{"id":2347,"date":"2012-03-22T20:01:52","date_gmt":"2012-03-23T00:01:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www3.arts.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=2347"},"modified":"2012-03-28T15:00:12","modified_gmt":"2012-03-28T19:00:12","slug":"bear-parade-2-yesterday-i-was-talking-to-myself-and-i-told-myself-that-i-was-going-to-write-a-book-and-give-it-to-you-so-i-put-paper-in-my-bag-and-put-a-pen-in-my-bag-and-rode-my-bike-to-the-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2012\/03\/22\/bear-parade-2-yesterday-i-was-talking-to-myself-and-i-told-myself-that-i-was-going-to-write-a-book-and-give-it-to-you-so-i-put-paper-in-my-bag-and-put-a-pen-in-my-bag-and-rode-my-bike-to-the-river\/","title":{"rendered":"Bear Parade (2):  yesterday i was talking to myself and i told myself that i was going to write a book and give it to you so i put paper in my bag and put a pen in my bag and rode my bike to the river bank and then sat on the ground and thought &#8216;i will never write a book&#8217; and watched ducks swim away from me&#8211;by ellen kennedy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bear Parade round two.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone\" title=\"afd\" src=\"http:\/\/i.imgur.com\/skHMF.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"299\" height=\"349\" \/><\/p>\n<p>A poetry collection by Ellen Kennedy titled:<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"font-size: x-small; background-color: #808000; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px;\"><strong style=\"font-weight: bold;\">yesterday i was talking to myself and i told myself that i was going to write a book and give it to you so i put paper in my bag and put a pen in my bag and rode my bike to the river bank and then sat on the ground and thought &#8216;i will never write a book&#8217; and watched ducks swim away from me<\/strong><\/h1>\n<table  class=\" table table-hover\" style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: #808000;\" border=\"0\" width=\"600\">\n<tbody>\n<tr valign=\"top\">\n<td width=\"200\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.bearparade.com\/iwillneverwriteabook\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone\" title=\"y\" src=\"http:\/\/i.imgur.com\/H7axx.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"702\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>The title of her poetry collection is very long but it only takes ~5 min. to read the whole collection itself.<\/p>\n<p>Everything on bearparade seems to have a sort of minimalist style.<\/p>\n<p>Ellen Kennedy&#8217;s particular brand of bearparadian minimalism is something like &#8216;lots of declarative sentences and parallelism and some repetition.&#8217; Or: &#8216;<a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Anaphora_(rhetoric)\">Anaphora<\/a>&#8216; + a little &#8216;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.answers.com\/topic\/polysyndeton\">polysyndeton<\/a>,&#8217; + a lot of understatement + deadpan tone.<\/p>\n<p>I think everything on bearparade employs a kind of minimalism because being online shortens your attention span automatically. Minimalist stuff &#8216;works&#8217; online. Dense stuff doesn&#8217;t&#8211;you click away from it. Literary stuff is notoriously dense and boring, so bears who parade seem to try to not be dense and boring by using minimalism.<\/p>\n<p>(I think I&#8217;m going to start trying to write shorter \/ more minimalist blog posts. Lots of people&#8217;s blog posts here on arts, ink seem &#8216;hella dense,&#8217; and I&#8217;m skeptical people actually, like, read them, beginning to end.)<\/p>\n<p>(For some reason I feel like writing &lt; 600 words is not &#8216;legit,&#8217; though, for an obliquely academic blog.)<\/p>\n<p>Supposedly Mark Twain once said, &#8220;I didn&#8217;t have time to write you a short letter, so I wrote you a long one.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>But so Ellen Kennedy.\u00c2\u00a0Her internet poetry collection is good. It&#8217;s relateable and relevant if you&#8217;re ~20 and are an internet user, which you most likely are. Like, you&#8217;ve probably felt ambitionless and bored like this poem:<\/p>\n<table  class=\" table table-hover\" border=\"0\" width=\"600\">\n<tbody>\n<tr valign=\"top\">\n<td width=\"300\">\n<h2 style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; padding: 0px;\"><strong>i have no ambitions<\/strong><\/h2>\n<\/td>\n<td width=\"300\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<table  class=\" table table-hover\" border=\"0\" width=\"600\">\n<tbody>\n<tr valign=\"top\">\n<td width=\"100\"><\/td>\n<td width=\"500\">\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">i don&#8217;t want to hate the president<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">i don&#8217;t want to go to harvard<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">i don&#8217;t want to win the pulitzer prize<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">i just want to sit in my bathtub<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">and think about relationships i will never have<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">with people i will never meet<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">and then go lay in my bed<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">with a magnifying glass<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">and count all the stiches in my sheets<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">until i fall asleep<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">and wake up<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px;\">to repeat again.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>There&#8217;s something about spending a lot of time online that makes me feel &#8216;i have no ambitions&#8217;-y. There&#8217;s something about reading a poem online that&#8217;s about having no ambitions and which takes very little ambition to read because it&#8217;s minimalist and short that makes me feel very&#8230;something.<\/p>\n<p>In another poem titled &#8216;i want to sleep,&#8217; there&#8217;s this:<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px; background-color: #808000;\">(&#8230;)i used schutzhund methods of training to teach the duck to attack on command. we went on a killing rampage that lasted three days. we killed many small children and received the nobel prize for our achievements.<br \/><\/br>the other day, as i was eating the leg of a small child like a popsicle, the duck turned to me with tears in its eyes and asked, &#8216;why do you make me kill things?&#8217; <\/p>\n<p>Teaching ducks \u00c2\u00a0to go on killing rampages via &#8220;schutzhund methods&#8221; seems very unserious and stupid. But then you&#8217;re hit with the teary eyed duck&#8217;s &#8216;why do you make me kill things?&#8217; and you&#8217;re like, &#8220;wait&#8230;&#8221; And then your hit with\u00c2\u00a0<span style=\"background-color: #808000; color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; font-size: x-small;\">i felt ashamed. i stared down at the ground and stood very still and very quietly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Bears&#8217; parading seems to have a sort of tears-of-a-clown quality to it. Like, &#8216;I&#8217;m full of funny non sequiturs and absurdisms, but I&#8217;m crying inside.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>And I thought these beautiful lines in the penultimate poem made the whole collection &#8216;worth it&#8217;:<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #d2c731; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px; background-color: #808000;\">&#8216;i want to rub my face in my blueberries&#8217;<br \/><\/br> &#8216;so do it&#8217;<br \/><\/br>&#8216;okay&#8217;<br \/><\/br>i rubbed my face in my blueberries<br \/><\/br>i batted my eyelashes against your cheek and left blue streaks on your cheek<br \/><\/br>i thought about all the times i&#8217;ve almost been hit by a car for listening to loud music while walking and laughed. <\/p>\n<p>I feel like if I could read this poetry collection on a computer in the fishbowl after a stressful exam or stressful text message from a girl, and it would make me feel calmer.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<br \/>\n@barkmuckner<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bear Parade round two. A poetry collection by Ellen Kennedy titled: yesterday i was talking to myself and i told myself that i was going to write a book and give it to you so i put paper in my bag and put a pen in my bag and rode my bike to the river [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":44,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2347"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2347"}],"version-history":[{"count":23,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2347\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2388,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2347\/revisions\/2388"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2347"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2347"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2347"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}