From The Tool Shed...

As an archiving tool, archive.fo presents some distinct advantages, some distinct disadvantages. Pages generated by archive.is tend to be rock solid, and the archive.is servers are pretty solid too. The main disadvantage, as I see it, is about prestige. Archive.is can be employed as an archiving tool by anyone, at any time, for any reason. As such, the idea of adjudication, of a page judged by a serious authority to have or embody worthiness, for some solid reason, in the world, does not come into play here. Lowly pages receive the same treatment loftier pages receive. Thus, the rock solid pages generated by archive.is must accrue prestige based on an original source. This chips away at the kind of consummate package deal we are looking for in our quest for the perfect webpage; the page which has all bases covered, as the saying goes.

Five Poems in Otoliths (47)

Five new poems up in Otoliths (47). Many thanks to Mark Young.

Here is Otoliths 47 in its entirety. And in print.

Something Solid: The Nineties: "Elegy's Ends"

Ren and Stimpy were two cartoon imbeciles
Kelly doted on. Late at night, I held her in
my arms as her idiot roommate snored, in
her first floor room in Runkle Hall, and we
quietly sang along to the Ren & Stimpy
tunes issuing from her boom-box. So, thy
Kingdom Come: I’d left home, lost the monkey
on my back, moved on. Cheltenham was
done. Lansdale transplant Kelly to me instantly meant
that a vast, vital, genuine universe existed
and was available to me and my art: no boundaries,
no rules, no limits. Even Ren and Stimpy
sang out from the opulent side of excitement,
opportunity, adventure. The end of the elegies.

Not only were the elegies over, the warpage
around our young lives sent Kelly and I down
to the Runkle basement several times at that
time. We ostensibly hid from Kelly’s aforementioned
idiot roommate, a big-nosed prig who used to
stick that nose in our, and her entire floor’s, business.
But what we were actually doing, in those few, spare
carpeted rooms (sparsely lit or not lit at all), behind
closed doors, was making love. No locks on the doors
meant someone could bust in at any moment. We
were heedless. This was our only progress towards
solvency. The solvency it was, of the shared pursuit
of freedom. Adventure, also, thrown in there. No more
waking with a virgin’s innocence— past Cheltenham, Lansdale.

© Adam Fieled 2021-2026

Eyewear

The UK blog Eyewear has adopted a rather tumultuous approach to what stays and what goes, conservation/preservation, over a long period of time. Most of what I had on Eyewear as of '13/'14 is now erased. Yet, Eyewear is being archived by both the British Library and the Internet Archive Wayback Machines; and this page, from 2008, which contains my poetic apostrophe to Dawn Ananda Hulton, is here completely intact.

Another interesting Ur-page

Another now-offline Ur-page salvaged by the Wayback Machine: poems from Apparition Poems in Listenlight, ed. Mackenzie Carignan, 2010.  

Tears in the Fence 66

Tears in the Fence 66 is now out and available to be purchased. It features two new sonnets from me, lots of other good stuff. Many thanks to David Caddy. 

When You Bit...

The book pdf for the 2008 Adam Fieled print book When You Bit... from Otoliths.