tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235595832009-07-14T19:15:20.581-07:00Sacramento Poetry CenterTim Kahlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14548674812330117651noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-92031984636581169102009-07-14T19:24:00.000-07:002009-07-14T19:15:20.612-07:00Danny Romero<object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f34e4fb7f545cd1c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-15563157260908304322009-07-14T19:13:00.000-07:002009-07-14T19:04:38.343-07:00Full house at SPC<object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-711e854e8e8dc33f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-80567498954963316722009-07-07T21:44:00.000-07:002009-07-07T21:35:36.603-07:00John Allen Cann<object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1760f826dccfbdf3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-65635432459021191232009-07-07T21:41:00.000-07:002009-07-07T21:33:08.494-07:00Bob Stanley Reads<object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d5385458d9a24ec5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-40697825282261851502009-07-03T11:10:00.000-07:002009-07-03T11:01:39.998-07:00Sam, Luna's Cafe Poet<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sk5HhKAMmaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kpPnBS_l-qE/s1600-h/bm-image-700000.jpe"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sk5HhKAMmaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kpPnBS_l-qE/s320/bm-image-700000.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354295641936533922" /></a></p>Sam, Luna's Cafe Poet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-4069782528226185150?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-65571755938059551442009-07-01T05:09:00.000-07:002009-07-01T05:01:55.113-07:00Fioravanti reads at SPC<object width="400" height="326" 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0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">The accomplished Li-Young Lee is a quintessential lyric poet with a passion for metaphysical contemplation and introspection. He is known both for the lush immediacy of his writing and for his engaging articulation of a legacy of racism and exile. Lee's family settled in the U.S. when he was seven. His Chinese parents were forced to travel through several countries with him and his siblings, during which time his father (a deeply religious Christian and former physician to Mao Tse-Tung) experienced and escaped from torture and imprisonment.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee's latest book, <i>Behind My Eyes</i> (2008, Norton), continues to memorialize his family relations, but is more so an excavation of the soul, that is both sensuous and simple, and resonant with the power of negative capacity. He has published four other books and won numerous grants and awards (including an NEA and a Guggenheim)</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Li-Young Lee has two grown children and lives with his wife in Chicago, Illinois. He occasionally teaches at various universities around the country, most recently, in the MFA program, for Texas State University-San Marcos. He also worked for many years in a factory. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">I contacted Lee shortly before attending his reading on April 28, at the University of the Pacific in Stockton. He had a beautiful reading voice and came across much as he does when speaking to him informally: thoughtful, honest, humble and charming. Lee read many poems from his latest book and quite a few more recent ones. He explained that it has always been his mission to write the great love poem, that it took him 30 years, studying spiritual and philosophical traditions regarding the subject of love and compassion, to be able to write "Virtues of the Boring Husband" (a popular poem from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Behind My Eyes</span>). It is based on a long marriage and personal journey, but was mostly written in one sitting. Still he remarked that he may not be finished writing that poem.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">I interviewed him on the phone, days before the reading, wherein he pondered deep philosophical questions with solemnity and humor. </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Note: These excerpts are mostly in order as discussed, but somewhat arranged by subject. Readers of the print version of this interview that appeared in </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Poetry Now</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">, may wish to skip the duplicative middle section that begins and ends with "***."</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: You admire Emily Dickinson and said once in an interview that to write like her you need to change? What kind of changes were you speaking of?</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: My sense is that the importance she saw in speech grew, the longer she wrote. Her engagement with language and meaning was at a very deep level, more and more intimate and serious . . . evolved. It seems like an enlightened mind. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">I don't know anything about her life and I don't care to actually. Because the mind in her poems is a proposition. I don't need proof that it exists as an accomplished past. I can accept that it is a model for the future. She might not live up to it, that's fine. It is believable to me as a human proposition to live at that level of engagement.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">I would suggest that the relationship she accomplished in her work is finally a deep, deep, deep profound love, which she discovered about the nature of the relationship with words. The nature of language is relationship. What I fell in love with was the voice of that lover. The one who came to the page with serious intentions about the relationship that was being mediated by those words.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . .</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: Do you see yourself as having changed in your writing, when you compare this book to your previous books?</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: I hope it has gotten real simple, even simpler. I hope the lines have more levels of relationship, not only sounds, information, visual, sonic, erotic, intellectual feeling. I want all of it, but I want it as simple as possible.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: I suppose that would be both a spiritual trusting that that is better </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">and</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> an aesthetic?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: I would guess it would exhibit itself aesthetically, but spiritually speaking . . . I think poetry should be a demonstration of some kind of other knowledge. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: Are there other poets that helped you move in that direction?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: Whatever changes I've gone through have come out of my aspiring to something. I have noticed that the last of Rilke--his French poems--they're so simple, so profound, so casual, but deeply significant. They are plentiful, not cramped, but rigorous. He accomplishes a great, great, great feat of mind. It is that kind of simplicity that he accomplished, late in his life, near death, in a language that wasn't his original language. I don't know, something about that seems so wonderful.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . .</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: These poems "Mother Deluxe," "Self Help for Fellow Refugees," and "Immigrant Blues" . . . . I think are remarkable in that they tell something of your unique story, but they cut across social group membership too. You bring up themes of alienation, thinking vs. living, the way our parent's struggles and our projections live inside us. Could you tell me more about this idea that thinking and solitude become a coping strategy for someone with your particular [immigrant] history? You say in a poem that [these strategies] though they help you survive, somehow at some point they keep you from living.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . . I guess that that is part of it . . . but that is just one side of the coin. . . . I guess I meant it.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">But I might be wrong! (laughing) I should say at either the beginning or the end of the poem "I could be wrong." I mean it. I am not sure. I am just trying to understand my own . . . </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Yeah, I feel as if I have not begun . . . my life. I feel kind of trapped at about two years old (laughs). That's how I feel and I realize how inappropriate that is, so I have modes to hide or shield that fact, but for me that is where the work comes from too. It has to include the knowledge there, which precedes conscious knowledge.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . .</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: I really like these three connected poems with apples in them. . . there's this theme in it. There's an opposition between these first two poems. With the father poem it's a world of words, more ethereal in my mind. Then the last poem, those closing lines about both mourning what is lost and being relieved at the freedom from it. Is there something about the mother part of the poem you could help me understand?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: That one is like the apple as the favorite. Poetry is favored language and my experience of my mother is that I was her favorite, but it meant this huge burden (laughs). And I think it is the same burden of poetry. Poetry is the kind of favored language. It makes the claim that it is at least half divine. If not complete, at least half.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">That claim of the divine, it packs more meaning, more being, more presence. The ancients use to say that there are places on the earth with more presence--maybe caves and then they would put a temple on those places. They recognized in plays, poems or songs, that there was more presence in that language than in other forms of language.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Saturation of presence is one of the criteria in divine speech and I think poetry aspires to divine speech.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">It is an absolutely ridiculous and really dangerous (laughs) proposition. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: Dangerous because . . .</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: Well God it unleashes all kinds of crazy inflations and mis-identifications. You don't know what is yours and what's God's, what's deaths, what's not. There are these exchanges being made--I think with poetry the words relate to each other on more levels. For me, that would be a definition. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . .</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: So those two apple poems, we were talking about, get at two heavy kinds of maybe beautiful, problematic challenges and then the third poem is about--you fall from the tree, you become what you will be and maybe . . . differentiate somehow, maybe?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: Yeah. One hopes. I don't know. You know, these poems are all provisional. For now. This is just true for now.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">***</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: The overriding fiction of all great lyric poetry is speaking right before your death, that death created an urgency, an intensity that led to a kind of sorting of words. You sort words more frugally in a poem than you would in fiction. I don't think that sorting of words is just for beauty. It comes out as beauty, but I think the pressure of that sorting comes from this over-riding fiction that it is a spontaneous utterance right before your death. You can't even do it. So it takes years to actually do that, to speak from a kind of experience of complete knowing.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: I haven't actually experienced much loss from death. Do you think that if someone doesn't see death in their work, do you think maybe their just not conscious yet, of how death is shaping their lives?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: My sense is that one doesn't have to have experienced it. I think if you never experienced it--if everyone you have known is still alive, I still think that when you come to the page and you imagine this fiction and imagine it completely, that can lead you to a language and a knowledge about yourself--I think it is fruitful knowledge. It is self-knowledge.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: So it is really knowledge of our own mortality (more than death itself) that is profoundly urging us to write.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: Yes and to solve that problem. I think death is a problem. It is still a problem for me. I'm not at peace yet. (laughs)</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . . . I think death is the subject of all lyric poetry . . . . I'll tell you why I feel that it is about death, because a poem is the exhaled breath figured upon, variegated, filigreed, pocked and built and made up. We breath in in silence and the outgoing breath is the dying breath. So all poems are basically a song for the dying breath. Whatever you are talking about, what you are actually doing is ransoming the dying breath to make it worthy of keeping. Otherwise it is not a feeding breath. The meaning of poetry is actually a feeding breath, but the actual breath is outgoing for the human being doing it--there's an opposite thing going on there.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">The most extreme case is the increase in divinity is experienced as a decrease in the vitality of the mortal being. So it is a kind of death. There's a kind of a death of the ego that is experienced before the death of the body and I think the ego mind is the mind that attaches to the body, that attaches to the fear of the extinction of the body.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">The Chinese say you shave that ego way back so that there's more and more divinity in your life, but that sounds--that's religious stuff! But I do think you can't escape it! You can't escape the religious dimension of human beings and I think it can't be abandoned in art, because that's the source. I can't locate the ultimate word--the verdict. I don't trust human beings enough to locate the final word . . . the pronouncement, the great story, the meaning, the all narrative, the mother narrative. I can't leave that up to human beings. I don't trust human beings.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . .</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: You talk about how poetry comes from some "anonymous center"</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: Right. I got that from Rilke.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: Does that faith ever falter--that that's in you to be discovered? Do you always know that that is there and it is just a question of whether you will access it?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: You know when it does falter, I climb my way back. I reread . . .You look up current information in books in, let's say quantum physics, and then you realize "Oh, O.K. it is still a mystery. Their still looking at their own mind." Every time they notice--when they look at a field of photons or whatever--their still coming to the conclusion "Oh, what we see is our own mind." So then you just start back up and you realize at the highest levels of thought--in all the great sciences, in all the great arts that have gone before us, all the great philosophers, all the great fiction writers--it's there all the time. You don't need a lack of faith. All you have to do is swear to live at the quantum level--of reality, which is a scientific fact. If you even swear to do that, that's religious. That whole quantum stuff is religious. It is not of this realm.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Because we know that in the quantum realm there's no cause and effect, for instance. They just discovered that, so they can't figure out what does that mean, because it looks like cause and effect is all there is in the realm of space and time, but their doing all these experiments with that super collider . . . but what are they talking about! And there's some shaman in Indonesia that I visited and she said "No, there's no cause and effect. Those are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">little</span> powers. There are more powerful powers that aren't cause and effect." She said they are older-- I'm just saying that this is the whole context.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: It sounds like you just look at the world, engage with it and the mysteries you confront--it just makes it obvious that there is something else.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: Yeah. You know when Einstein viewed quantum behavior of light photons--he called it "spooky action at a distance"</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: (laughs)</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: That is cool right? Spooky action at a distance.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Lisa: My son is studying dark matter. And I don't know everything you are saying about quantum physics, but I do know a little about what you are talking about because--dark matter! Wow!</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: So there you go, that would be part of the context. That's like a little faith kit. All you have to do is consult the sciences and put it all together and then you realize "oh, I'm just being wayward or lazy or whatever. Go take a break!"</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . .</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: You have said that the very composition of a poem can change the world.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: . . . The order proposed in a lyric poem is closer to quantum order (without cause and effect), closer to synchronistic order--everything happening simultaneously on different levels. So the order proposed in a lyric poem--that has to line up with everything we know.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">When that happens, that's when you get a great lyric poem. It is worth a whole lifetime's work. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Sometimes</span> it is worth a whole life time's work.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">***</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: [In response to your statement that death is the subject of all lyric poetry] I'm trying to think of a poem that isn't so obviously about death, but really is about death. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: Let's talk about a poem called "Dying Stupid" that is one of my great fears, dying stupid (laughs). I'm trying to know if language is a way to knowledge or does knowledge precede language. Do you have to have the knowledge first or is talking about it a way to access knowledge?</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . . </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: What was it like to be Gerald Stern's student?</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: That was my [teaching] paradigm. He kind of alchemized everybody. There was a feeling walking to his class. It was Fall. It was Pitzburg. It was an evening class and you had a poem you were going to present. He was going to talk to you about it, in front of other poets. They were going to take your inner life seriously and nobody was going to make fun of your heart. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">There was the great Gerald Stern, the guy who had written all those great psalms. You opened his book and you just heard the voice of the lover. That was it. That is what lyric poetry is for me. It is very narrow for me. If the voice of the lover isn't there, I'll read through it if I have to, but if it is there, that's all I care about. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">That was what you heard when you heard him and he taught you how to do it better in the poem. He would suggest ways that would help you deepen the way you look at yourself and think of yourself. The path and the time and civilization. It was a blessing to be with Gerry Stern, but he's a rare guy. His energy seemed boundless. </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . .</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: You have been described as accessible and your writing can be, but it is very intellectual and evocative, so that I think the reader sometimes has to do a little work.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: I don't want the reader to do any work.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: You don't.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: No. I don't want the reader to do anything. (Laughs)</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: Well, it's not necessarily work, because you can just take it in on an intuitive, emotional level and get great pleasure from it, but I think there's more to be found in rereading.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: But the reasons for rereading are very important to me. There are certain reasons that prompt people to reread that don't prompt me to reread. I feel if I have heard something beautiful, true, stirring . . . That's the whole problem of poetry. What is worthy of remembering? The <i>Iliad</i>, the Bible--what acts are worth remembering?</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">When I write, that is a big issue--what's worth remembering, what's worth revisiting, rereading.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . .</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Jones: I see people talking about a blending of the different camps of poetry (experimental postmodern poetry, your poetry which seems very different from that, etc.) and maybe something hybrid moving forward and I wondered if you had any thoughts on that?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Lee: I do think that relevant work is always going to be the work that is synthesizing everything, as much of the key things as possible. In other words, I do believe that a poet writing now, writes in a context of: quantum physics, astronomy, the developments in the telescope that are mind boggling--like what we can see, the level of musical genius playing now (cellists, other soloists), whatever we've accomplished in martial warfare, all of the famine of the earth, all of the people that are actually trying to do well and being loving, that whole context is the context of a poem.</span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">Given that, one would need to break down what would be the key pieces of knowledge, the books you would need to read, the experiences you would need to actually have to have witnessed in person, to know that as much as possible, and then to speak (laughs). </span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; ">. . .</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Note: Li-Young Lee is also featured in a documentary, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Poetry of Resilience</span> and there is a book of interviews with him, B<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">reaking the Alabaster Jar</span>, which clarify in greater depth, Lee's ideas about the "outgoing/dying breath" of poetry. </span></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 15px; "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Verdana; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><b>Lisa Anne Jones is a staff interviewer for Poetry Now and is looking forward to a week at the Napa Writer's Conference this July. A member of the Squaw Valley Community of Writers, she is currently editing their annual Review, due out in July, 2009. Learn more about her publications and how to reach her at </b></span><span style="text-decoration: underline; "><b><a href="http://www.alchemyofbirds.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 101, 204); ">http://www.alchemyofbirds.blogspot.com</a></b></span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><b>/</b></span></p> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-5329436735294138735?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisa Anne Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07274764145931220799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-40035356660246046122009-05-16T23:50:00.000-07:002009-05-22T13:09:54.756-07:00Tracie's Kitchen String Band at the MCLAF<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sg-x8z5uZnI/AAAAAAAAAZM/NrukXrDTQpo/s1600-h/bm-image-779480.jpe"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sg-x8z5uZnI/AAAAAAAAAZM/NrukXrDTQpo/s320/bm-image-779480.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336679741739918962" /></a></p>Tracie's Kitchen String Band at the MCLAF -- SPC President Bob Stanley and his band, Tracie's Kitchen, entertained visitors of the Children's Multicultural Literary Arts Festival in a celebration of 30 years of SPC. <br /><br />* Click on photo to zoom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-4003535666024604612?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-80952074747800649232009-05-16T23:49:00.000-07:002009-05-22T12:59:44.156-07:00MCLAF<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sg-xnU5DioI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ceBcdVzHUPs/s1600-h/bm-image-793309.jpe"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sg-xnU5DioI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ceBcdVzHUPs/s320/bm-image-793309.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336679372638358146" /></a></p> Children having fun at one of the many booth activities offered at the MCLAF. Various Children's groups and arts organizations had tables. Also there, a creative balloon artist, a theater group, storytellers, poets, musicians, performers - including Capoiera and Hula dancers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-8095207474780064923?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-18952396822387647712009-05-16T23:45:00.000-07:002009-05-22T13:11:25.188-07:00Multicultural Children's Literary Arts Fest<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sg-w24803UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SUCRDEuezZw/s1600-h/bm-image-799110.jpe"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sg-w24803UI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SUCRDEuezZw/s320/bm-image-799110.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336678540504259906" /></a></p>Multicultural Children's Literary Arts Festival in Fremont Park. Fun was had by all, even with the unseasonably warm 100 degree temps!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-1895239682238764771?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-2362940902611350432009-05-16T21:04:00.000-07:002009-05-16T20:57:58.811-07:00Traci Gourdine reads at the Multicultura<object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf74de32321462cd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-236294090261135043?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-18471632161808972642009-05-10T13:15:00.000-07:002009-05-22T13:16:52.835-07:00Cynthia Linville and Joe Atkins<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sgcz9-nWtfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/BBkbY3KeYqs/s1600-h/bm-image-739064.jpe"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sgcz9-nWtfI/AAAAAAAAAY0/BBkbY3KeYqs/s320/bm-image-739064.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334289423516743154" /></a></p>Cynthia Linville and fellow poet, Joe Atkins, at a reading Cynthia recently hosted at The Vox in West Sacramento.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-1847163216180897264?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-63025746646308197562009-05-09T06:12:00.000-07:002009-05-22T13:05:57.099-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-6302574664630819756?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-38156889429661946562009-04-30T19:36:00.000-07:002009-04-30T19:29:27.804-07:00Tim Kahl and Brad Buchanan<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sfpeh2w4_xI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6lNdQIEnKHw/s1600-h/bm-image-767808.jpe"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sfpeh2w4_xI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6lNdQIEnKHw/s320/bm-image-767808.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330677044675673874" /></a></p>Tim Kahl and Brad Buchanan<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-3815688942966194656?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-71967968087443985302009-04-28T12:42:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:37:13.688-07:00Dinkins<object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b7e06f20b3e8d8ae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-88525653104659584042009-04-28T10:44:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:42:55.111-07:00Lawrence Dinkins, Jr. sketches local poetsLawrence Dinkins, Jr. sketches local poets who read at the open mic readings about town. Venues where you might find Dinkins sketching, as well as reading or hosting, include: SPC Monday nights, Mahagony Readings on Wednesdays at Queen Sheeba Restaurant and Luna's Cafe and Juice Bar on Thursday nights. There are many more readings to be found in Sacramento!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-8852565310465958404?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-3865782058442570182009-04-24T22:45:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:26:00.576-07:00Jack, Laura and Shawn at Luna's<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SfKiBYDb1QI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JBZAywUdoz8/s1600-h/bm-image-757593.jpe"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SfKiBYDb1QI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JBZAywUdoz8/s320/bm-image-757593.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328499453653144834" /></a></p>Poets Jack, Laura and Shawn at Luna's<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-386578205844257018?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-76958471676460526752009-04-24T22:44:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:28:25.643-07:00David Iribarne and guest at Luna's<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SfKhxZVqzXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gUrnuE9hzGs/s1600-h/bm-image-793332.jpe"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SfKhxZVqzXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gUrnuE9hzGs/s320/bm-image-793332.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328499179120151922" /></a></p>David Iribarne, a poet who has been published in Poetry Now recently, visits Luna's Cafe to participate in an open mic and listen to the features. Readings are held there, on 16th, between O and P streets, every Thursday night. Nearly any night of the week one can find a reading about town. Check the SPC calendar for recurring events.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-7695847167646052675?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-64297385282303553052009-04-15T12:50:00.000-07:002009-04-15T15:13:44.287-07:00Sandra Senne leads a special Poetry Workshop today, 4/15, at South Natomas Library<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SeY5CwLs6bI/AAAAAAAAAX8/jDPEoEyH85E/s1600-h/bm-image-751609.jpe"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SeY5CwLs6bI/AAAAAAAAAX8/jDPEoEyH85E/s320/bm-image-751609.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325006328868694450" /></a></p>SPC Board Member and Treasurer Sandra Senne leads a special Wednesday workshop today at the South Natomas Library.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-6429738528230355305?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-6321904912534875532009-04-15T12:46:00.000-07:002009-04-15T12:40:32.141-07:00T. Moore and V.S. Chochezi<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SeY4MAMP7GI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PLnBOT7t82Y/s1600-h/bm-image-732144.jpe"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SeY4MAMP7GI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PLnBOT7t82Y/s320/bm-image-732144.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325005388273151074" /></a></p>T. Moore and V.S. Chochezi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-632190491253487553?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-56521391756974165182009-04-15T12:32:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:35:31.299-07:00Jose Montoya, Advisory Board Member of SPC<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SeY0s_wC_0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/PEMB0mAReJM/s1600-h/bm-image-739157.jpe"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/SeY0s_wC_0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/PEMB0mAReJM/s320/bm-image-739157.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325001557044035394" /></a></p>Former Poet Laureate Jose Montoya, Advisory Board Member of SPC, checks in with the regular board. Notice the legendary Royal Chicano Air Force pin on his hat.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-5652139175697416518?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-50841109777511227132009-04-10T10:15:00.000-07:002009-04-15T15:11:30.539-07:00Poet and Attorney Laura Baumann is a regular SPC workshop attendee<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sd99FDJWGsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ibE5bpCeSws/s1600-h/bm-image-716091.jpe"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sd99FDJWGsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ibE5bpCeSws/s320/bm-image-716091.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323110810272537282" /></a></p>Poet Laura Baumann is a regular at the SPC Tues Nite Workshop at 7:30PM the Hart Center. Come visit - bring 15 copies of your one page poem!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-5084110977751122713?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-36771888428363671932009-04-08T22:23:00.000-07:002009-04-14T14:51:38.638-07:00Rattlecake 5<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sd2EzaIaOaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/K2wfK-C4zsg/s1600-h/bm-image-721050.jpe"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sd2EzaIaOaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/K2wfK-C4zsg/s320/bm-image-721050.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322556353344584098" /></a></p>Five big years of RattleCake. Richard Hansen holding cake.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-3677188842836367193?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-52647741046189460532009-04-08T22:22:00.000-07:002009-04-14T14:51:12.106-07:00Rattlesnake's 5th Anniversary<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sd2Efr--fsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gSl67cVUVQ8/s1600-h/bm-image-742830.jpe"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sd2Efr--fsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gSl67cVUVQ8/s320/bm-image-742830.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322556014539472578" /></a></p>Rattlesnake's 5th Anniversary - Susan Kelly-deWitt, Anne Mennebroker, Katy Brown and Joyce Odam help Kathy Kieth, publisher and editor of the Rattlesnake enterprises, celebrate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-5264774104618946053?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23559583.post-71324375729214078652009-04-08T22:20:00.000-07:002009-04-14T14:53:33.907-07:00Rattlesnake's 5th Anniversary<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sd2D9wM-51I/AAAAAAAAAXM/ed8g7gzPXBQ/s1600-h/bm-image-707830.jpe"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65F5Ia5cJCw/Sd2D9wM-51I/AAAAAAAAAXM/ed8g7gzPXBQ/s320/bm-image-707830.jpe" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322555431556409170" /></a></p>Rattlesnake's 5th Anniversary at Richard Hansen's BookCollector Bookstore.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23559583-7132437572921407865?l=sacramentopoetrycenter.blogspot.com'/></div>graham dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18238961421422043848noreply@blogger.com0