July 19, 2014

Lucretia Borgia and Romancing the Chairs

Leah Englund Brick's interpretation of Gertrude Stein's 1938 play Lucretia Borgia uses shadow puppets and chairs to deliver Stein's reflexive portrait of a woman who is having an identity crisis. In the forum of the Capital Fringe at the Atlas Performing Arts Center seen July 18, 2014, Brick and Small Batch Theatre Company with support from Towson University presented a 55-minute work of physical theater, which the Dresser thinks is a good way to ground the psychological ruminations of the least read Modernist.ThroneSmall.jpg

















While Stein's play calls for five characters and a crowd (Brick's play uses placards during the puppet show to announce that there are five characters and a crowd), Brick's play makes do with three actors--Katharine Ariyan, Sadie Lockhart and Elizabeth Scollan--embodying aspects of Lucretia Borgia as well as a recorded male voice. The Dresser thinks that the first chair on stage, a chair with arms, is the fifth character while subsequent chairs make up the crowd. Are chairs part of Stein's theatrical landscape for her Lucretia Borgia? No, but here the Dresser applauds Brick's good instincts. For example, in Stein's Tender Buttons, chairs--and tables, for that matter--point to a dialectic on existence, a subject that Stein explores throughout her work.

Because there is no story through line, the Dresser will provide some lines from the play to establish signposts indicating a sense of what the work is "about."

"If you made her come can you kill her."
"How pleasant to count--1 2 3 4 5 6 7..."
"Be careful of eight's."
"Once upon a time there was a shotgun."
"They will call me a suicide blonde."
"Later I will kill my twin..."

Stein draws her character from medieval history--Lucretia Borgia came from a sinister family who used her for political gain. Rumor has it that the historic Lucretia wore a hollow ring in which she kept poison.

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So, Dear Reader, you might be wondering what happens during the performance. Here are some observations. In the unspoken shadow play as the show opens, we see a woman smoking a cigarette from a long cigarette holder. Cigarette holders are fashion accessories and suggest some kind of affectation. When one of the Lucretia's comes out from behind the shadow puppet scrim, she steps into a long gown and then ascends a ramp leading to the chair that the Dresser will call the throne. Once seated on the throne, Lucretia #1 proceeds to make up her face. In fact each of the Lucretia's dons the same dress and uses the same makeup box. What's new are the interactions these aspects of Lucretia have with the throne and later with additional chairs that get shoved on stage as if a crowd is gathering. Meanwhile, Lucretia has been referred to as Jenny, Winnie, and Gloria. And by the way, Stein used Lucretia Borgia in her novel Ida, which she wrote and rewrote from 1937 to 1940.

Threading the acts and scenes of Brick's production together (did the Dresser say that Act I is announced variously, one of Stein's destabilizing strategies for her plays) is recorded music including a strummed "Tea for Two" and a roaring Twenties tune. Stein suggests that the play is an opera and Brick's audience occasionally sees a placard with the word opera written on it. Even the genre--play or opera--has an identity crisis.

Communication disconnect and the issue of fame chasing makes Leslie McGrath's poem "Two Poles and a Suicide" interesting commentary to Leah Englund Brick's Lucretia Borgia. Is Lucretia living in a dining room hell with all the chairs that appear on stage? Possibly. And where are the men--only a disembodied voice off stage. Why is Lucretia a suicide blonde--a fashionable woman with bleached hair who knocks the men dead? There is a lot to think about in Brick's production. As always with Gertrude Stein, the thinking is best done with aslant aids such the intriguing "Two Poles and a Suicide" that refers to a sorceress, white elephants, black pearls, a nomad, and a dendritic tripwire.

TWO POLES AND A SUICIDE

Look at how her dark eyes smile
black as her last night.
Her photo's curled, yellow.
A chip. A chip to shoulder.

She was sorceress, sorely loved,
linger of mint, a plea left
on too many answering machines
when there were answering machines.
Everything is smaller now.

She was, she said, slave
to a slave to fame, a lover
of white elephants, black
pearls. Nomad in a fatherless
land, she traveled from
pole to pole until
left at the altar of exhaustion,
a dendritic tripwire
strung from attic to basement,
she died in the dining room
and she had company.

A tour guide, she was,
not to the hell of her own
despair, blithe and capricious,
but to the imagined hell
even mention of her name
now takes us to. We are not
to be blamed for going there.
We are not to blamed
for going there.


By Leslie McGrath
from By the Windpipe

Copyright © 2014 Leslie McGrath

May 4, 2014

The Magic Flute Speaks English

On May 3, 2014, Washington National Opera premiered a highly colorful interpretation of Amadeus Mozart's The Magic Flute. Co-produced by San Francisco Opera Association, Opera Omaha, Lyric Opera of Kansas City, and Opera Carolina, Kelley Rourke's translation of Die Zauberflöte, Emanuel Schikaneder's original libretto in German, sparkles with contemporary references and current day idioms without going overboard. What's particularly interesting is Rourke has recently done two English translations of Die Zauberflöte. The other produced by Boston Lyric Opera premiered in 2013 and reframes Schikaneder's story using a Mayan setting and a contemporary and dreamscape timeframe. The WNO production directed by Harry Silverstein, conducted by Philippe Auguin, and using sets and costumes by visual artist Jun Kaneko veers into a fantastic world bringing to mind Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, Maurice Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are, and the Sergei Diaghilev-Erik Satie-Jean Cocteau-Pablo Picasso ballet production Parade.

But wait, this Silverstein-Kaneko production of Flute had other English translators. San Francisco Opera Association, Opera Omaha, and Lyric Opera of Kansas City used David Gockley's English-language translation and Conductor James Meena for Opera Carolina used his own adaptation of the widely used Ruth and Thomas Martin translation. And shall the Dresser mention that Lyric Opera of Kansas City presented Flute sung in English with German subtitles? What does all of this say about the words used to present Mozart's singspiel comic, but still serious, opera? Perhaps this matters only to a critic who has seen these numerous productions scattered around the United States or to a critic like the Dresser who has a focus on the written word. The Dresser has to assume for this production the only parts that have to remain the same to make this production identifiable are the music, the direction, costumes, and sets.

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With a runtime of three hours and presented in two acts with one twenty-minute intermission, the story concerns a youth's journey to prove himself a man and win the hand of a kidnapped young woman. Flute 1Queen-Scott Suchman.jpgHer mother, the Queen of the Night (Kathryn Lewek sings the well-known bel canto aria "The Vengeance of Hell boil in my heart" quite satisfyingly) demands that daughter Pamina (Maureen Kay) kill Sarastro, her kidnapper. Sarastro (sung by bass baritone Soloman Howard) has told Pamino that her mother doesn't have her best interests in mind. Dealing with a bigger problem--how to save his secret society brotherhood from extinction, Sarastro sees that Prince Tomino (Joseph Kaiser) has potential to lead his waning brotherhood and Pamina would be the best reward for the prince. While Tamino and Pamina are pawns of Sarastro and the Queen of Night, they are destined to be a loving couple. Side characters to the main love story are the evil Monostatos (John Easterlin) who covets Pamina, the clownish Papageno (Joshua Hopkins) who serves as an unwilling aid to Tamino, and Papagena (Ashley Emerson), the woman who will become Papageno's wife.

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In looking back at the production, many aspects of the show were enjoyable. The Dresser particularly loved the duet between Papageno and Papagena where they agree to marry and proliferate. The scene is colorfully populated with baby chicks because after all, these two are lovebirds. Baritone Joshua Hopkins stands out for his consistently excellent performance throughout the opera. Stealing the show goes to the three Spirits, child singers--Will McKelvain, Jared Marshall, and Arya Bailan. They sound like the Munchkins whom Alice meets in Oz. The audience first experiences the heavenly voices of the Spirits as they ride across the "sky" in individual buckets. Another favorite scene was the bird ballet that made the Dresser think of Diaghilev's Ballet Russe performing in the highly art-filled Parade.

While the Dresser realizes Kaneko has introduced Eastern inflection into this production that includes the Kabuki-style white face makeup used for most of the characters except Tamino, Paminam and the Queen of the Night, there seems to be a chaotic mix of influences that begins with the evolving and devolving colorful stripes that paint the backdrop of the stage as the overture plays. Perhaps had the Dresser never seen The Magic Flute before she would have given no thought to understanding why these Mondrian-like stripes were playing across the backdrop. The net effect for the Dresser was that the fantasia of stripes detracted from listening to Mozart's overture. Later, the Dresser saw that Kaneko used some of the stripe patterns as set décor which was fine, but that didn't alter her feeling that stripe fantasia interfered with hearing and appreciating the overture.

As to the costumes, many seemed Kabuki-ish with exaggerated collars and extended headdresses, but Tamino's costume looked like something a Russian peasant might wear and Pamina's costumes looked like the dresses of a little girl but, in particular, Alice in Wonderland. Also there were the eye-catching costumes of the Queen of the Night and her three Ladies who initially wore dresses with a big black spot painted over their left breasts. Was one to think that the three Ladies had black hearts?

And despite the scenes with a dragon that makes the prince faint, the fascinating awkward bird ballet, and the spawning of little Papagenos and Papagenas, the production seemed static. Perhaps some of the exaggerated costumes like the one Sarastro wore made for limited movement by the performers. Flute 5 Sarastro-Scott Suchman.jpgNo, the lack of action had something to do with the tone set by the director. Well, WNO is offering ten performances in total, so there is time for you, Dear Reader, to see this production and decide for yourself.

In Hailey Leithauser's poem "Shoot-Out at the So-So Corral," you's situation is much like Prince Tamino's--he doesn't know what is coming at him but he must maintain a high moral standard and keep his eyes on his goal. And yes, there are higher-ups (like General MacArthur and his soldiers in blue or Sarastro and his secret brotherhood) watching. And maybe the unstated question is what do you get if you win? Maybe a good cup of coffee (mountain ground) with some yellow corn four tortillas in a rundown town--the happy-ever-after domesticity of a stable married life.


SHOOT-OUT AT THE SO-SO CORRAL

It is possible
someone
is coming for you.

It is possible someone
is gunning for you.
There is a general

feeling that General
MacArthur, or
his partners in blue,

are coming for someone
who is now;
or is not now, you.

My God, says the firing squad,
how we all
have our ups and owns.

My God, sings the swung
cattle prod,
how we all have our downs

and our ups.
The moral:
Aim your steps

to the left,
your sights to the right,
or;

in other words:

Keep your guns
snug
at your thigh, your eyes

on the trophy
or tiger or skies,
your wit

and your powder,
dryer
than dustbowls

of mountain ground,
shanty town,
yellow corn flour.

Hailey Leithauser
from Swoop

Copyright © 2013 Hailey Leithauser

Photo credit: Scott Suchman

April 25, 2014

The Life of Poet Ed Hirsch

Edward Hirsch isn't the first American poet to say that poetry is not part of the fabric of culture in the United States. Muriel Rukeyser detailed this problem in her book The Life of Poetry in 1949. Still, the message Hirsch delivers--that "poetry is a form of necessary speech"--is every bit imperative now as it was for Rukeyser at the end of World War II. Americans, especially men, are embarrassed by, if not fearful of, their feelings, which is what poetry confronts.Hirsch-Charles2.jpg

On April 23, 2014, the Dresser attended a tightly packed room in Washington, DC's Hill Center at the Old Naval Hospital to hear Hirsch being interviewed by Washington Post critic and editor Ron Charles. The program is part of the series sponsored by the Library of Congress and The Washington Post known as "The Life of a Poet." Ever since the Dresser read his celebratory poem "Wild Gratitude," she has been a fan of this man from humble origins.

Among the many questions Charles asked, one led to Hirsch relating the story about how he as an eight-year-old boy came across poems his recently deceased grandfather had handwritten in the back of his books. The grandfather's books led to a misunderstanding that followed Hirsch to high school when he discovered that Emily Bronte had written some of the poems that Hirsch believed were by his grandfather. It's a story he has told many times, but Hirsch's introduction to poetry bears repeating, given that American men think poetry is for sissies.

So why did Hirsch, who had played college football and worked in factory jobs to pay for his college education--something his parents never had, why did he give over his life to poetry? He answered, "It delivers something you cannot get elsewhere."

At this juncture, Charles challenged Hirsch, who has written passionately on how to access poetry (e.g. his book How to Read a Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry), to explain how metaphor works. Hirsch said while metaphor equates one thing to another, it is the way a metaphor functions that binds the poet and the reader together. "Right away there is a contradiction," he said in dealing with the metaphor Charles asked him to talk about--the heart is a pomegranate. Why? Because we know our heart isn't a piece of fruit, he explained. However, what a poet does with the extended metaphor is when the conversation with the reader becomes crucial. If the reader cannot participate in joining these unlike things together then the metaphor fails. And Hirsch has this kind of information ready for his readers in his new book A Poet's Glossary.

In answering many of Charles' questions, Hirsch emphasized how much he considers the dramatic situation that arises out of his subject matter. For example in his recurring theme of insomnia and how that wakefulness comes with a "roaming consciousness," the drama of facing one's aloneness and proverbial "dark night of the soul."

This subject of dramatic situation always comes up in writing about love but Hirsch cautioned that a love poem is not a love letter. Love letters should always be private.

Dramatic situation is also how he handled the subject of his mother-in-law's death in the poem "Blunt Morning." Here are the opening stanzas.

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The poem and the way Hirsch read it in his boyish and sad voice made the Dresser feel like the distance between her chair and the poet's had become so small that he, the poet, and she, the audience, had joined together in private lamentation, such that there was no one else in the room.

What came next from Ron Charles was breathtaking. When Rob Casper from the Library of Congress introduced this poet of many substantial awards, including the five-year MacArthur Fellowship that most of know as the genius award, Casper said Hirsch's forthcoming book, Gabriel, was an elegy for his son. Without pulling any punches, Charles asked Hirsch to tell the audience about his son and this book. Hirsch seemed taken by complete surprise and said he wasn't sure how to talk about this subject, which he considers "unnatural," that is writing elegies for a child who was 22 in 2011 when he died. The forthcoming book is an 80-page poem about a boy who was adopted as a baby and who had suffered troubles ever since. Hirsch said, before Gabriel came into his life he believed in nurture over nature, but he came to learn sadly this would never work with his son. There was "no escape from unbearable grief" and Hirsch as a father had to do something with this pain so he wrote this poem because he didn't want Gabriel to be forgotten. As with poems that Hirsch wrote mourning for his father, the poet established an ongoing argument with God over the injustice of such loss. Hirsch says he can't believe in God, but the fact that he continues to have these conversations with God contradicts his stance on religion. Then he referred to this poem,


A PARTIAL HISTORY OF MY STUPIDITY

Traffic was heavy coming off the bridge
and I took the road to the right, the wrong one,
and got stuck in the car for hours.

Most nights I rushed out into the evening
without paying attention to the trees,
whose names I didn't know,
or the birds, which flew heedlessly on.

I couldn't relinquish my desires
or accept them, and so I strolled along
like a tiger that wanted to spring,
but was still afraid of the wildness within.

The iron bars seemed invisible to others,
but I carried a cage around inside me.

I cared too much what other people thought
and made remarks I shouldn't have made.
I was silent when I should have spoken.

Forgive me, philosophers,
I read the Stoics but never understood them.

I felt that I was living the wrong life,
spiritually speaking,
while halfway around the world
thousands of people were being slaughtered,
some of them by my countrymen.

So I walked on--distracted, lost in thought--
and forgot to attend to those who suffered
far away, nearby.

Forgive me, faith, for never having any.

I did not believe in God,
who eluded me.

--Edward Hirsch

The Dresser wonders if the next Poet Laureate of the United States will be Edward Hirsch. Like the current Laureate Natasha Trethewey and such past Laureates as Philip Levine, Hirsch knows how to reach people in the general American population who do not usually read poetry.

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March 31, 2014

SPLIT This Rock: A Poetic Strategy for Audience

The conclusion of the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival was a deluge of poetry readings which were all free and open to the public. The Dresser thinks this is brilliant strategy because toward the end of any conference audience dwindles because there are matters of life--and death--to address. Here are the lineups but the Dresser, being only human, will focus on the Saturday night event, which turned out to be a surprising show of creative energy.

#1 Saturday afternoon March 29
DC Youth Slam Team Member Lauren May
Eduardo C. Corral, Gayle Danley, Claudia Rankine, Myra Sklarew

#2 Saturday evening March 29
DC Youth Slam Team Member Thomas Hill
Franny Choi, Yusef Komunyakaa, Wang Ping

#3 Sunday morning March 30
DC Youth Slam Team Member Reina Privado
Sheila Black, Natalie Diaz, Shilja Patel


RegieBackbend.jpgSaturday night, the sui generis performance artist and poet Regie Cabico moderated--well, no, there was nothing moderate about his flamboyant style of dancing the poets on and off the stage. RegieCabicoClose.jpgThe young spoken word poet Thomas Hill opened with his performance of "Sunday Morning," a piece about his mother that includes this devastating line "I keep her company in the art of hating herself."ThomasHill.jpg

Next up so as not to be upstaged by the performances that followed came the scholar, professor, and prize-winning poet Yusef Komunyakaa. Standing at the lectern, he began with the poem "Ode to the Oud," that "gourd shaped muse." He closed with:

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by Yusef Komunyakaa
For Derek Walcott

An island is one great eye
... gazing out, a beckoning lighthouse,
searchlight, a wishbone compass,
... or counterweight to the stars.
When it comes to outlook & point
... of view, a figure stands on a rocky ledge
peering out toward an archipelago
... of glass on the mainland, a seagull's
wings touching the tip of a high wave,
... out to where the brain may stumble.

But when a mind climbs down
... from its high craggy lookout
we know it is truly a stubborn thing,
... & has to leaf through pages of dust
& light, through pre-memory & folklore,
... remembering fires roared down there
till they pushed up through the seafloor
... & plumes of ash covered the dead
shaken awake worlds away, & silence
... filled up with centuries of waiting.

Sea urchin, turtle, & crab
... came with earthly know-how,
& one bird arrived with a sprig in its beak,
... before everything clouded with cries,
a millennium of small deaths now topsoil
... & seasons of blossoms in a single seed.
Light edged along salt-crusted stones,
... across a cataract of blue water,
& lost sailors' parrots spoke of sirens,
... the last words of men buried at sea.

Someone could stand here
... contemplating the future, leafing
through torn pages of St. Augustine
... or the prophecies by fishermen,
translating spore & folly down to taproot.
... The dreamy-eyed boy still in the man,
the girl in the woman, a sunny forecast
... behind today, but tomorrow's beyond
words. To behold a body of water
... is to know pig iron & mother wit.

Whoever this figure is,
... he will soon return to dancing
through the aroma of dagger's log,
... ginger lily, & bougainvillea,
between chants & strings struck
... till gourds rally the healing air,
& till the church-steeple birds
... fly sweet darkness home.
Whoever this friend or lover is,
... he intones redemptive harmonies.

To lie down in remembrance
... is to know each of us is a prodigal
son or daughter, looking out beyond land
... & sky, the chemical & metaphysical
beyond falling & turning waterwheels
... in the colossal brain of damnable gods,
a Eureka held up to the sun's blinding eye,
... born to gaze into fire. After conquering
frontiers, the mind comes back to rest,
... stretching out over the white sand.

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March 30, 2014

Split This Rock: New Political Poetries & Drama

Everyone the Dresser encountered at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival said this STR Festival (the fourth) was the best he or she had attended. Top on the list of compliments was those panelists were so prepared and had compelling content. Case in point was this workshop attended March 29:

Witnessing New Political Poetries: Documentation, Intertextuality & Hybridity
Michael Broek, Michelle Chan Brown, Jehanne Dubrow, Suzanne Parker

As moderator Michael Broek posed this question as the point of engagement for the panel: What obligations do we have to ourselves as writers and to our readers when it comes to our subject matter.

SP-JD.jpgSuzanne Parker, who described herself as female, queer, and liberal said she didn't think of herself as a political poet. She thought political poetry was didactic and had no sense of humor. However, she wrote Viral, a book of poetry about Tyler Clementi, the 18-year-old college student who committed suicide by jumping off the George Washington Bridge after his roommate webcammed Clementi kissing another man.

Addressing the purpose of the panel Parker said, "poetry that reports needs to be accurate." Then she asked, what are the obligations and boundaries? How do we build bridge between the writer and the subject? In the case of this suicide, this was a boy just discovering his sexuality. There is a big question of responsibility because this is "writing that hitches a ride on the suffering of others." She said this story haunted her and she had to figure out how the material could be handled credibly. She also said writing about such a topic requires permission.

She said she had to craft a variety of strategies to work with this story. One of the rules she made for herself was not use the word I--no first person point of view. Initially, she wrote none of the poems in the voice of story's protagonist because she felt that approach was too invasive. She asked herself, how does a writer look at tragedy of others without becoming a peeping tom? Her solution was to use many voices to cloak the victim. She said this strategy of access made for a certain level of empathy. However, Parker's critics said that Tyler has to speak otherwise she was showing her own fears. Here is a poem from Viral:

SPLASH

The body has longed for this:

to dress in slightly more fitted clothes,

take the keys, drive for many miles,

pay for gas, tolls, parking, and the $8 beer

held like an anchor against the tides. 

On a bar top, a man, stripped to underwear,

varnished with sweat, moves his hips

as if pressing them into tomorrow,

wraps an arm like a caress

around his face-- here,

where there are only men.

It's the thick callous

on the man's palm against

the back of the body's neck,

a place hidden as a fort

built in high, swaying branches. 

They are in a bar and a man is wet

from the bucket raining down,

a hundred shatters of light

splashing the crowd's desire. His hand

moves to the open stretch of the body's chest,

pulls it toward: "Kiss me here.

Kiss me here and here and here

and--. Don't stop. Don't ever."

-- Suzanne Parker


Jehanne Dubrow spoke about how she is currently writing her mother's story. Her mother came from a Jewish Latino background that includes family lost in the Holocaust and an episode of being held hostage by a criminally insane man. Like Suzanne Parker, Dubrow feels use of the first person I is not workable. Her reason is she feels this point of view manipulates the audience but she said she still takes that risk by using "my mother."Dubrow.jpg

Dubrow's strategy for this set of poems is different from how she usually writes. She usually writes in form but She felt rhyme scheme would be offensive to this subject matter. Poems as reportage--a prose poem that looks like a newspaper column--are how she decided to work. Here is an example:

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-- Jehanne Dubrow

Michelle Chan Brown, as the daughter of a diplomat, has learned the strategies of such a privileged life. She says in her book Double Agent, there was no end to propaganda and evasiveness was ubiquitous. She raised such questions as how can a poem be a vehicle for the political when poetry has no market value? She concludes, perhaps ironically, therefore poetry has more room for truth. But, on the other hand, "poetry is not a marketing plan and there is no Survey Monkey to see if your achieved its goals." Here is an example of her poetry:

MEMORANDUM

The natives have absconded
with the hardware and the silk. Please send
a man who fixes things. Please send towels.
These curtains are pretty and incompetent.
They can't brush off the shouting in the streets.
Our recommendations were soft as cashmere.
We wrote it, loud and clear. Don't visit.
Didn't you hear us? Come quickly. Bring power.

-- Michelle Chan Brown

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Michael Broek, author of The Logic of Yoo, began his discussion with this question: how does a white man with empathy write with authority? Broek calls himself a middle-class male with feelings, or the WIMF. For him, the personal lyric was not enough. This led him toward intertexuality (splicing together unrelated texts) and hybridity, which blends together various genres. Research, he observes is key to this kind of poetry of witness. Perhaps, he said, this approach leads to an anti-poetic state of mind. Or maybe he is just talking about using government-generated text like the torture memos of John Yoo, the Bush era lawyer who justified waterboarding.

Immediately following this panel, Broek did a dramatic reading of The Logic of Yoo, which brought to life what the panel Witnessing New Political Poetries: Documentation, Intertextuality & Hybridity started. The reading included projections.

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The Logic of Yoo: A Dramatic Reading
Abdul Ali, Michael Broek, Martha Collins, Fred Marchant, John Rosenwald, Lee Sharkey

Here is an example from The Logic of Yoo:

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After hearing the reading and trying to absorb all its interplay of elements, the Dresser suggested this work was like William Kentridge's The Refusal of Time and should be an installation that one could come back re-visit.
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March 29, 2014

Split This Rock: Readings that Breathe Fire--Anne Waldman & More

The 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival is conducting its major reading events in the elegant Grosvenor Auditorium of National Geographic.

Gelman.jpgThe March 28 program, which was free to the public (as the two March 28 reading programs also are), began with a tribute to Juan Gelman who died January 14. Master of Ceremonies Dan Vera recited Gelman's poem on poetry in both Spanish and English. Here is the English translation by Rami Saari and Vivian Eden:

ON POETRY
Juan Gelman

a few things must be said /
that nobody reads it much /
that those nobodies are few /
that the whole world is into the issue of the global crisis /

and the issue of eating every day / this is
an important issue / I remember
when Uncle Juan was dying of starvation /
he said he hadn't remembered to eat and there was no problem /

but the problem was afterwards /
there was no money for a casket /
when at long last the municipal van came to take him away Uncle Juan looked like a birdie /

the guys from the municipality looked at him with scorn or disdain / complaining
that they are always being harassed /
that they are men and they bury men /
and not birdies like Uncle Juan /

especially as he chirped all the way to the municipal crematorium /
and it seemed disrespectful to them and they were very offended /
and when they told him to shut up already /
the cheeping flew through the truck and they felt
he was cheeping on their heads / my
Uncle Juan was like that / he loved to sing /
and he didn't see death as a reason to stop singing /
he entered the furnace singing cheep-cheep / his ashes came out and chirped for another moment /
and the guys from the municipality looked at their shoes gray with shame / but

back to poetry /
things are grim now for poets/
nobody reads them much / those nobodies are few /
their profession has lost prestige / day by day it's harder for a poet

to win a girl's love / to run for president/
for a shopkeeper to give him credit /
for fighters to perform heroic deeds so he'll sing about them /
for a king to pay him three golden coins per line /

and no one knows if this is because girls / shopkeepers / fighters / kings are extinct
or simply because poets are extinct /
or both of the above and it's useless
to wrack our brains over this question /

what's nice is to know that it is possible to chirp
in the strangest circumstances /
Uncle Juan after his death / I, now,
so you will love me.

If this was the only thing audience heard, it would have been enough, but what followed was impressive and engaging.

Malachi Byrd, a young poet with a history of hard times, gave a spoken word presentation of who he is and where he came from in a moving performance.Byrd.jpg

karen_skolfield.jpgKaren Skolfield, winner of the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Contest, read her winning poem "At the Mall, There's a Machine That Tells You If You Are Racist." The poem which is comically drawn weighs in on racism in every day America.

Kelson.jpgMaria Melendez Kelson, who said "breath is my first language," moved closer to the audience to deliver her series of poems, including "ICE Agents Storm My Porch."












Seibles.jpgTim Seibles, a poet influence by Amiri Baraka and June Jordan, read in a mellifluous voice from his long poem "One Turn Round the Sun."

Anne Waldman, co-founder with Allen Ginsberg of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University, gave a performance that conjured the witches of Macbeth moved to Tibet. Waldman who chants, croons, howls her words filled the auditorium with what can only be understood as disembodied poetics. Fascinating to the Dresser was her passages that moved from the evil Decider of the 5th rank to a rant on archives, the importance of preserving the word. Visit her Youtube performance Manatee/Humanity which she performed for Split This Rock.Waldman.jpg

March 28, 2014

Split This Rock: Women Suffering Violence

On Day 2 of the fourth biennial Split This Rock Poetry Festival, the Dresser got a late start, taking time out to honor retired physicist birder Philip S. Brody (May 13, 1930-March 24, 2014). His poet wife Doris Brody brought Mary Oliver's poem "White Owl Flies into and out of the Field" to the memorial service among other moments of charm and beauty. So this is how the Dresser entered the difficult subject matter of

Women and War/Women and Peace II
Samiya Bashir, Lisa Suhair Majaj, Kim Jensen

Two members of the panel--Melanie Graham and Robin Coste Lewis--came by proxy since one fell ill and the other made early delivery of her new baby. This is the second time this panel has been offered. The first time was in 2012.

KJensen.jpgKim Jensen as moderator opened the panel with an audience participation exercise. Everyone was asked to write on a slip of paper what their biggest fear was concerning their writing. Then she said ball up the paper and throw it to someone in the room. So in a large crowded room of mostly women, balls of paper were thrown around the room in uncharacteristic glee or giddy nervousness. Then volunteers were asked to read what was on the paper in their possession. The Dresser got this, "I fear not being respected and understood in the context of being a bisexual woman and poet." Many of the comments were seen as self-censorship, cultural policing, and "not know who is out there waiting for you."

This was segue into stories from Samiya Bashir and Lisa Suhair Majaj. Both are offspring of one American parent but the other parent was from a country in turmoil--Somalia (Bashir) and Palestine (Majaj). Kim Jensen is married to a Palestinian.

Here is a poem from Majaj who was exiled in Lebanon and how she left suddenly:

GOODBYE

Lisa Suhair Majaj

Always knew it would come back
to haunt me. It was war, time was short,

the truck was leaving, and with it my hope
of safe passage from that besieged city.

She was in another place, phone lines
down, no time to search her out.

I had to flee. And so I did. I knew
the spool of time would never

rewind, that there would be no
going back; that with that leaving,

I would lose my chance to find her
before the bombs exploded-

her home destroyed, her brother burned,
her eyes torn to darkness.

Where is she now? Would she
remember me if I found her?

And if I kissed her cheeks three times,
Lebanese style, and called her habibti,

hayati, would she speak to me,
smile? Or would she turn away,

her life so changed, her griefs so far from mine
that there would be no point in saying, even, goodbye?


Bashir.jpgHere is a poem excerpt on female circumcision by Samiya Bashir.

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Melanie Graham's poem "Many Happy Returns! An After-War Realities and Reunifications Guide" was the most shocking. Done in two columns the poem uses the government language in one column while a running list of domestic murders by returning warriors are documented in the offsetting second column. Graham who was not present at the seminar is studying violence against women in Florida. Here is an excerpt

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In a different kind of violence done to women of other cultures, a surprising situation occasionally arises when a woman speaks out about how she is treated within her religion and/or culture and then people eager to help trample the complaining woman's culture. It's a double bind that becomes a silencing mechanism. Women in Moslem families have had this kind of confusing experience.

The Dresser asked about how do you deal with difficult poems with hard-to-process situations and perhaps the only answer was to write poems in response.

Split This Rock: The Expanding Language of Poetry

Day 1 of the fourth biennial Split This Rock Poetry Festival offered panel discussions on such topics as LGBT writing and publishing, children in wartime, bilingual cross pollination of generations, youth creativity emerging with spoken word, renewal of urban spaces and environmental concerns, caring for the physical body, human rights.

In this report, the Dresser will focus on two panels that incorporated poetry readings as the method for discussing their topics.

Beauty, Disability, Queerness & Body Politic
L. Lamar Wilson, Kathi Wolfe


Wolfe-Wilson.jpgIn this panel, poets Kathi Wolfe and Lamar Wilson offered their poems and stories about being differently abled. Wolfe and Wilson talked openly about their "hidden stories." She is legally blind but questions ironically as opposed to "illegally" blind. Wilson has a nonfunctioning arm from birth with a condition known as Erb's palsy. Coming from an athletically active family, he was not allowed to sit on the sidelines.

Wolfe who is known for comic quips said such things as, "I live on the Sapphic side of the street"--she writes about blind character named Uppity who is openly queer.

LOVE AND KUMQUATS

I.

Even blind girls get the blues, 

I tell my mother when she wonders

why I expect to go to the senior prom

when no one would ask someone

like me, and why I can't be happy

spending Saturday evenings curled

up with a large print book. In southern

New Jersey with no wheels, I'm

hermetically sealed in the Pine Barrens.

II.

At a gay bar on Christopher Street,

vamping like Tallulah on a tear, I'm

checking out the red-haired woman

who, surely, will be the next love

of my life. "I love Helen Keller!"

she says, "but what are you

doing in a place like this?"

III.

In Cleveland, full of love

and kumquats, we leave our

favorite Chinese place. "You

should watch her! She might fall!"

a prune-faced woman growls. I do

and I enjoy it, you whisper.

--Kathi Wolfe

Wilson, who is a gay Black man, is ingrained with a hyper religiousity, which is what he considers his true disability. Poetically he described this:

God said let there irony.
Thank you god for this holy bum hand.
Thank you god I'm an unnatural beauty.
I wish some pervert had touch me at six so I could share this blame.

His book of poetry is titled "Sacrilegion," a word he made up to describe the condition under which he lives. Here is what may be his signature poem since he recited this one from memory as his opening offering.

I CAN'T HELP IT

I talk too much. I cannot tell a liar
from a preacher, so I tell you
what you want: I'm saved & sick
of this world, safe in God's arms. God,
give me this world in an honest man's
arms. An ego is hard to stroke. Or easy if
you know how to quiet it, let a man feel
his burn in your throat. I talk too much.
I'm sorry I'm not sorry enough. I'll dance
all over you. O liar. Preacher. Daddy-
o, your tongue lashing is never hard
or fast enough. When you lie still,
stroking your chalice, the quiet makes me
retch. I am a lone dandelion in a field,
waiting. Come. Blow me to bits. Still.
You'll die this way, saved by the lies
that burn like the ice water & alcohol
Mama sits me in to break the fevers
our silences brought. I'll die thrashing,
telling any body all my secrets.

-- L. Lamar Wilson


Claiming History: Writing Cliophrastic Poetry
Marilyn Nelson, Kim Roberts, Dan Vera


What is cliophrastic poetry? This is a term created by Dan Vera and Kim Roberts to describe poetry written about historical events and people. According to Vera, "It's a play on the word ekphrastic (poems based on a work of art) and created out of the Greek words Clio (the muse of history) and phrasis (speaking)."

KimRoberts.jpgFor Kim Roberts, her poetic interest in research-driven poems came as a reaction to all the confessional poetry being written. Cliophrastic poems turn to the outer world as opposed to the confessional which turn inward.










BLOOD LETTING

The Physick House, Philadelphia



I turn my head away as the needle

enters that delicate fold of the inner elbow,

then look back to watch the syringe

bloom with my dark agency.

Another lab test: again my doctors

want my fluids, want to know

what stories reside in my blood.

At the Physick House, I learned

we have a total of 166 ounces

in our bodies. Physick,

the "Father of American Surgery," assumed

twice that amount. A second-floor display

shows the knives he used,

the basin with the half-moon cutaway

where a patient could rest her arm.

Now his house is a museum,

all his tools and vials and paraphernalia

lined up in glass cases, and labeled.

I want to know what the labels don't reveal:

who were the patients who laid their arms

over this basin, while Physick leaned close

to cut their inner elbows, that same

fragile furrow, and let their stories flow.

I think I see a little left, a rusty stain,

a life there, hidden.

--Kim Roberts

For Vera, this kind of poetry means the recovery and renewal of historic details that people have forgotten. For a sampling of Vera's research based work, catch him on YouTube.

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Marilyn Nelson said she began writing poetry involving research by starting with her family and by going through "that small door," she found a much larger world with subjects like George Washington Carver and the Black school teacher Prudence Crandall of the mid 1800's. For Nelson, her cliophrastic work is always personae poems. Here is a sample of her work:

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Questions and comments raised:
--How do you balance historical truth versus poetic art so the work won't become too didactic?

--How do you find your subject and then muster the care needed to do the work required to tell this story?

--How does this work make a meaningful contribution to the community from which it arises?

--What does it mean to supersede the erasures of history and to bring out these stories to the world?

The Dresser who, with Kim Roberts, helped sponsor and present a poetry workshop on research-driven poetry featuring Marilyn Nelson in 2001 is ecstatic that this form now has a name. This is what is exciting about a poetry conference--extending the boundaries of communication!

March 27, 2014

Split This Rock: Citizen Poet Queer

March 27, 2014
Citizen Poet Queer: Building a Blue print for LGBT Cultural Activism
Julie Enszer, David Groff, Reginald Harris, Donika Ross

CitizenQ1.JPGThe Dresser will give some details from this panel presented In the Split This Rock Poetry Festival March 27. The biennial literary festival focusing on themes of social justice and activism began in 2008.

Learning the language of marginalized communities and how to use it was a theme in this well presented panel with three in the room and one projected from New York on Skype!


Moderator David Groff set the tone of this discussion with this question: How can you effect change?

Julie Enzer presented thirteen reflections on the LGBT writing community. Her first run through of the thirteen were questions.

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Here are some of the highlights:
Enzer advocates buying books directly from publishers because they get as much as $6-8 per book more. Write a letter of appreciation to the author. Praise the praiseworthy and say nothing about yourself.

There are not enough reviewers of queer lit.

Writing books is a political act, good for exploring queer, feminist, political sensibilities.

Blogging brings more audience.

She advises LGBT community to participate in editing LGBT work.

She noted the struggle for balance between activism and generating new work.

Need more public curation - reading series, literary salons, blogs.

Organize - need audience. Try festivals, social occasions.

Literature challenges boundaries.

LGBT community need empathy. Writers invite us to see the world differently.

Poems not guns!

Looking for new words to describe how she & her wife live their lives. She says now it is boring.

Reginald Harris began by addressing word appropriation: Straight people have taken over the word partner, so now use Ursula Le Guin's word kemmer [This word comes from her novel The Left Hand of Darkness.]

Harris advocates involvement with a virtual writing community like Kundiman.

Be diligent in forming online community.
Being a good literary citizens is a model that goes against individualism.

How to find readers--how do readers find LGBT community?
No more LGBT bookstores in NYC.

Harris talked about the LGBT community literary antecedents: Sees connection to Whitman, Dickinson, the NY School--Frank O'Hara, Steven Watson's books including Prepare for Saints.
Harlem Renaissance was very gay.

Out gay men in positions of "power" like Stephen Motika at Poets House. [This is also where Reginald Harris works and where he was in the Skype broadcast.]

If a reading series doesn't exist to suit your needs, create it

Toi Derricote exercise: write a poem about what you could not tell your mother.
Be sure to bring everyone with you in your poem!

Donika Ross

She lives in Nashville but folks there still not used to people being out.

Her goal is to make normal what is strange.

Make a list of what is normal. (What manhood class)
Radical empathy--blackface at Halloween. Blacks consider it racist but lots of people who are not black don't see the racism. Do not coddle folks who make these mistakes, be polite but make it known such words as mulatto offend.

She suggests modeling the kind of behavior we want to see in the world just as Reggie suggested.


David Groff

People are marginalized for various communities they belong to, including poetry.

Every person needs a mission statement--a rabbi he knows said his mission is to spread light while Groff said his was to engender resonant words.

Be a public advocate for a changed world.

Draw more folks into poetry. Hard to publish LGBT work in the mainstream.

LGBT interests can't stay to themselves and must see their contributions as valid.

LGBT needs a version of VIDA.


Need models for how to communicate with each other.

Audience member: we need LGBT books in High School libraries. Young adult lit is overwhelming white and middle class.

Question:
Who holds power to say when LGBT issues are done in a community?
Harris--people say we need to stop all these coming out stories. Are we done? No.

Enzer--the dirty perverse has gone underground. Things have gotten boring. You are either mind or body. As more LGBT get married, we change marriage. Harris wants to destabilize this house. Writers and poets need to create this kind of world.

Going forward without hate but not without rage. -Julie shocked by rage still inside her about AIDS denial during Regan years.

March 13, 2014

Split This Rock Gets National Attention

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Ever since Sarah Browning, author of Whiskey in the Garden of Eden--a Word Works Hilary Tham Capital Collection book, came to The Word Works 2014 AWP Bookfair table to sign copies of her handsome book and told the Dresser that Washington, DC's Split This Rock Poetry Festival was being promoted in the March edition of Poetry Magazine, the Dresser has had it on her list to let others know. What kicked the Dresser into gear is the March 13 article in The Washington Post entitled "Poetry magazine joins with D.C.'s Split This Rock festival" by Ron Charles.

Sarah, who is the founder of Split This Rock, told the Dresser she had copies of the March edition of Poetry at her AWP table and they were selling quickly. The March edition has over 60 pages dedicated to the work of poets participating in March 27 through March 30 STR poetry festival. Included in this feature are poems by Yusef Komunyakaa, Joy Harjo, Anne Waldman, Wang Ping, Myra Sklarew, and Claudia Rankine just to name a few of the more national known poets. Sheila Black, whom the Dresser had a chance to greet at AWP, leads the feature and her poem "The Red Shoes" can be read on the Poetry Foundation website. Check the online table of contents for other selections featured in the March edition of Poetry.PoetryMarchcover.jpg

Selections from the STR feature can also be heard on the Poetry Foundations's March podcast. Notable among the readings is Sarah Browning's reading of Danez Smith's "alternate names for black boys sideshow," a list poem that succeeds in exacting an emotional wallop. Here is how this poem begins:

1. smoke above the burning bush
2. archnemesis of summer night
3. first son of soil

There are 17 points to this poem. Item 15--"(I thought to leave this blank/but who am I to name us nothing?)"--changes the energy and draws the reader closer to the plight of black teenage boys in America. Sarah's goal is to "call poets to a greater role in public life and to foster a national network of socially engaged poets." Ever since she brought Dennis Brutus, a poet who actually split rocks with Nelson Mandela in the Robben Island prison, to the first Split This Rock Festival, Sarah sees her poetry festival as a positive transformative power.

If you, Dear Reader, have issues you follow--for example women's issues, disabilities, wounded warrior, political, racial--there are likely to be panels or poetry readings addressing what interests you at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival. The Dresser will be blogging the festival as she has since it began 2008.

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