My first acceptance! (0)
Posted 11 March, 2010 in My poems, Poetry
I just found out that the audio version of “Eating Godzilla” was accepted for the upcoming “New Classics” issue of qarrtsiluni. That issue will come out from May to June, with new work posted each day. Watch this space for updates, and thanks, qarrtsiluni!
Waverly Gate (0)
Posted 11 March, 2010 in Poetry
thethe poetry blog has a beautiful piece today from Sarah V. Schweig. You should go read it:
Poetry & jazz with Sam Sadigursky (2)
Posted 11 March, 2010 in Jazz, Music, Poetry, The Jazz Session
Show #150! Crazy, ain’t it?
Multi-instrumentalist Sadigursky just released Words Project III: Miniatures (New Amsterdam, 2010), the third in his series of releases combining contemporary poetry with improvised and through-composed music. In this interview, Sadigursky talks about his decision to use poems as an inspiration for composition; which texts lend themselves to his work and why; and what the various vocalists on his albums bring to the music. Learn more at samsadigursky.com.
LISTEN: The Jazz Session #150: Sam Sadigursky
If you’d like to buy this album, you can support The Jazz Session by purchasing it via the link below:
The sonnet in all (or at least many of) its forms (0)
Posted 10 March, 2010 in Poetry
Sina Queyras, poet and blogger at Harriet, the Poetry Foundation blog, wrote an interesting post on the modern sonnet. In it, she mentions this erasure poem by Jen Bervin, from her book Nets:
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Wow. You can find out more at jenbervin.com, and here’s a link to Bervin’s book:
POEM: Blackout (0)
Posted 9 March, 2010 in Audio Poems, My poems, Poetry
Listen to this poem using the player above.
Blackout
during the war he rode the English trains
asking strangers to wake him at his stop
they never did, and he’d find himself lost
in the blacked-out countryside
worried that the Brits would find him
and think he was a German spy
“They’d shoot ya,” he told me
holding on to the bar in the subway
and leaning against his wife
“My Ro,” he called her
they’d just been to the opera
to see Atilla, and now here he was navigating
the depths of this city, trying to
find the next connection and looking for help
to yet another stranger on a train
I grasped his hand as I led his Ro and him
to the shuttle for Grand Central
this time all the lights were on,
and no shots were fired
POEM: Eating Godzilla (3)
Posted 4 March, 2010 in Audio Poems, Japan, Movies, My poems, Poetry
Listen to this poem using the player above. The music is “Crude Friendly” by Kevin Baird. The laughter is by Bernie and John.
Eating Godzilla
for some reason, we started with the tail
you’d think that would be the toughest part
but after we’d sliced away the scales
the flesh was surprisingly tender
and no, it didn’t like taste like chicken
well, maybe a little
but it also had that metallic
just-out-of-the-microwave aftertaste
probably from the lingering effects of the radiation
Kazuhiro had insisted on serving side dishes
despite our obvious inability to finish
the great green lizard in one sitting
so we’d sautéed Mothra in a sesame sauce
and served him (her? it?) in lovely
sculpted bowls that fit perfectly in the hand
I’d suggested also eating Raymond Burr
just for old times’ sake
but by this time he was more fat than meat
and who can be bothered to pare all that away
just for a few grizzled bits of TV lawyer?
anyway, after the tail was finished we
cracked open Godzilla’s skull to get at
what we thought would be
the salty brain encased within
imagine our surprise, then, when
the skull turned out to contain
thousands of Pez candies
in a variety of fruity colors
Iwai-kun suggested handing them out to the children
who’d naturally gathered ’round us
for a look at the sundered source
of their nightmares
you should have seen the smiles
on their faces as he
reached his hands into the skull
and drew forth the rainbow
of sugary delights
he tossed the Pez out like Mardi Gras beads
and the kids scrummaged for them, squealing
POEM: Tea Ceremony Hurts Yours Legs (4)
Posted 3 March, 2010 in Audio Poems, Japan, My poems, Poetry, Travel
Listen to this poem using the player above.
Tea Ceremony Hurts Yours Legs
at 17, I studied the ancient art of tea ceremony
with my final host-mother
and a teacher who seemed middle-aged
but may have been just slightly older than I am now
I’m not sure about the sensei,
but one thing I do know is
tea ceremony hurts your legs
the insidious thing is that you
don’t even notice it at first
you’re too focused on
placing the bowl just so
the ladle along the crook
between your thumb and index finger
the sugary snacks on a piece
of pristine rice paper
floating above the tatami floor
after a while, it feels like
you yourself are suspended
above the floor, just slightly
is this enlightenment?
did I, at 17, achieve satori?
wait till my parents hear about this!
and it’s then, as you leap up
to spread the word
that you realize your mistake
and pitch face-down onto the mat
spilling your carefully whipped green foam
and crushing the delicate wooden ladle
POEM: Where In The World Is Weldon Kees? (0)
Posted 2 March, 2010 in Audio Poems, My poems, Poetry
Listen to this poem using the player above.
On July 19, 1955, poet Weldon Kees’ car was found on the Golden Gate Bridge with the keys still in the ignition. Shortly before, he’d told a friend that he wanted to move to Mexico to start a new life.
Where In The World Is Weldon Kees?
“It is still not known whether he killed himself or went to Mexico.”
– from a Poetry Foundation podcast about Kees
Or maybe both
perhaps all suicides go to Mexico
sit invisibly in the zocalo
and listen to the mariachi band
if unbaptized babies
are shunted off to limbo
and a beef jerky
can get you purgatory
why couldn’t a leap from the Golden Gate
land you in Guadalajara?
