly quoting many others from Joyce to Cendrars  to Lezama Lima, Casamassima proves himself a worthy inheritor of the postmodern tradition of writing that inscribes (and in doing so, refuses) its own impossibility. - Cole Swensen Casamassima's title sequence, ""Joys,"" cannily links the philosophical lines of Jabès with the disjoint imagery of Breton.   It intersperses quotes from Joyce, Ashbery, Rilke with nuggets which rather than (more typically) continuing or reconstruing, contribute to a loopy quotability just beyond sense, where the reader volunteers meanings. Rewarded with several contradictions, the reader studies the poet's study, which resulting world wound is riddled with fable and falsehood. -Catherine Daly Christophe Casamassima knows that paradox, enigma, and impossibility can really get a poem going. Short, often aphoristic meditations on the act of writing and its place in the world make joys: a catalogue of disappointments one of those books that shows us the value of not progressing, of living in the contradictions we too often seek to avoid. If any poem is no more than a subtraction from the sum total of possible words, why write one? Casamassima's answer is that there's no reason except that he must. Either that's no answer at all or it makes perfect sense. The pleasure of these poems is bound up in the way the poet is determined to explore writing on the verge when there's no clear “of what?” to cling to. -Mark Wallace You know this is the back of the book by reading this blurb. It is still. There are pages. ‘And words, alas, drive us ever farther from our goal.' The author, Christophe Casamassima, pulls us in, mining the words that are and aren't there, & spaces provoking silence in a stab at how the mind grapples, creates, and takes for granted the forceful acts of looking at a piece of paper with words on it, or searing into it, erasing, & fighting it to create and then recreate the important, intangible, & inescapable record of those moments. ‘strangely happy/and happily mystified/by my own dissolution'. Casamassima's skillfull & philosophic examinations, oddly laced with humor, bring you into a space that isn't there & keep your mind returning. -Edmund Berrigan These Joys are, like life, irreducible. It is, here, as it sounds, a moving made explicit, framed, whilst   sought. His movement as reader writing-- now each of ours, then, & also. ""It occurs when we hear / in the words we form / our own tongues /   illumined in the ear."" In other words, ""perhaps we'll die/ in each other's   I,"" as sign of these Joys , like a living book, ""imagining the last word.""     -Rod Smith "

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    Christophe Casamassima joys: a catalogue of disappointments 978-1-934289-77-8 "Quietude = qui  etude: the study of the who , and who's studying it motivates this marvelous book, full of sharp moves based on acute attention to language.  At times directly honoring his sources­-- Jabès, Creeley­--and at times indirectly quoting many others from Joyce to Cendrars  to Lezama Lima, Casamassima proves himself a worthy inheritor of the postmodern tradition of writing that inscribes (and in doing so, refuses) its own impossibility. - Cole Swensen Casamassima's title sequence, ""Joys,"" cannily links the philosophical lines of Jabès with the disjoint imagery of Breton.   It intersperses quotes from Joyce, Ashbery, Rilke with nuggets which rather than (more typically) continuing or reconstruing, contribute to a loopy quotability just beyond sense, where the reader volunteers meanings. Rewarded with several contradictions, the reader studies the poet's study, which resulting world wound is riddled with fable and falsehood. -Catherine Daly Christophe Casamassima knows that paradox, enigma, and impossibility can really get a poem going. Short, often aphoristic meditations on the act of writing and its place in the world make joys: a catalogue of disappointments one of those books that shows us the value of not progressing, of living in the contradictions we too often seek to avoid. If any poem is no more than a subtraction from the sum total of possible words, why write one? Casamassima's answer is that there's no reason except that he must. Either that's no answer at all or it makes perfect sense. The pleasure of these poems is bound up in the way the poet is determined to explore writing on the verge when there's no clear “of what?” to cling to. -Mark Wallace You know this is the back of the book by reading this blurb. It is still. There are pages. ‘And words, alas, drive us ever farther from our goal.' The author, Christophe Casamassima, pulls us in, mining the words that are and aren't there, & spaces provoking silence in a stab at how the mind grapples, creates, and takes for granted the forceful acts of looking at a piece of paper with words on it, or searing into it, erasing, & fighting it to create and then recreate the important, intangible, & inescapable record of those moments. ‘strangely happy/and happily mystified/by my own dissolution'. Casamassima's skillfull & philosophic examinations, oddly laced with humor, bring you into a space that isn't there & keep your mind returning. -Edmund Berrigan These Joys are, like life, irreducible. It is, here, as it sounds, a moving made explicit, framed, whilst   sought. His movement as reader writing-- now each of ours, then, & also. ""It occurs when we hear / in the words we form / our own tongues /   illumined in the ear."" In other words, ""perhaps we'll die/ in each other's   I,"" as sign of these Joys , like a living book, ""imagining the last word.""     -Rod Smith "

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    joys: a catalogue of disappointments

    Christophe Casamassima

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    joys: a catalogue of disappointments by Christophe Casamassima Copyright 2008 Published by BlazeVOX [books] All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without the publishers written permission, except for brief quotations in reviews. Printed in the United States of America Book design by Geoffrey Gatza Cover Art by Jeff Morris Cover Design by Ben Havilland

    First Edition ISBN: 1-934289-77-9 ISBN 13: 978-1-934289-77-8 Library of Congress Control Number : 2008932202

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    every book feels the same, yet every book remains false

    I will evoke the book and provoke the questions.

    Writing Is A Form Of Questioning. For Jabs, It Is Necessary To Hammer In The Glue. His Name Is Not Only Unpronounceable, It Is Illegible.

    For I am writing and you are the wound.

    Illegibility Is Pronounced, For A Moment, Irreducibility. Writing Inflicts Its Impossibility Upon The Reading Act. His Name Is Not Only A Sound, It Is A Wound.

    The Sound Produced By The Wound: The Word. Writing Is To Form The Question And Question At The Same Instance. His Name Is The Articulation Of Space, And At The Same Time, Its Destruction.

    Articulation Is Pronounced, For A Second Time, Appropriation. If A Text Can Resist Even The Question, It Can Resist Any Reading. His Name Is The Discomposition Of Time, And The Disposition Of Immediacy.

    He sometimes usurped my name. But I am not this man. Because this man writes, and the writer is nobody.

    In Fact, The Question Is No Longer Relevant. A Text Remains Intact, Though Godriddled. His Name Becomes Equivocal And Univocal.

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    Gods truth is in silence. To fall silent in turn, with the hope of dissolving into it. But we become aware of it only through words. And words, alas, drive us ever farther from our goal.

    How could we read a story studded with blank spaces?

    It is buried among the words.

    Its burial place is more numerous than the sound.

    It is full of difference and it is filled with similarity.

    It is what stitches the blank spaces.

    It is what shapes the hollowed speeches.

    It is the principle that will have always been lying in wait.

    It is the separation from itself.

    It is the manifestation of itself.

    It is the ring that must have heard itself.

    Have I claimed to write from certainties? I write because I have none.

    To write means perhaps to speak for the first time, he said.

    The recipient opens an empty envelope that he has sent to himself in the hopes that he might have something to say in anothers voice. The first letter is always understood by all. Its conjugation with other first letters remains a mystery.

    When the book is closed we suddenly recognize an alphabet.

    How does one cite the impulse to remain silent?

    By carefully deciphering the erasures.

    When the book is closed we suddenly recognize an alphabet under subjugation.

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