Thursday, October 12, 2006
The Soft Racism of the Post-Avant
In between bouts of celebratory masturbation in front of a full-length mirror to mark its ongoing campaign against the SOQ (School of Quietude), Ron Silliman's heroic post-avant indulges a fair amount of what can only be called soft racism, and nauseating soft racism at that. Commending Gael Turnbull to us, Silliman writes:
The number of, to use Charles Bernstein’s apt phrase, island poets with an ear that makes sense to a Yank auditory canal is exceptionally small: perhaps, in the past century, just four – Bunting, Turnbull, Raworth, Thomas A. Clark. This is not to fault others – from J. H. Prynne to David Jones to Douglas Oliver or Allen Fisher – whose ears may well make perfect sense on their own terms, but who don’t, how shall I say this, travel well on at least that one level. But I do think it’s an enormous advantage in the pure accessibility of the work.
So, without faulting Geoffrey Hill, Thom Gunn, Roy Fisher, never mind J.H. sacred cow Prynne, sorry, but your access to the sacred American auditory canal (by which we mean Ron Silliman's sacred American auditory canal) has been denied. Please get back on the airplane now.