Brenda Hillman at Open Books, November 19, 2009

I got to Open Books ten minutes before the reading was scheduled to start. Most of the crowd came after I arrived. John Marshall read a nice introduction and rigged a laptop to an overhead projector, so we could see images on the wall as Hillman read. It was part-activist report, part-poetry, but the two aspects complimented, even fed each other. The new book she was in town to promote is: Practical Water. Hillman’s bio is here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brenda_Hillman

She mentioned how Duncan and Levertov were guides for her and that Levertov’s late poetry was initially a disappointment, that it had a ragged quality unlike her earlier work. Hillman went back to it after being involved with Code Pink (and its organized resistance to the current war) and enjoyed Levertov’s later poems more, as documents of being witness. She even read one of the Levertov poems as the first half of it was projected onto the screen. (See below.)

In the spirit of Levertov, Hillman discussed the role of poetry in society. She was so eloquent that I was scribbling furiously and could only get a fragment of what she communicated. This was no rehashed speech, either. This was someone open, committed and comfortable talking extemporaneously about these matters. It was clear right away to me that she had taken the Duncan/Levertov poetics and embodied them. She did mention that she was inspired by the San Francisco Renaissance poets, and cited Duncan and Snyder as two chief sources, but in her reading/presentation, she showed that these poets created the groundwork from which a more developed gesture had emerged. Here’s some of what she said at the start:

Poetry brings a set of values (oppositional) to official culture. Poetry is extremely valuable for this reason… It is important for the sense of the ecology of being in the world.”

Now here’s where I go back to an earlier post regarding George Bowering and Fred Wah. In the introduction to Wah’s Selected Poems, Loki is Buried at Smokey Creek, Bowering says:

“It is no secret that Wah derived early sensibility from Charles Olson & Ed Dorn, poets who found ineluctable relationships between a sense of place as signified, & the projection of the body’s consciousness as signifier.”

And this notion, inspired by Olson’s Proprioception essay, is all about the ecology of being in the world. Going back to that essay, Olson understood the difference between superficial levels of consciousness (he linked them to the ego) and the greater depth of the “SENSIBILITY WITHIN THE ORGANISM BY MOVEMENT OF ITS OWN TISSUES”(1). (Olson’s use of capital letters maintained.) He knew the feeling from experience and described it as being “inside us/& at the same time does not feel literally identical with our own physical or mortal self (the part that can die”.) He said it the unconscious “is the universe flowing-in, inside.” Tell me Pound got this far into it!

Here’s my theory. The poet is an outlaw, in the words of Michael McClure. The pure poet. (He once lectured on this at Auburn Riverside High School during SPLAB’s Auburn period.) Outlaw against WHAT is the question. The answer, the Industry-Generated-Culture. The IGC is a culture seeking what it can get from the people, rather than what it can give to the people. This is a complete perversion of what culture is supposed to be and it is indeed, often perverted: the Super Bowl’s wardrobe malfunction, the pornography industry, politics, the war economy, the fast food and pharmaceutical industries, the widespread use of high fructose corn syrup and genetically-modified organisms, Fox News, the list goes on and on.

How does one exist in a balanced manner in such an environment? As a human in an environment which only espouses a materialistic model, a competition/domination ethos? The conventional answer is pharmaceuticals.

The Archives of General Psychiatry found that 10% of the U.S. population is on antidepressants, a near-doubling in ten years of those numbers (2).

That’s not REAL balance, as the liver of anyone in that percentage will eventually tell you. That, of course, is if they develop the consciousness to understand their own body’s signals. (add THIS notion to the current debate over health care reform!) This capacity to tap into the body’s wisdom is inherently related to proprioception, a feedback system constantly giving us information on our place in the universe, literally. It’s how you can find your mouth while eating crackers while browsing the web. Without proprioception, you’d have to look each cracker directly into your pie hole.

The practice of Projective Verse, or Open form, or Organic Poetry (as Duncan and Levertov called it in the early 60’s and my preferred term) strengthens perception (proprioception-included) through a feedback system that is free-associative in nature, but taps into fields much larger than the poet composing in this manner. In his book Three Poems, Michael McClure elaborates on the method:

To write spontaneously does not mean to write carelessly or without thought and deep experience. In fact, there must be a vision and a poetics that are alive and conscious…When the poem is finished I listen to it…and see that it has a deeper consciousness and brighter thoughts than I was aware of while writing (3).

Robin Blaser wrote a long essay called The Practice of Outside and the TISH group, (including the aforementioned Bowering and Wah) took these notions from Olson, Duncan, Spicer and others and ran with it. (Wrote with it.) Why hasn’t this method been the dominant one in U.S. outsider poetics? It may be as simple as the prevalence of the mechanistic ethos (if that can be called an ethos) which is to U.S. citizens what water is to fish. I’m convinced an organic poetry practice is an antidote; a strengthening of these receptors that leads the poet to deeper fields. McClure likens the practice to being an athlete and it’s a useful metaphor, but I wouldn’t skip the yoga and stair-machine if I were you and I am sure McClure’s not suggesting that either.

Back to the Brenda Hillman reading.

She mentioned that she wrote to Denise Levertov when she was 13. Ironically, it was Levertov who wrote to T.S. Eliot when she was a similar age. But Levertov was to transcend Eliot’s poetics like Hillman was destined to transcend Levertov’s.

Hillman mentioned that, during the 70’s, she was quite disappointed about the turn in Levertov’s verse. Unlike the open nature of her earlier poems, her anti-Vietnam war poems were, in Hillman’s word ragged. But, coming back to them recently, she found the value in them, the value of being witness if nothing else. She read one of Levertov’s poems as an example:

At the Justice Department November 15, 1969
BY DENISE LEVERTOV

Brown gas-fog, white
beneath the street lamps.
Cut off on three sides, all space filled
with our bodies.
Bodies that stumble
in brown airlessness, whitened
in light, a mildew glare,
that stumble
hand in hand, blinded, retching.
Wanting it, wanting
to be here, the body believing it’s
dying in its nausea, my head
clear in its despair, a kind of joy,
knowing this is by no means death,
is trivial, an incident, a
fragile instant. Wanting it, wanting
with all my hunger this anguish,
this knowing in the body
the grim odds we’re
up against, wanting it real.
Up that bank where gas
curled in the ivy, dragging each other
up, strangers, brothers
and sisters. Nothing
will do but
to taste the bitter
taste. No life
other, apart from.

Notice how Levertov resonated with the anguish of opposition and tasting the bitter taste, that she was consumed by it. Duncan warned her in all his Freudian splendor about this tendency to let this feeling overtake one’s higher judgment, but he may have had other motivations beyond Levertov’s mental/spiritual health.

Hillman’s reading/presentation, like the new book, was (is) tied up with images and stories of the Code Pink resistance to the current wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Her take on the combination of poetry and current events, akin to Ed Sanders’ Investigative Poetry, she calls Reportorial Poetry. She referred to an essay of hers:

 

Reportorial Poetry, Trance & Activism

Reportorial poetics can be used to record detail with immediacy while one is doing an action & thinking about something else.

Experience crosses over with that which is outside experience; the unknown receives this information as an aquifer receives replenishing rain. Meditative states can be used to cross material boundaries, to allow you to be in several places at once, such as Congress & ancient Babylon.

I recorded notes in Washington while attending hearings & participating in actions to make the record collective and personal. Working with trance while sitting in the Congressional hearings I recorded details in a notebook.

If bees can detect ultraviolet rays, there are surely more possibilities in language & government. The possible is boundless.

Whether or not you have the strength to resist official versions that are devastating the earth & its creatures, you could in any case send back reports. If political parties will not provide solutions, the good can occur when people gather in small groups to work for justice in each community using imagination without force.

People could leave their computers at least briefly to engage with others in public spaces. It is then the potential of each word comes forward.

If you have no time or strength, act without time or strength because they may follow. In the meantime you could imagine that you have them.

 

Hillman knows the possibilities in government are captive to the advances in culture, because that’s where language lives, thrives and evolves. The culture then propels the politics. (Or doesn’t.) It is not now because the demands of the Industry-Generated-Culture will not allow it. Such a culture is the culmination of the competition/domination ethos and will crash only when said ethos has eaten itself tail first as in the Ouroboros. All things return to ash & we may get to see the happy ending in this one, only to reveal the sinister side of the next reality.

Her poem DRAGONSKIN reports on the real business of war as part description of a subcommittee hearing on a body armor being pitched by a nameless salesman. (Willy Loman on steroids, another symptom of the IGC.)

This evening was so rich, Hillman so tuned in, yet effortless, speaking with such grace and clarity, one could fill a small quote book with critical statements worth repeating and further study. But rather than demonizing the scholars and profiteers of war and letting one’s consciousness resonate with the hate & becoming subsumed by it, Hillman retains intact (in her own words) the “political & spiritual/aesthetic parts of yr (her) brain together.” This is evidenced by the line from the poem, In a House Subcommittee On Electronic Surveillance:

i can see half a heart in each Congressman

In this capacity she’s consistent with her urge for us in honoring yr interior wildness. But, unlike the early settlers of this continent who saw the North American wilderness, had the shit scared out of them & began to attempt to cultivate a huge English garden, Hillman has used the combination of SF Renaissance/Black Mountain poetics, imbued with a interior wilderness (so accessible to West Coast residents) to brilliant effect. This is way beyond the parlor tricks of most contemporary poetry. This is the kind of work still giving light in 400 years when we have safely overcome the tremendous darkness of our current time.

9:08P – 11.21.09

(1) http://www.globalvoicesradio.org/What_is_Consciousness_5.5.05.htm
(2) http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2009-08-03-antidepressants_N.htm
(3) http://www.globalvoicesradio.org/Inside_Dolphin_Skull_10.13.06.htm

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Fred Wah, Richard Hugo, Food & Ministry

Last night’s Living Room, our third edition in our new home, was another satisfying exchange of original work, and one poem from one of the best-known NW poets.

Remember, Living Room is a writer’s critique circle happening every Tuesday starting at 7P at the Columbia City Cinema, 4816 Rainier AV S. in the 2nd floor lounge.

Toby Steers was the first to join Meredith and me in the circle. A first-timer, his gf was kind enough to point him to SPLAB. He read a food-oriented blog piece that was intelligent and humorous, with the occasional quirky leap. For instance, he mentioned syphilis in a passage. You don’t expect that in a discussion of food! (Toby can certainly link to the piece he read once it’s on-line.) In the meantime, check out his food blog: http://faraisfare.blogspot.com/ and scroll down to see the line: “hell is other people’s kitchens.”

Ramon Hildreth is getting back into his poetry practice. He took the Link from SeaTac and read a Richard Hugo poem entitled:

The Colors of a Bird

A bird sails from the hole in that high stone
circles once and glides down, humming
with his wings He seemed white half-
way up, but green now as he ticks
the river. No one doubts the water.
It will eat the best men from the sky.

Gold. Not gold, but blue. The tan bird
in and out of sunlight hugs the stream.
Now he uses cedar bark for amber,
takes the color of a hostile man.
He has no taste. How satisfied he seems
anywhere he flies throughout the spectrum.

He found shades of pink in Italy.
Man can give one color only,
promise birds a perfect afternoon:
trout and worm, a coy girl brought to answer
in the grass. The bird will never brown
hoping for the sun this river flicks.

The red bird sweeps the evening water flat.
Picnics never work. The army
separates in current as they drown.
Now the laughing black bird draws
a hectic line of nothing on the air
and drives relieved into the rock dark.

I was reminded of Olson quoting Pound’s distaste for picnics when Olson visited him at St. Elizabeth’s. A quote from Maximus, right? (Am blogging at sbux, so no access to my library.) Olson also said present tense is the tense of the mythic & this poem is very much written in the moment, in a meter that is palpable and yet natural. Ramon used the line: It will eat the best men from the sky as an epigraph for a poem he just sent me and may read in the Living Room in the future.

Darla DeFrance read from her memoir about her time doing ministry for sailors in the NY Port Authority in the months after 911. Another first-time Living Room attendee, she heard about it via the Columbia City Wiki. (How cool is this neighborhood?) She could have read a lot longer, the use of language intelligent and the flow quite palpable. But it can be nerve-wracking to expose your work in front of strangers. We try to make it easy at the Living Room.

I read two older pieces I have never yet unveiled, based on a project I started after finishing .
A Time Before Slaughter
. More on that later, as the series is not finished, but Living Room attendees get an early glimpse.

Am still thinking about a quote George Bowering made about Fred Wah, and which we mulled in the Living Room a week ago:

“It is no secret that Wah derived early sensibility from Charles Olson & Ed Dorn, poets who found ineluctable relationships between a sense of place as signified, & the projection of the body’s consciousness as signifier.”

I’ve an email into George about this. More should it arrive.

Hope to see you in the Living Room.

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E-Fishwrapper

Sam Hamill’s latest Poets Against War editorial & more…

At the recent Seattle Bookfest in our new Columbia City neighborhood, Sam Hamill was speaking about the role of the poet and engaged citizen. Sam believes that poets have more responsibility to call out injustice and act against it, especially when perpetrated by our own government in our name. Speaking truth to power is one phrase for it, but Sam carries the weight of a poet/translator/editor who has been engaged in this manner for almost 50 years.

Yet, one attendee yelled from the back RANT, as if active anger is not allowed. As if the clarity brought on by correct use of anger should not be exercised in “nice Seattle.” Sam has another idea in his latest essay, linked here: http://www.poetsagainstthewar.org/

Something quite interesting is happening at Seattle’s historic Sorrento Hotel: “Night School at the Sorrento” is a series of cultural events happening at the Sorrento Hotel that’s the brainchild of chef Michael Hebb, working in collaboration with Sorrento co-owner Barbara Malone. This year marks the 100th anniversary of the Sorrento, and Malone wanted to do more than just throw a party. In looking through Sorrento’s archives, she discovered that soon after its 1909 opening, the hotel became Seattle’s answer to the Algonquin, busy with readings and musical events. Why not do something similar in 2009? More here, including info on a very cool event happening tomorrow (Thursday, 11.12.09)

And if you have not heard by now, your ever-faithful Splabman has a new book of poems. That aforementioned Sam Hamill had this to say about the book: Paul Nelson’s epic Slaughter explores the history, mythology and ecology of a place, a meeting-ground for various cultural interchanges, both good and bad, in the tradition of Charles Olson’s Maximus Poems or W.C. Williams’ Paterson, but uniquely his own. It is a pleasure to read—enlightening, serious, funny, and overflowing with life.

—Sam Hamill

Slaughter is the original name of Auburn and was home to that wily Splabman for 17 years, 6 months and 2 days. Details on the book here: http://www.apprenticehouse.com/index.cfm?p=catalog&id=28

Be patient with our new E-Fishwrapper format. We’re an old dog learning a new trick and we won’t pee on the floor in the process.

Ciao,

YWS

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Living Room Report

Living Room continues every Tuesday night through December 15 at 7PM in the 2nd floor lounge of the Columbia City Cinema. Won’t you consider bringing a copy of some recent writing to share with the gathered for discussion?

Benedicite(Cover)

In the last Living Room, an intimate group discussed the new chapbook by Peter O’Leary, Benidicite. A Detroit native who earned a Ph.D. in Divinity at the University of Chicago, he now teaches at the School of the Art Institute in Chicago.

The word chapbook does not do justice to the remarkable beauty of this book, published by Answer Tag Press, with covers letterpressed at Dexterity Press in Chicago. The beauty of it is evident when you see it as well as when you read it. I learned of Peter’s educational background AFTER reading the book and meeting him for the first time at Myopic Books for a reading of three fine Milwaukee poets, Tom Hibbard & Chuck Stebelton & Roberto Harrison.

That divinity background, combined with a poetic lineage that would include Robert Duncan, Nathaniel Mackey and, most importantly Walt Whitman, serves the poem and poet well. It is my feeling that, as poets in North America, we have a duty to strive to experience the world with the kind of wonder that propelled the Good Gray Poet. O’Leary agrees and channels a Whitmanic urge into a remarkable modern spiritual experience:

you mammals
you new emotional sensations
you intoxicated central nervous system
you flowers displaying and you pollenators
you songbirds in sexual colors
and you flesh of fruit
and you mother and baby sensing the quality of these
things and remembering it
you elepahantine-massive whales and whatever else in
the waters moveth
you birds in the sky threading the air with flight
you innovation of flying
you lumbering beasts of the land
you cattle sweet as grass
and you handsome cougar slain in the neighborhood
and you little housecat sphinxes perplexing the sun
you people
you daughters and you sons;
make holy this song

O’Leary is one of the most intelligent and conscious poet/scholars of his generation (born 1968). This new work, inspired by the film Into Great Silence is part of a longer poem The Phosphoresence of Thought.

While I was a little disappointed by the ending of this book (and you can read it yourself for your own view), I was still delighted to come across it and have the opportunity to discuss it and poetry in general with a man who’s obviously an important poet whose future work will no doubt strengthen that view. Now it is up to us, as North American poets, to study Whitman’s traces and propel them throughout the cosmos.

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