Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

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A Movie About a New Mexican Poet

DVD Note: In November I reviewed the documentary The Life & Times of Allen GinsbergI rent my DVDs from GreenCine and they send me one DVD at a time. The week after my review, I reviewed the DVD with the extras which amount to a long list of poets talking about their friendship with Allen Ginsberg, some interviewed before his death and some after. I watched them all and have noted my favorites:  Joan Baez, Beck, Bono, Stan Brakhage, William Burroughs, Johnny Depp, Lawrence Ferlinghetti*, Philip Glass*, Peter Hale* (especially talking about Paul McCartney and then watching Paul McCartney), John Hammond, Sr., Abbie Hoffman, Jack Johnson, Ken Kesey, Timothy Leary, Judith Malina and Julian Beck, Jonas Mekas, Thurston Moore, Yoko Ono, Lee Ranaldo, Gehlek Rimoche* (footage of his death service), Bob Rosenthal, Ed Sanders*, Patti Smith* (footage of his death service), Steven Taylor, Hunter S. Thompson, Bob Thurman, Anne Waldman* (tells story of the founding of Naropa Institute's school of disembodied poetics), and Andy Warhol.

APlacetoStandPosterA Place to Stand
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Getting this screener is the result of my first Kickstarter contribution. I donated $25 dollars over a year ago, probably a pittance compared to other contributors to this very expensive movie-making process.  A Place to Stand is the documentary about the life of New Mexico poet Jimmy Santiago Baca, an Arizona convict who taught himself to read and write in prison and whose entire life was transformed by poetry.

Even though the film was already given glowing reviews from The Nation and the Los Angeles Times, I wasn’t expecting this movie. After all, you get used to things being sort of half-assed here in New Mexico. And I had just seen a threadbare documentary of artist Ray Johnson called How to Draw a Bunny (2002), a great story but somewhat amateurish documentary.

 I was expecting something equally homegrown with A Place to Stand. Big mistake. This thing exceptionally well-filmed. Its storytelling technique reminded me of Searching for Sugarman, very fluid, creative and professional.

Not only was this the best, hands down, documentary of a poet or about poetry that I’ve ever seen, this film was so good, I stopped taking notes. I had to stop and give this story my full, rapt attention. Monsieur Big Bang walked through the living room in gym shorts intending to work out on the treadmill in another room. But instead, he stopped and sat on the couch in rapt attention for the entire movie.

This is an unbelievable moving story about redemption and the spiritual weight of words. If DVD copies are available for sale by next year, I'm buying a stack for Christmas presents.

Extras on my screener included a featurette on the movie’s animator, author readings (indoors and outdoors), and a short on the artist Eric Christo Martinez (a former convict whose life was also transformed through art).

A primer on Jimmy Santiago Baca:

To check movie showings: http://aplacetostandmovie.com/

  

Galway Kinnel Dies, Poetry Brothel, Sandburg, Dylan Thomas and Lorca

GalwayGalway Kinnell has died. His obituaries:

The Burlington Free Press

The New York Times

The Huffington Post

Last summer, for my family reunion in Bandon, Oregon, I took this poem, "On the Oregon Coast," to read during talent show night. I didn't end up reading it as the poem was too long, the crowd was too restless, and the text was slightly political. (Our reunion banned anything political.) I did however give the poem to my mother before the reuinion was over.

The first book of poetry I ever read was Powers of Congress by Alice Fulton but I didn't get that book  so it doesn't count. I'm planning to re-read it since I recently enjoyed Palladium so much. In any case,  I consider the first book of poetry I ever read to be the first one I ever fully understood. That book was Galway Kinnel's The Book of Nightmares.

In other news…

DylanthomasBBC America has a new movie about the last days of Dylan Thomas.

 

 

LorcaArchaeologists are now searching for Federico García Lorca lost grave.

 

 

Poetry-brothelBordello-style poetry readings at the Poetry Brothel

 

   

 

SandburgI 've been reading the collected poems of Carl Sandburg (the book has 800 freaking pages!) looking for New Mexico poems for a project I'm doing. I found this poem in his book Slabs of the Sunburnt West,  "Tentative (First Model) Definitions of Poetry." It's a list of metaphors for what poetry is. I like some of them like “Poetry is an art practiced with the terribly plastic material of human language" and "Poetry is the tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes."

Others are redundant and some make me scratch my head like "Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes" and "Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts."

I went to see a lecture last month give by the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum called "Miguel Covarrubias: Drawing a Cosmopolitan Line." The talk dealt with his connection to the Alfred Stiglitz circle, how he learned through the making and drawing of maps, about his friendships with Duchamp, Diego Rivera and Andre Breton. The talk defended caricature as abstraction.

Covarrubias did a series for Vanity Fair Magazine called Impossible Interviews. Here's one with Freud and Jean Harlow and another with Sally Rand and Martha Graham.

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I just found new versions of Impossible Interviews by David Kamp with ones like Russel Brand and Vladamir Putin and Kim Jong-Un with Anthony Bourdain.

Interesting idea for a series of poems. 

  

Movies with Poetry: The Life & Times of Allen Ginsberg

GinsbergLast year I went through the Geencine  library and marked for my que about 20 art and poetry documentaries.  The Life & Times of Allen Ginsberg (1993) is pretty basic. No fancy editing or music. It's no Searching for Sugarman. But enjoyed it nonetheless and learned much about Allen Ginsberg, mostly from interview footage of Ginsberg made specifically for the documentary.

Luckily, I saw Allen Ginsberg read twice in New York City before he died in 1997.  Both times he performed "Put Down Your Cigarette Rag (Don't Smoke)" which was a very funny poem as I recall it. But I have to tell you, I wouldn’t have gone to see Ginsberg read if my friend Julie hadn’t arranged it. Julie went to as many concerts, readings and events in New York City as she could and she often counteracted my shut-in-tendencies.

I don't know why I've never been much of a Ginsberg fan. Watching this video I surmised my hurdle must have been his buck teeth and fat lips, a pretty shallow reason indeed. I also think I assumed, as the king of all hippies, he was going to be untouchable and maybe somewhat spaced-out. The movie showed me he was neither out-of-it or full of himself.

The film chronicles his life with his own photos and in his own words with important interviews from his brother and step-mother. We also see footage of appearances at rallies and on TV  shows like William Buckley's and later Dick Cavett's.

Watching William Buckley's obvious distaste for Ginsberg, it occurred to me we've traded someone like Buckley for Rush Limbaugh. At least Buckley didn't echew intellectualism. We were better off with Buckley.

Ginsberg talks at length about his mother’s mental illness and how it affected him, how this produced his sympathy for "people in trouble." He says he inherited a kind of "poetic paranoia." We also learn about his father, poet and teacher Louis Ginsberg, how close they were and how his father influenced his poetry. We see footage of a poetry reading they did together.

The film also covers  interviews with the other Beat writers William Burroughs and Herbert Huncke. Jack Keroac and Neal Cassidy are discussed. Ginsberg talks about what they all contributed to the group, how they would meet at Foster’s Cafeteria.

Throughout, Ginsberg seems concerned with the social aspects of being a poet and writer. We can see how this would evolve into social protest. In this film, he's called a cosmic social worker or cosmic public defender.

JeffI kept noticing how Ginsberg would talk and rub his chin and beard with his fingers. I couldn't remember who this reminded me of. Then it came to me: actor Jeff Goldblum does this!

We hear clips of Ginsberg reading "Howl" then and now and there's a long segment and reading of "Kaddish."

There are also interview clips with Abbie Hoffman, Joan Baez (who called Ginsberg colorful but serious), Ken Kessey and Tim Leary. We learn when Ginsberg met Dylan and how he ended up in the movie Don’t Look Back.

The disastrous 1968 Democratic convention in Chicago is addressed and Ginsberg describes how it turned to violence. He calls the event a liberal failure and says the blood resulting from the remaining years of the Vietnam War are on the hands of the right and the left (due to how this event resulted in the election of Richard Nixon).

We see Ginsberg doing Buddhist chanting and learn about his involvement with Naropa University and his study with Chögyam Trungpa and how Ginsberg started (with Anne Waldman) the  Jack Keroac school of poetry where students study "spontaneous babbling."

Ginsberg also talks about his personal relationship with Peter Orlofsky and the lessons he had to learn about co-dependency. He talks about the death of his parents.

His Stepmother expresses amazement that Ginsberg can write about his life as it happens, as if he’s releasing his feelings "along the way." She says his father was very proud of him and that he was a good son.

  

A Video About Five Poets

PvPart of the point of this blog is to get to know some of the many, many poets out there past and present. This goal was helped along by The Poetry Foundation when they lured me into another level of membership by promising me this video and an award-winning book once a year.

The DVD they sent promised "intimate film profiles" with "Masters in the Art of Poetry Reading Their Work Discussing Their Craft, Recounting Their Lives." Pretty serious stuff.

My initial frustration was over the fact that no running times were listed on the cover or on the disc. Each of these PBS-style profiles turned out to be about 20 minutes long.

Each profile provided a scan of the poet's books strewn across a table. Each segment included discussions about writing and influences. Each poet read some of their poetry. To my happy surprise, Suzanne Pleshette narrated three of the five segments.

I could see getting addicted to these profiles (if any more were available).

JaJohn Ashbery read "Some Trees" (which we studied in that MOOC last year). He talked about The New York School and his interpretation of it, about O’Hara, Skyler, Koch and each of their roles in the group, how being a member involved meeting famous artists. He talked about Larry Rivers and Jane Freilicher (who are recurring characters in the O'Hara biography I'm reading). He read "At North Farm" and talked about life in France and his job as an art critic. In his late 30s his poetry career was not successful and he considered abandoning poetry. Then he thought, why deprive himself of something he liked doing? He read "This Room"  and talked about how a poem takes over and how a poem knows when to stop. The poem is smarter than he is. J.D. McClatchy commented that his language is never privileged; that he writes about ordinary things.

At first, LgLouise Glück reminded me of aging baby boomers as she sat curled up in a chair, thin and wearing black. She reminded me of second wavers who drink water from big wine glasses. She also reads like a poet, full of gravitas. Turns out she hates readings, giving or going to them, saying the poet is intervening with the poem and the reader and that the human voice can’t reproduce what’s on page. Although I enjoy poetry created to be spoken word, I agreed with this. Some poetry and prose performs better inside heads.  Same as some characters are a disappointment when you get to know them in a novel and you visit them later in a movie. We find out that Glück was once anorexic. This was the only documentary to mine old 1970s interview footage and readings. She sayed she can’t predict when she will receive “the stimulation” and didn’t want to write anything glib, facile phony, or ersatz…she uses a lot of synonyms in her commentary.  She said the poem banishes you and the doors don’t open anymore. She read "Landscape Part 3," "The Encounter,"  "Landscape Part 4," "Prism, Part 3," "Mock Orange," and "October, Part 3." She said she enjoys teaching because she's in the presence of the evolving mind versus the static, published unapproachable mind. 

Frank Bidart reads her "First Memory" poem, which I loved. Bidart looked like he had a hoarders office of books and DVDs. Robert Pinsky said he likes her use of plain language. I ended up relating to her much more than I anticipated. Maybe it was the anorexia thing. I'm looking forward to reading some of her books I have: October and The Seven Ages.

AhAnthony Hecht in his old age reminds me of actor F. Murray Abraham. I knew the least about Hecht but I liked his adjectives and long sentences. He said W. H. Auden taught him who would last as a poet with this question: do you have something urgent to express or do you like words and language? (The later is the right answer.)

Hecht wears a lot of bow ties and we are shown pictures of him as a cute young Hecht. In the military, he was at Buchenwald and he writes about it. He says poetry wouldn’t support anyone.

He reads "A Hill" which I loved, "An Old Malediction," and "More Light! More Light!"

 

KrKay Ryan – I liked her short pieces. She said she writes without ideas, in a desire to stop doing nothing. She was the only poet of the bunch with an unexceptional, ordinary house. Like some of the other poets, she doesn't write with a computer. She said this is because she wants to save her mistakes. She initially self published. She writes to talk back to herself or other poets.

She read "Theft," The Past," "Home to Roost," and "How Birds Sing" which is installed at the New York Zoo. She loved the idea of kids running over her words. Dana Gioia read "Carrying a Ladder."

MerwinM.S. Merwin is someone whose poems I hated in graduate school. I even wrote an obnoxious-smelling review of him for a David Rivard class. But I like him now, which I can only chalk up to coming out on the other side of Zen Buddhism. But at the time, I was annoyed by what I felt were affectations: no punctuation and spiritual, airy, vague language.

In this video he discussed his feelings about punctuation, how it had been overused and he didn't like the long sentences hung together by punctuation. He hates the use of air commas by people. He feels there is an electric current in words. Myself, I'm still fond of punctuation and believe punctuation marks have their own energy. Maybe this is because I watched all those Victor Borge segments on Sesame Street in the early 1970s.

Merwin said he was not made to be academic and still loves Robert Louis Stevens' A Child's Garden of Verses (one of two poetry books stashed on my nightstand as a toddler) and the poem "Where Go the Boats." He said he visited Ezra Pound in the psych ward and Pound told him to write 75 lines a day which Merwin did by doing translations for practice. He said he was in a social group with Robert Lowell, Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. He read "Yesterday," "The Comet Museum,"  "Late Spring" (which I loved), "To Lingering Regrets," and I think one called "To the Worlds" about 911. Angelica Huston narrated that one.

   

A Book About Making Addresses and Poetry eBooks

KochI just finished New Addresses by Kenneth Koch (2000). This was my first  poetry eBook. Reading it gave me insight into how to improve my own eBook, especially in regards to page breaks.

I also now have plenty of thoughts about my Kindle Paperwhite.

I bought a faux-leather cover for mine. It really helps make the book feel tactile. I bend back the cover and run a finger along the edge.

I'm a heavy marginalia-maker and highlighter. It's hard to use an eBook highlighter and note-creator. Notes are connected to the text but saved separately. You access them as one entire list with links back to the text. Slightly cumbersome in that it takes a step or two to connect the two mentally.

Highlighting is kludge. Sometimes you have to try a few times with your index finger to highlight all the words you want. Sometimes it takes 3-4  taps. It makes you appreciate the technological brilliance of a pen rolling its ball over paper. So much easier. And notes on a piece paper are actually easier to access and to read.

However, these issues aren't a deal-breaker for me. The eReader isn't so cumbersome that I'm willing to give up eBook technology. Changes in tools take some time to adjust your habits around. They take a mental switch. eBooks are cheaper and you get them faster and they save paper. I’ll still be using them for poetry books I don’t intend to collect on a shelf or for books I might not otherwise buy due to the expense.

As for the book itself, New Addresses had to grow on me. It was a strange experience of not getting it for the first third of the book. Then I got it suddenly, somewhere around the poem "To Jewishness." All the poems are direct addresses to concepts like Jewishness or the French language or testosterone or driving. Once I got it, I really got it and liked almost every poem.  

The poem addressed to all his old address made me want to try this entire scheme next year for my NaPoWriMo project.

  

Treadmilling to Poetry Podcasts

PodcastI've been trying to get on my treadmill more often and struggling to find entertaining ways to keep myself on the thing.

Last week I caught up on some poetry podcasts. It really makes the time go quicker but it's difficult to scribble down notes while walking.

Recently (10/29/2013) the PBS NewsHour podcast interviewed Billy Collins. They quoted him as saying, "the problem with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry." 

BillycollinsWow. I'm going to find it harder to defend him now when my other poetry compadres attack him for being a sell-out. I don't think he is but I guess he's a stage hog. Implicit in that comment is the belief that there’s not enough room for the likes of all of us. We're all the “more guppies crowding up the fish tank.” He did have something interesting to say about Alice Fulton’s. He said she put the fun back in profundity.

Recommended: I just subscribed to the podcast of The Missouri Review and listened to the episode interviewing the editors of Electric Literature who also publish a free online journal called "Recommended Reading" that is updated every Wednesday. They talk about the future of online journals and how they compile their recommended list of fiction and what they look for in new work (stories that pop versus preciousness). They say there's and "endless crop of great work" out there.

Not Recommended: I tried listening to an episode of a podcast called The Broad Pod but I didn’t like it. This is mostly readings of science fiction by women.

AnthonyHighly Recommended: Indie Feed continues to please. The 4/28 episode interviews British poet Anthony Anaxagorou. View his site: http://anthonyanaxagorou.com/

Recommended: The 1/19 episode of PBS NewsHours podcast was about physicians who embrace poetry. This reminded me of the Scottish Poetry Library's project to provide poets to doctors. This podcast interviewed a doctor in Boston and doctor/poet Raphael Compo about his new book, Alternative Medicine. View his site at: http://www.rafaelcampo.com/

They talk about how metaphorical language is used by both poets and doctors who need to communicate complicated issues with patients. Doctors also use poetry to reconnect with the feelings of their clients.

I love any discussion of poetry being used for practical purposes, such as helping doctors reconnect with their own practice.

   

Poems in Pop Culture: TV and Movies

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 Is it me or is Gertrude Stein the doppelganger of Spencer Tracy?

BirdbyLast few weekends I spent a lot of time with movies and TV dealing with writers and poets.

Bird By Bird with Annie Lamott (1999) is a great documentary, whether or not you've read the book Bird by Bird. Like the book, the joys of this movie experience are indescribable. Lamott is a generous and smart teacher and this movie captures her unique and painful life story.

The DVD even includes a full lecture from a writing festival and is packed with good advice.

I continue to be inspired by her and her way of conceptualizing the work of writing.

HandgI also caught the 2012 HBO movie Hemmingway & Gelhorn. What a huge cast: Clive Owen, Nicole Kidman, Tony Shalhoub, Metallica drummer Lars Ulrich, Robert Duvall,  Parker Posey, David Strathairn, Peter Coyote, and Jeffrey Jones (unaccredited).

Monsieur Big Bang is always distressed to witness our never-ending fascination with the pig-tempered Ernest Hemmingway. So I had to watch this movie alone. This even though we both loved the book A Moveable Feast because we stayed in the neighborhood of Paris in 2007 where the events took place.  We each even bought our own copy. I also enjoyed the novel about the same relationship, The Paris Wife by Paula McLain.

Hemmingway is always good for some controversial declarations about writers. Clive Owen does a good job with him. They even show many scenes of Hemmingway typing his novels and reports from Spain standing instead of sitting. He gives Gelhorn advice like “sit down at your typewriter and bleed” and “get in the ring and throw some punches for what you believe in.” and “the best writers are liars” and “there are no sides; there’s only the past and the future.”

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PoetryreadingOne of my new favorite shows is USA's Playing House. The show is billed as similar to the movie Bridesmaids. Like the movie, the show portrays the complicated relationship between best girlfriends. Unlike the movie, these girls are former "mean girls" making amends in their adult lives.

The episode "Unfinished Business," (watch the full episode at: http://www.hulu.com/watch/632109#i0,p0,d0), has some very funny scenes around poets and poetry.

One of the girls is having issues with her mother, played by Jane Kaczmarek. She finds out her mom has been giving poetry readings and she attends one at the local bookstore. The audience gives "snaps for the creators" instead of applause.  The mother reads her poetry under the pseudonym of Phylicia Rashad without knowing this is the name of the actress from The Cosby Show. 

She's given the introduction that she makes "William Butler Yeats sound like a bent-over simpleton." Her reading of "Chinese Dumpling That Has Left the Bowl" is hilariously dramatic. In retaliation her daughter joins the poetry workshop under the name of  Tempestt Bledsoe and gives her own slam-delievered response poem. One workshop attendee comments that her "delivery stole focus from her words" and we see how hard it is for her to hear criticisms.

In the final scene, their workshop leader reads a poem under the name of Malcolm-Jamal warner. He gives a German-experimental/slam reading for the two girlfriends. He declares, "It’s not done" when one of them tries to snap too early. She says she'd rather eat a man eating another man’s face off than endure any more of the experimental poetry.

GbudPlaying House makes playful fun of poetry culture. The Grand Budapest Hotel, directed by Wes Anderson, elevates poetry to heroic status.

The hotel's concierge is played by Ralph Fiennes and the character loves romantic-era poetry and recites it throughout the film. He even bequeaths his collection of books to his protégée. Although he’s a typically quirky Wes Anderson character, he and his protégée are the films unquestionable heroes and reciting poetry for them is part of their hilarious and heroic journey.

There's already a website dedicated to how poetry is used in the film. It's called "What Wes Anderson's Grand Budapest Hotel can teach us about poetry: http://ricochetmag.wordpress.com/2014/04/16/wes-anderson-poetry/

It’s how Anderson uses poetry in this film that tells us something about how poetry functions…Incidentally, all of the poems in the film – which are admittedly parodic, though often quite arresting – were scripted by Anderson himself.

Early in the film, Monsieur Gustave H. (Ralph Fiennes) – concierge of the Grand Budapest Hotel – catalogues his meager possessions: “a set of ivory-backed hair brushes and my library of romantic poetry”. In fact, the library of romantic poetry is so dear to him that he seems to have committed the whole lot to memory, and takes great pleasure indulging in its recital despite it often falling on deaf ears and rolled eyes. This part of the film is filled with all the decadence and complacency of any first act – but drama is only around the corner. The function of poetry in these early scenes is fairly simple. Some small event happens and M. Gustave is reminded of a verse, which sets him off wistfully into recital – the way certain grandparents might launch into The Man from Snowy River if you don’t tread lightly. The words don’t seem to have much living meaning for M. Gustave, except that he seems to remember a time when they did, and revisits them for nostalgia’s sake.

But soon – and without giving anything away – M. Gustave and his lobby boy, Zero (Tony Revolori), are thrust (as you might expect) into a plot. And here M. Gustave’s poetry begins to serve a different function. As the characters progress through a series of escalating plot arcs, certain lines from his favourite poems surface. In brief moments of introspective calm, M. Gustave takes stock of his dire situation, is reminded of a verse, and begins again to recite out loud. However, the lines are now delivered with more intensity. The relationship between the on-screen drama and the words is palpable. Some cataclysmic event, an injustice or an act of violence, brings these words to mind, and he recites them not with a sense of nostalgia, but in total awe. This is the film’s first lesson in poetics: poems are things that make order out of chaos. They are a way of making sense. A poem read in slippers is not the same as when recited on the permafrost of some desolate wasteland. A poem read in the bath is not the same as one recalled in the face of injustice, brutality or war.

These moments of epiphany don’t last long. M. Gustave is doomed never to finish a poem because every time he pauses to reflect on the events that have led him to some brief moment of respite, some other catastrophe catches up with the pair, and the frenzied pace of the adventure resumes. The very act of pausing to make room for poetry allows the plot to catch up with its protagonists, and thrusts them back into the fray. This device is used to such great effect that the introduction of poetry into a scene takes on a role usually fulfilled by foreboding music – the audience learns that poetry spells trouble. This is the second lesson: poems are words so precisely chosen that they can provoke the hand of fate. Poems dare events to happen. In giving shape to past experience, they also disrupt the flow of future events, or at least the way they are perceived and the way we react to this perception. They are epochal in the truest sense of the word, and also transitory. And this provides us also with the third and final lesson: that poems are as relevant today as they ever were. Reflecting on M. Gustave, Zero as an old man describes him as being from a time that was over before he was born – the imputation being that Gustave’s world of poems and words and ivory-backed hair brushes was anachronistic even in the first half of the twentieth century. But these words shouldn’t be taken at face value, because  here we are, talking about Wes Anderson’s use of poetry as a diegetic film device. The function of poetry is always changing, always finding new ways to filter experience. I don’t think anyone has used it quite like this before.

   

My Poet Ancestor’s Miracle Poem

BagIn 2012 I wrote about my only ancestor (my great-grandmother's niece) who was a poet, Marylu Terral Jeans and her book Statue in the Stone. Last month I received a fascinating email about one of her poems from a man named Patrick in Pittsburgh.

Here's is the story he told:

My mother, Mary, was a Peace Corps volunteer in its early days, right after President Kennedy's assassination. She was so inspired by Kennedy that she joined the Peace Corps as a 24 year-old woman and taught English in the Philippines from 1964 through 1966.  She mother was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer about five years ago and died at age 67. 

While I was going through some of her old Peace Corps souvenirs, I found a small poem which looked like it had been torn out of a magazine by hand.  It was the poem "Love-Armored" by Marylu Terral Jeans.  I found the poem very moving, and obviously my mother did too, as she had kept it with her while thousands of miles away from home in the Philippines for 2 years (long before email, cell phones or other technology made the world seem much smaller).  I kept the poem in a ziplock bag along with some prayer cards left over from her funeral.  I put the plastic bag in a wooden box with a Bible in it. The Bible had been given to me at her funeral.  The box then went into an old oak dresser which came with me through several moves in the last few years.

This past December I bought my first home, a small brick ranch house on a mountaintop piece of land in the Laurel Highlands of Pennsylvania (50 miles East of Pittsburgh). I had a woodburner stove installed into a basement fireplace, and the installer's must have made a mistake when putting in the new chimney liner.  At 3:00 AM on December 12th, I woke up in the middle of the night because I wasn't breathing right and a smell of smoke was all through my house. I went down and checked the fireplace, and the fire in the woodburner was out.  I figured the new stove just wasn't venting properly and went back to bed.  At 7:00 AM I awoke again because I was breathing smoke and this time noticed a haze of smoke all through the house.  (I wasn't supposed to get up until 10AM, because I had worked late the night before).  I walked all through the house trying to figure out where the smoke was coming from but couldn't find any source.  I opened windows to try to air my house at this point. 

Little did I know, the underside of the hardwood floors in my home had been smoldering with fire all night waiting for oxygen. I then noticed smoke billowing up from behind the piece of furniture (an old family heirloom that had belonged to my mother's family) which held the Bible box. I ran downstairs and pulled the tiles of the drop ceiling and the entire underside of my floors were on fire. I dumped an entire fire extinguisher into the ceiling before having to flee my house due to smoke overtaking me. I made it out with just my clothes and wallet in my pocket.

Within a half hour, my entire house had burned and the first floor of the house had collapsed into the basement. It was a total loss fire. The fire had burned so intense inside the brick house that I never even found a trace of my mountain bike (all metal) and other large objects that were completely melted. But while the entire first floor had collapsed and incinerated in the fire, the old oak dresser with the Bible in it had slid down on a piece of broken floor into the basement…and it didn't burn. The area of the basement where it slid into was the vortex of the fire. It was within 8 feet of where my mountain bike and a couch had melted completely with no trace.  The oak dresser was charred, but survived. The Bible in the wooden box had remained completely untouched during the fire. It had literally been in the hottest part of the fire where nothing else survived.

Last week I began looking for the plastic bag containing the old poem which i knew had also been in the Bible box. It was nowhere to be found. I began searching Google for lines of the poem which I remembered, but there were no Google hits for a poem titled "Love Armored".  I couldn't remember the name of the author.  Very sad over the loss of this old poem which meant so much to me, I went back to what remained of my old house last week, took the boards off the windows and tramped around looking through the sludge and debris. Over a foot of water had been dumped into the basement of the house by the fire department during the fire, and it was a mess.  No luck finding anything. A friend of mine had removed the old dresser the day after the fire to dry it out in his garage, and I called him just to see if maybe the bag was still inside.

He called me back and said "This is really spooky. I have the bag, it had been lying near the dresser after the fire. The plastic bag isn't even sealed, and there are ashes in the bag, so it was open during the fire. But for some reason, none of the papers inside the bag are burnt, and there isn't even any water damage to anything in the bag". Just to clarify, a plastic ziplock bag containing paper items was lying unharmed within 8 feet of where a mountain bike and everything else in sight had completely melted in the fire. He sent pictures of the bag and the contents.   Poem A few people had been telling me since the fire that my mother had been watching over me and had awakened me before the carbon monoxide or fire could get to me. When I read the FIRST and LAST lines of the poem, it gave me chills. See the attached photos of the actual bag and poem. 

Love Armored

My love surrounds the house in which you dwell,
The place you work, the streets your feet have known,
With more of tenderness than I can tell,
And prayers I have said for you alone.
If you are lonely, know that I am near;
If you are sad, my faith will comfort you,
The things you value I shall hold most dear;
Your happiness will make me happy, too.

If you are heavy-laden, be at rest…
He who is loved need never walk alone.
He has a cloak, a sword to meet the test,
A shield, a talisman that is his own.
Be sure of this: Though you may travel far,
My love will guard you anywhere you are.

   

Poets on Cable TV

JdPoets on International Cable News!

Last week I went to Phoenix to see the opening show of Cher's Dressed to Kill tour. While Monsieur Big Bang and I were there we flipped through the channels of our hotel's cable and stumbled upon RT TV or Russia Today. Similar to CNN, this cable news station is apparently gaining popularity in the US. According to Wikipedia, "In 2011 it was the second most-watched foreign news channel in the U.S. after BBC World News."

As we tuned in, the show airing referred to RT as "radical thought" and first aired a soapbox video from a gun advocate and his suspicions about the US government. That was followed by the "spoken word artist" Jamie Dunmore reading an environmental poem called "My Call to Humanity" in full and live on the program. I was stunned at how much airtime this show gave him. And then, as if that wasn't radical enough, they interviewed him about his thoughts on how to challenge government propaganda and consumerism! Crazy!

Watch his peformance on RT
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GhostadvPoets on Ghost Hunting Reality Shows!

When I came home from seeing Cher in Phoenix, I immediately had started a week of nightshift work supporting the website of ICANN during their Singapore meeting. To keep myself awake, I watched crime shows like Snapped or anything on ID network, or, if Monsieur Big Bang is up, we like to watch ghost shows.

I must say, I'm not always convinced these shows find any ghostly evidence. I think most of what spooks us can be explained by normal events. The rest is either wishful seeking or will explained some day by future scientific discoveries. That is not to say I don't believe in life after death or ghosts per se. I am just not convinced these shows have found the chatty corpse. However, I am addicted to these shows nonetheless.

I'm fascinated by what spooks us and am  fascinated by a good old ghost story, the ability to tell a story that seizes the heart of the listener and manipulates their fears. There's a craft to it. Torhoue

So I was thrilled last night when I came upon an episode of Ghost Adventures from Season 7 in 2012 called "Tor House." The house was built in Carmel, California, by poet Robinson Jeffers and show spends a good portion of the beginning with readings of Jeffers' poetry, particularly as it relates to the location and his theories about ghosts. 

They read his poem "The Ghost" in full at the top of the show.

There is a jaggle of masonry here, on a small hill
Above the gray-mouthed Pacific, cottages and a thick-walled tower, all made of rough sea rock
And Portland cement. I imagine, fifty years from now,
A mist-gray figure moping about this place in mad moonlight, examining
the mortar-joints, pawing the

Parasite ivy: "Does the place stand? How did it take that last earthquake?" Then someone comes
From the house-door, taking a poodle for his bedtime walk. The dog snarls and retreats; the man
Stands rigid, saying "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "Nothing to hurt you," it answers, "I am just looking
At the walls that I built. I see that you have played hell
With the trees that I planted." "There has to be room for people," he answers. "My God," he says, "That still!"

The ghost hunters speculate on his predictions in the poem and the coincidences they have Robisonjeffersexperienced during their production of the episode, which is the 50th anniversary of his death at the house in 1962.

This is one of many favorite uses, among many, of poetry: going beyond aesthetics to mine poetry for practical information based on a topic, in this case ghosts.

The show's participants sat around a table and thumbed through Jeffers' books of poetry, asking questions and looking for clues to his theories about the paranormal, particularly his Stone Tape Theory which they describe and find evidence of in his poem called "Carmel Point"

The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses—
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs;   
No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing,
Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rock-heads—
Now the spoiler has come: does it care?
Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide   
That swells and in time will ebb, and all
Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty   
Lives in the very grain of the granite,
Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.—As for us:   
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves;
We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident
As the rock and ocean that we were made from.
 

Particularly they focus on the line "lives in the very grain of the granite." They also find something in the poem "Granite and Cypress."

Then they do a full, dramatic "on location" reading of the poem "Inscription for the Gravestone." Their shared performance of the poem are both funny and moving. I'm amazied just that they are doing it!

In discussing his death bed, they read from "The Bed by the Window."

I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed
When we built the house, it is ready waiting,
Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who hardly suspects
Its latter purpose. I often regard it,
With neither dislike nor desire; rather with both, so equalled
That they kill each other and a crystalline interest
Remains alone. We are safe to finish what we have to finish;
And then it will sound rather like music
When the patient daemon behind the screen of sea-rock and sky
Thumps with his staff, and calls thrice: 'Come, Jeffers.'

Then they interview the staff. Archivist/writer Joan (Meyers) Hendrickson tells of a ghostly experience she had where she heard keys jangling in the lock and saw an apparition cross a room to a window. She wrote a poem about the experience called "Revenant" which she reads on the show. I loved her line, "the long deceased stone mason come to visit the reliquary that held his heart".

Like all ghost shows, this one finds random, non sequitur EVPs (electronic voice phenomena) and possibly a video apparition outside Hawk Tower which could be explained by video calibration. They do debunk some orbs and the humming of a piano wires which occurs when the host starts to talk too loud.

You get a tour of the beautiful grounds of Tor House and the coast of California and learn a bit about Robinson and his mystic-wife Una. You see the artifacts of his life including his writing desk. It was like visiting a writers house on Book TV but with an EVP recorder and a SB7 spirit box.

The Travel Channel page on the show with clips from the show
Access to watch the full episode on Amazon or iTunes

  

Movies with Poetry: John Keats & Marlon Riggs (2009/1989)

BsBright Star (2009) is another BBC Films movie focusing on the 1818 love story between John Keats, (played like a heartthrob by Ben Whishaw), and Fannie Brawne, (played by Abbie Cornish), with screenplay and direction by Jane Campion.

This was another winner with great depictions of the following:

– the pompous, insufferable poet who has no sense of humor about himself or anything else, played by Paul Schneider as Keats’ friend Mr. Brown

– sequestering yourself to get writing done

– poor reviews and poor sales

– choosing a life of poetry even though this entails poverty

– really good friends who are actually not very good friends whenever they provide blind, tragic generosity.

Just as she did in The Piano, director Campion makes another unhurried, particular movie. She is a master of shooting the outdoors, the outside lawns and forests of Hampstead Village, full of butterflies and the sounds of the woods. Campion is also good at including adorable little girls in her pictures, girls who run around the heath and steal the movie.

Here, Campion sets up a parallel of craft between Brawne’s labors over stitching and sewing her fashions and the labor of Keats' writing. There is a scene midway that is a remarkable bit of visual poetry itself: Brawne laying in her bed in the first thoes of love as her window curtain floats across the room toward her.

Campion also does a few studies in the ruffles of “almost-silence” (with interesting foley sound effects) and visually in a look at love’s madness (with a succession of butterfly scenes that begin with beauty and end in depression—hey, we’ve all been there).

Brawne suffers trying to relate to Keats, declaring, “poems are a strain to work out” before she asks Keats to teach her how to read a poem. Keats describes reading poetry to her as similar to swimming in a lake. The point is not to rush over to the other side but to enjoy floating in the middle of it.

Many of Keats' most famous poems are recited. You also get to feel the exhilarating joy and tactility of receiving hand-written letters.

But warning: this movie is not for those with a “delicate constitution” as the film requires a steady crying jag that lasts practically the full final half.

TuTongues Untied is one of the documentaries listed in the documentary about 50 documentaries you should see before you die. The movie is both a collage of experiment and a personal statement by Marlon Riggs about his experiences as a black gay man. Between narratives, the movie weaves in spoken-word poetry, popular music and dance.

At the time of its release, the movie was labeled pornographic and used as an example in the attack against national funding for the arts. Looking back, that response looks shamefully puritan.

Beautiful performance poetry on issues of race and sexuality. Not for those who are squeamish about frank discussions and depictions of race and sexuality. Highly recommended otherwise.

  

   

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