30 posts from February 2008

Travel from one place to another so that a day is old

and French words for sleep are cheerful and festive.

I worry that all the fun will kill me

like a good playing card, a dance card,

a dramatic card, a race card,

a baseball card, and a chairman's

grab at my linen underclothes.

For an intense lamp is not the sun.

A church, go there. Here is where faith lives.

A temple. Here is where devotion washes.

A sand dune is two bodies.

Made for the kitchen, made for drink,

made for the reader, made for life,

topological, having no outside, I fear

or inside, a province of smallness,

and how I cling to your end.

Here by a wreck of a road.

                                         --Prageeta Sharma, from Fence, Volume 10

Uploaded on March 22, 2006
by Curt Lam : aIYAAaAH!

Uploaded on May 9, 2007
by Elif Sanem Karakoc

"Because she arrives,

vibrant,

over and over

again; we

are at the beginning

of a new history,

or rather a process

of becoming

in which several

histories

intersect with

one another.

As a subject for

history, woman

always occurs

simultaneously

in several places.

(In woman,

personal history

blends together

with the history

of all women,

as well as national

and world history.)"

                           --Helene Cixous, quoted in Bhanu Kapil's

The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers   

         In a few days this is where I will be:  Seaside, Florida

               with my honey.  And I'll sing to him:

        A little dust never stopped me none, you like my shoes I'll keep them on.

              Sometimes I can hold my tongue, sometimes not,

        When you just skip-to-loo, my darlin',

               And you know what you're doin' so don't even...
 

Uploaded on August 23, 2007
by robynne faye

WORLD'S BLISS

Alice Notley 

The men & women sang & played

they sleep by singing, what

shall I say of the most

poignant on earth the most glamorous

loneliest sought after people

those poets wholly beautiful

desolate aureate, death is a

powerful instinctive emotion--

but who would be released from

a silver skeleton?  gems

& drinking cups--This

skull is Helen--who would not

be released from the

Book of Knowledge?  Why

should a maiden lie on a moor

for seven nights & a day?  And

he is a maiden, he is & she

on the grass the flower the spray

where they lie eating primroses

grown crazy with sorrow & all

the beauties of old--oh each poet's a

beautiful human girl who must die.

Anatomie

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"There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love. There are simply different ways of doing it."

(1948 essay, "To Be Continued, Unnoticed".)

During Naropa University's Summer Writing Program of 2001, I had the great opportunity to study with Joanne Kyger. Her workshop—INVESTIGATIVE POETICS—introduced such fellow writers as Ed Sanders, Jack Spicer, Ed Dorn and Alice Notley. We read from Ed Sanders’ 1968: A History in Verse, The House That Jack Built: The Collected Lectures of Jack Spicer, Ed Dorn’s epic poem “Gunslinger,” and Alice Notley’s Mysteries of Small Houses. Joanne repeated Spicer’s notion that poetry is a form of magic, most potent when spoken aloud. Joanne also told us about Spicer’s Poetry As Magic workshop that included Robert Duncan. She would probably approve of this statement made by Spicer in 1949 :

Live poetry is a kind of singing.
It differs from prose, as song does,
in its complexity of stress and intonation.
Poetry demands a human voice to sing it
and demands an audience to hear it.
Without these it is naked, pure,
and incompletely - a bore.*[1]

Joanne Kyger was born in 1934 & attended Santa Barbara College. One day in January 1957 she drove up to San Francisco with [her] Siamese cat. She arrived at the height of the Howl obscenity trial, and a friend introduced her to The Place, the bar that was headquarters for Jack Spicer and other poets of the San Francisco Renaissance. She attended the Sunday Meetings lead by Spicer and Robert Duncan and gave her first reading at the Bread and Wine Mission in 1959 before moving to Japan with Gary Snyder. Joanne and Gary married in Japan, living there & also travelling to India (with Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlofsky), events that are chronicled in Kyger's Japan and India Journals 1960-64. Kyger returned to San Francisco and published her first book The Tapestry and The Web. She moved to Bolinas in 1968 where she continues to reside, writing poetry, editing the local newspaper, and teaching at Naropa University and The New School in San Francisco.

Joanne Kyger’s writings include:

Phenomenological
Some Sketches from the Life of Helena Petrovna Blavatsky
All This Everyday
Mexico Blonde
The Japan and India Journals
As Ever
Just Space: Poems 1979-1989
Again: Poems 1989-2000

About Now:  Collected Poems

In her essay "Joanne Kyger's Poetry" in Coming After:  Essays on Poetry,

Alice Notley states:

Kyger's influence on my own practice--and on many other women's--has been considerable; she's one of the women who's shown me how to speak as myself, to be intelligent in the way I wish and am, rather than suiting the requirements of established intellectuality.  Universities are frightfully conservative because they love their traditions and especially their language; idiomatic truth can't get born there, or anything that has to be new, not just wants to be.

*

           Yuppy Wittgensteins Arise!

She writes

and drinks

coffee

and writes:

                "I want to point out that I am not up tight"

                                 "You believe this stash of writing is 'scholarly'?"

"Oh Man is the highest type of animal existing..."

and

I

love

her dailiness, which is to say her everyday manner of setting down

her life, one day at a time.  Visiting Gary's [Snyder] house last night...  I was

no longer in waiting as this world I called my own opened out.

                She is full of personality and pizzazz, she is witty:  It was suggested

by Robert Duncan that we all write/ Cock Poems for the next class.  Splendid!

Like Anne Waldman, I wish she was my neighbor.  As she is still alive, and as 

I took a class with her, I have a mind to write to her.  I once

sent her a beautiful wave painting that my friend Robin made and

I like to think it is on her window ledge in her writing shed where sit:

               Tiny light grey moth

                      New Delhi bronze rabbit

                                Roy de Forest dog

                                              Kwan Yin

             Joanne Kyger once wrote "The Life of Naropa   for Ted Berrigan," in which

she told about the sentient blissful brilliant light that was Naropa.  (Ken

gave me her Collected Poems for my birthday, but also, I have the limited edition 

Just Space, printed in Ann Arbor, which she signed: 

Write in your journal

every day! 

           And Joanne wrote It's terrible what's happening in this war

atmosphere when 'your' government lies to you and neglects the people...and:       

                           "The expression of my thoughts

             in music as natural

                    and easy as breathing

                           my greatest consolation

                                   to this day."

Here is Joanne Kyger reading at UC Berkeley in April of 2007:

In honor of Joanne Kyger,

may her work flourish.

Above photo by Allen Ginsberg, 1963

EPC page on Joanne: http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/kyger/  

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Les Glacons

                                     for Iris

When

the

ice

breaks in the Seine

and the Jardins des Tuileries grow

                                                    tulip-beautiful

                    the palefacedgirl walks

the streets of Montparnasse

                                          lightly singing with the singing

ouiseaux

                 Her hair a portrait of

                                                     deshambillement

Her fingers nimbly fingering a crocus from a

                 crocus-coming

-up

and

she  (Iris)                 walks backtothethird arrondissement to

write a Parisian vignette

for meganandrenee

for herloversten

                             and the Jardins des Tuileries grow

tulip-beautiful

                     before spring snow