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War-Poets-Tragedy-Listening

The State of the Union was last night. I am so tired of listening to the presidents faux southern voice. How do we continue to deepen ourselves in this morass?

It seems to me that we need to be honest, terrorism is a threat but Terrorism flourishes where there is despiration. There are no terrorists in Canada or Sweden and there are lots of terrorists in Pakistan and Sudan because in those places poverty and injustice rule.

I wonder however what is to be done?

Most of the Liberal/Socialist critique of Bush is vapid and stupid. We are in a clash of civilizations. On one side we have the ideals of the Enlightenment-the ideals of Locke, Smith, Jefferson, Whitman and Emerson versus a mirror image of evil. On one side Radical Islamists and their mirror Radical Christianist terrorists who believe in a world of Magic. They do not believe in science or facts, just magic. That is why the tragedy of war continues because those who believe in the Enlightenment refuse to reject the "ists".

In the end we don't listen. We kvetch about Hugo Chavez or the President of Iran without realizing that we are fertilizing the ground for these cranks with our ignorance and banality. We need to listen and live up to our national creed. America has a great role to play I just wish I still knew where America was?

Holidays

Always at the end of the year it is a time to reflect. In Roman times New Years was in September- that seems to make more sense especially if you are a student.

I have had some great conversations in 2006. Poets seem to like to discuss lifestyle allot. Unlike other professions one's personal life and personal choices are often under scritiny in Poetry.

2006 was a mixed year- the war continues and this colors everything deeply. I have argued that
2006 is really allot like 1901. In that year Britain the America of that era 'won' the Boer War. Britain was the center of the world- but a new power (USA) and others (Germany) were nipping at there heels. They thought they ruled the world and were unchallenged. That is where we are are now. The USA is unchallenged but the world is changing and the 21st Century I fear is someone else's.

Political Poetry and Bad Poetry

Saturday I choose not to attend the Red Rover series and I choose unwisely. Instead of Jen Karmin's well curated experimental poetic sense. I endured a Political Poetry marathon evening curated by the Ginsburgesque Francesco Levato.

I really wanted this political night to be something moving. I normally do not attend mainstream poetry gatherings because they are usually full of bad therapy poetry, slammers, and poetry that needs a good workshop.

I am very sympathetic to Political poetry however as my first book was basically political. I feel that this type of poetry gets short shrift in postmodern poetic discourse. Having said that this gathering was a poster child for what ailes the mainstream in poetry.

There were a few good poems during the reading Kristy Odelius and Simone Muench read some of their post-confessional poems that are technically flawless are simply good poems.

Bob Archembeau did not show up and we were the poorer for it.

The fine works by Odelius and Munch were submerged in a morass of 'poems' that seemed to have been written without any thought to language impact they were all stream of consiousness pieces.

One poetic gent I especially liked.... read a poem (that was accompanied by a guitar underscore) about a church in Avila, Spain and the irony that this Church was Mosque and then was a Church.

What is ironic about this? Every church in Latin America is built over a temple. Every Mosque in Turkey is built over a church foundation. When I want my Political/Religious poetry I know where to go, Peter O'Leary, Denise Levertov Robert Duncan, Lisa Jarnot here are poets who know how to do this right without a musical score. This gent's work was so sugary

Another poet who read was billed as a human rights activist. She proceeded to read a bad poem about Palestinian suicide bombing. I think that this topic is quite serious and when Dunia Mikhail or Tariq Ali or Kasim Muhammed writes about it I listen up.

We in the west do not have a right to critique the suffering of the Palestinian people and their reactions to the pain we have caused- we should write what we know about.

This poem made me angry because of the fact that it assumed that suicide bombers do not know what they are doing. In fact the Palestinians live in an iron cage and suicide is a manifestation of dispair caused by Israel and the USA.

In the end amid the poems about mountain top mining, suicide bombings and women's oppression I kept looking for poems where language was cared for and used with its full power.

Apart from Odelius and Munch's poems that did not happen here. These types of events illustrate how hard it is to write political verse but you cannot fault them for trying.

Ambassadors of Clowns

I was in New York this week. Alot of people I love-love New York. I understand the good stuff but why does it have be so filthy?

And filled with mean people?

Saw a cool movie about a woman who found a Jackson Pollock in a thrift store and how she was treated by the artistic cognoscenti- kind of like the way poets are treated by some academics like idiots who are not part of the in crowd....

Uncomfortable Bedfellows

I have been in an Italian mood of late. After 10 days there and I have been readin the new FSG book of Marinetti's work in translation. I have always been fascinated with Fascist Bohemia, Pound, Eliot, Dos Passos, Marinetti, Celine, Cocteau, Bocconi, d'Annunzio all men who were Intellectuals, innovators and men of the Right.

One of the questions that vexes me is why do Marxists get off without critique? Today famous poets like Charles Bernstein can use Marxists notions and ideas in their work and theory and no one brings up the fact that Marxism in its 20h Century manifestations killed many more people than
Fascism. No one challenges the idea that using Marxist modes of thinking may be suspect and compromised. No one feels it required to mention that Pablo Neruda recieved the Stalin Prize and was an intimate of various men in Russia who were apologists for mass murder. But with any of the men above the fact that they were Fascists or Anti Semitic or Collaborators is the first words in any bio.

I think that this shows the intellectual vapidity of post and after post modern intellectuals. Most poetico-intellectuals are weak reflections of the greats of the modernist period. It is almost like someone boiled Stein or Pound until most of the color came out and made Michael Palmer. I think that the fact that we are not comfortable with a poet in his personal life or ideas is a plus not a minus. Why should everyone be the same? But poetry has migrated from an artform to a academic discipline. This is the death of poetry. Even Poets who railed against this in their youths like Charles Bernstein or even dear and wonderful Robert Creeley were sucked into academia and had their hard edges rubbed off.

In the end no one condons or celebrates mass murder but I think that the lack of strong and sometimes harsh views makes poetry less rich not more so and the fact that so many poets are also academics keeps the harshness out of and artform that needs so much to be hard and crisp not moth eaten and tweedy.