a post-creative world

one of the formulations in this website is "post-create.g?" which seems pregant with meaning for a world in which Romantic authorship sort of wants to die and sort of doesn't. we're not comfortably past the mind-set which Barthes described and Foucault historicized for the purpose of hastening its supersession. i must admit that all notions of authorship *and* their proposed alternatives hold competing sway in my "imaging-nation" when "i" "sit down to write," making this blog a field of experimentation in consciousness-in-public, a practice of self-making that loosely takes poetic activity –the internal end of its wide-ranging continuum –as its organizing "theme." One of these days i'll learn how to link to other stuff, to make the collective aspect of this blog (as imagined by moi, a non-collective individual, but internally multiple nonetheless) a bit more defensible. here, just for the sake of experimentation with exposure, are some little ditties i wrote to keep myself alive (nothing dramatic, just brain-alive) on cape cod a few years ago:

(actually this one just a few weeks ago on trying to digest the news that my mother wants to sell the house and has a buyer...):
smeared goodbye ocean
gold-rumpled, can i bear
a thuddening unrelented-
nessless
is it heart to say
is heard
harm
senselessness loss
12/20/05 /0/0/0/0 and all these days...
every day not here wasted...

lightsea
wordcrosstown
good to me
gorge on flowermeat
flowsand
sunflux
loca(l) sola(ce)
splurge
saltflats
cross't crowmeat
gruntgrass
decay burnt g'dnight
6/23/04

blind screen sea
surface for fonts of
birthdeath scrimmed &
scrolled
wavelings' glimmer
making
melting
writing
6/24/04

etc etc
i'm already feeling that these are corny...but my intentions are good, officer...i can't go on i'll go on and on good goon that i am...