Wednesday, February 18, 2009

On singing something from your guts

(We should not forget Paul Blackburn.)

My poetry may not be typically American, or at least
in matter, not

solely so: but I think it does make use of certain techniques which, even

when not invented by American poets, find their particular exponents

there in contemporary letters, from Pound & Doctor Williams, to younger

writers like Paul Carroll or Duncan or Creeley.

Techniques of juxtaposition.

Techniques of speech rhythms,

very intense,

developed slowly, as

would have

with a friend.

Personally, I affirm two things:

possibility of warmth & contact

the human relationship :

as juxtaposed against the materialistic pig of a technological world,

where relationships are only "useful" i.e., exploited,

psychologically or materially.

the possibility of s o n g

within that world: which is like saying 'yes' to sunlight.

On the matter of song: I believe there must be a return toward

musical structure of poetry, just as there must be, for certain people at

least, a return to warmth within a relationship.

However impractical
that may seem in a society controlled in some of its

most intimate aspects by monstrous, which are totally irresponsible,

corporations, organized for the greatest gain of the most profit: and whose

natural growth, like that of any organism, is toward monopoly,

self-completion, self-


eventually self-competition and self-destruction.

In a world that is so quickly losing its individuals,
it can only be the

individuals who persist, who can work any change of direction, i.e. control

the machines, or destroy them.

Machines can be very beneficent as means

a better


as either

or socializing agents.

But as a means to control for the limited number of men who now own them,

(but the president or general manager of the corporation

really owns nothing but his own salary (and his power) so that

even the controlling minds of these gigantic corporate machines

are irresponsible. That is, not subject to the effects

their own decisions)


personnel, the individuals

are replaceable, all the way to the top. The machine, the organisation, has

itself created the position and will function without the individual, has,

in that sense created the person to fill the 'p o s i t i o n'

its own needs) so that

when, in these upper reaches, the 'organisation' the machine itself

becomes master, it can only mean disaster, global and particular.

I do not claim that a greater frequency of rhyme than is
now made use of

in American poetry will, in time, set things right.

Only that if a man could sing the poems his poets write

and could understand them - and if

the poets would sing something from their guts,
rather than

the queasy contents of same,

then that man would stand a better

chance, of being a whole man, than

him who stands or sits and says but 'Yes' all day.

Enough man to stand where it is necessary to take a stand.

To give

and man enough to receive, LOVE,

he finds it offered.

To take the sun and the goods of the earth, while it lasts.


in whatever way he can

monstrous machines that try, and will try, to

b l i t e r a t e him, for



Dale said...

This is terrific! Thanks for sharing it.... Dale

baj salchert said...

Yah, baby!