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Hearing The Who

1. before I get old

my dad on the stairs:
"turn that
down!!!!"

he was right
it was loud
but he didn’t get that
it was Christmas loud

torn wrapping paper
shrieks of delight
lookit what’s in here

LOUD

2. but I’m one

it worked
when it wasn’t turned up, too

late at night
when I was supposed
to be sleeping

because lonely
is its own loud
and needs to be
drowned

3. I call that a bargain

I saw her close her eyes
when she faced the real me
and was glad I’d spent the money
on the album I’d chosen to play
that night

4.  cold sex and booze

had I known
how hard it was going to be
to turn into my father
I’d have listened more closely
to the lyrics
when I was young
before I became enamored
of passing pleasure
and before I learned
how hardened
my ears could become

5. endless wire

hand over hand
from the storm to the lifehouse
and all the way
the roaring in my head
the cables of bass
the swift knots of guitar
the stark breaking drums
the ripped angel voices
lifted me from black through blue
red
and now

gray


election thoughts: the abridged version

I’ve decided against posting the larger part of what I’ve written about the election and the current political situation.

I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut about certain things over the years, especially where it comes to politics and political action.  I’ve learned that you can get a lot more done under the radar than above it. 

When I looked back on what I’d written, I realized how much more of my own beliefs and actions I’d revealed than I am comfortable with revealing.  So — into the vaults it goes.

All I’m going to say is this:

I will not de-emphasize the importance of Barack Obama’s election to this country.  On so many levels, it represents an evolution of mass consciousness that is critical to our well-being and continued heatlh as a culture. 

But I will also not de-emphasize the fact that it represents a continuation of the status quo in a lot of other ways.  I’ve never been comfortable with the compromises, secret promises, and covert winking at corrupt practices that it takes to be a major party candidate on either side of the aisle.  While I have some hope that Obama may indeed be the kind of transcendent figure that can move beyond that, I will continue to be skeptical about that until I see some proof. 

In the long run, the single greatest issue this country faces is not terrorism, ecological degradation, economic meltdown, or the inequality of opportunity and rights for all.  Those, to me, are the symptoms of the larger issue, the Great Issue: that we regard the world as a choice between "either" and "or."  That we have reduced our own interpretation of the ideological spectrum to "pro" or "con," "left" or "right," "liberal" or "conservative," "Democrat" or "Republican." That we look at the positions of Obama and McCain and see them as being far apart, when in truth they each represent tweaks to our current ossified and crumbling processes without examining the fundamental concepts behind them to seek  opportunites for true and necessary change.  Our actions and policies, no matter which party is in power, have been dictated by a narrow band of possibility that never truly discomforts those who benefit from our timidity and reduced vision;  it is killing us, and because of our tremendous stature and influence, it has sickened the world as a whole nigh unto death as well.

I do not see the current definitions of "right and left" as being accurate.  To me, it’s as if we were to look at a rainbow, ignore the existence of all the colors except blue, and then define the ends of the rainbow as being the right and left ends of the blue band.  So much is left out in that perception; so many possibilities are available to us, and we don’t look beyond for them.

Some of you are going to read this and attack me, here or in your minds, for being impractical and idealist.  I don’t care, and I’m not going to respond to an awful lot of what I expect to appear here — not because I do not wish to engage you, but because I am concerned about revealing too much of what I alluded to earlier.  But I will say this in advance:  I know we are all committed, or at least many of us are, to true change. To improving our world and our country and to make them over into a true home for all.  In order to do that, we must move beyond our narrowest perceptions of what is possible and engage the impractical, the idealistic, the frightening things that lie beyond our current conceptions of what is possible and appropriate.  I hope that Obama is in a position to do that, and his election gives me the sliver of hope that that is indeed possible because of the apparent character of the man.  But I am not excessively hopeful.  May he prove me wrong, over and over again.

I’m out on this.  As I said, I won’t be engaging much in the discussion here, if it indeed ensues.  But have at it, and at me, as you will.


Re the election

I’ll have more — much more– to say later on, maybe not even today.  I have a big letting-off-steam post to get to, and I’ll probably work on it for a day or two before I post it.

So I’ll recap here quickly:

— I sat with my ballot for a long time before filling in the circle for Obama.  I broke a 28 year tradition of working against the two-party system, which I abhor, to vote for a major party Presidential candidate yesterday.  I second guessed myself all day. 

His victory speech made me glad I eventually decided to have faith that the character of the man might, in fact, transcend the evils of polarization and either/or.  (Yes, I wept.) Whatever the next four years bring, I will not regret the choice to honor faith and hope over logic for once in my life.

Good luck, Mr. President-elect.  You’re going to need it.

— In Massachusetts, all the ballot measures I wanted to pass passed.  This pleases me. 

— California:  wtf???  But I’m wondering:  can a state constitutional amendment a) be federally unconstitutional and b) negate established contract law?  If either of those is true, I wonder if the ban will stand, and if b) is challenged successfully, won’t the existing marriages be left intact?  I know that in Massachusetts when we were dealing with the effort to rescind gay marriage, it was made clear that contract law would have preserved the existing marriages regardless of the ban’s passing or not.  I’d look these up, but I’m off to work shortly. 

As I said, more later.

PS:  GotPoetry last night was quiet — 8 reader/listeners; we did a fun and interesting round robin on the porch because our stage had become a screen for election returns.  Back in force next week for Lea Deschenes, so please come back, k?

T


As my friends’ list is already becoming clogged with various iterations of the phrases "I voted" and "Get out and vote,"  I’ll be taking the rest of the day off from here.

See you tonight at GotPoetry Live.  Tell me all about it then.

😉


I’m still not commenting on the election itself…

but I will say this, and am willing to stand behind it:

Regardless of who wins, there will be some violence in our streets over this vote before the week is up.


Gotpoetry Live on Election Night

In recognition of the fact that our new venue, Blue State Coffee, has been an active and enthusiastic center of activity for the Obama campaign, we’ve chosen not to have a feature tomorrow night but instead to simply open the mike to all comers.  Comes speak of your hopes, aspirations, concerns, whatever, as we read poetry and peer anxiously at the election returns. 

All political stripes and solids welcome, of course.  Bring yourselves and be genuine!

Gotpoetry Live
@ Blue State Coffee
300 Thayer Street
Providence, RI
sign up at 7:30 / reading 8-10 sharp


Understanding The Poet 2

Capitalization
is a method for blending in.

A period is a bullet.
A comma is a safety.
An ellipsis is his consideration of an order from headquarters to stand down.
A dash is a microadjustment prior to targeting.
A semicolon is a shift in mode from single shot to full automatic.

A question mark is cocking the hammer, moving the slide back, then forward.

An exclamation point is a deafening report.

When none of the above are present,
he has let his guard down —
for the moment, anyway.


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Understanding The Poet (was: Wet Market)

He will say
sip this thick flowing mead
and mean this:

We should talk of who we are.

He will say
ceviche

and mean this:

If you will just taste the lime
you will want the fish.
Whoever tastes the fish
will turn from the table
satisfied.

He will say
this locked door behind us
is all we have to bind us
to each other
and mean this:

I am alone, and you are my last hope.

He will say
red breath, silk finger,
o you of the charred emerald eyes
and mean this:

I have no home on this earth,
except with you.

He will say
a flower grown in plastique
blooms in my blood
and mean this:

I am dying —
to be this close and not touch you!

He will say
tonight has a scent of open wounds
and mean this:

Only you can close me
tight against the bleeding.

He will say
imagine the trace evidence of novas
all around us
and mean this:

We will burn till there is no more sun.

He will say
there is a fear no one can name
that is coded into the air
that is the rhythm of deep trench ocean

and mean this:

Only together
can we learn what it is
that I want most to say to you.


7 Interests meme

A while ago, theklute posted his answers to the following meme: "Comment here and I will choose 7 interests I am curious about. Respond in your journal."  So I did.

Here’s the 7 he chose for me:

"Mescalero, NASCAR, Free Jazz, Old Punk, Anthony Braxton, Ornette Coleman, Fighting Knives"

Long ass answers for those so inclined…


Tuning out and plugging myself…

I think I’m gonna avoid reading LJ  as much as I usually do for a day or two, at least through Monday; I’m on election overload. 

Seriously — I know who y’all are voting for, I’m pretty sure who I’m voting for, and I can get all the sane and crazy I need through the news sites and various other sites I track.  

Besides — I’ve got this to think about:

On Sunday at 10 PM, I’ll be one of the folks reading at the Bowery Poetry Club for the November 3rd Club’s annual reading, to wit:

"Victor D. Infante hosts a night of poetry & politics to celebrate the "November 3rd Club" online literary journal of political writing.

Readers include
Patricia Smith,
Alicia Ostriker,
Marty McConnell,
Tara Betts,
Kirpal Gordon,
Tony Brown,
Skip Shea,
Madeline Artenberg,
Iris Schwartz,
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz,
Michael Cirelli, and
Lea Deschenes.

Seriously. That’s not a reading. That’s a god-damned revolution. "

And you know you want to be part of that. So show up, dammit.

Cover, $7. Worth every penny.

I figure I’ll be talking politics all night there, so a break seems in order.  See  y’all later.


Yes, ladies and gentlemen…

the Phillies have won the World Series.

Can you say anticlimactic? I like the way you say that!  You said it right!


GotPoetry Last Night…next week…and SUNDAY in NYC!!!!

Another good night at GPL last night, with an open that filled late but filled — seriously, what’s the deal, folks??? Eight o’clock it starts, list out at 7:30…place is only open till 10, fer Chrissakes 😉  — and a good feature by the folks of the Off Nine Crew/Collective/Aggregate/Conglomerate/Hive/Borg….

Next week — due to Blue State Coffee having been a hotbed of organizational work for Obama, we’ve decided to just open the doors for an extended open — no feature, just folks sharing poems and other good words about the democratic process or whatever.  Republicans welcome — and yes, I mean that.  I figure it’s gonna be a crazy night there anyway….

And don’t forget that on Sunday at 10 PM, I’ll be one of the folks reading at the Bowery Poetry Club for the November 3rd Club’s annual reading, to wit:  "Victor D. Infante hosts a night of poetry & politics to celebrate the "November 3rd Club" online literary journal of political writing. Readers include Patricia Smith, Alicia Ostriker, Marty McConnell, Tara Betts, Kirpal Gordon, Tony Brown, Skip Shea, Madeline Artenberg, Iris Schwartz, Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, Michael Cirelli and Lea Deschenes. Seriously. That’s not a reading. That’s a god-damned revolution. "

(By the way…I might get there early if I were you… the BPC site’s listing a book release party at 6 PM that includes poetry and music by someone named Patti Smith and a guitarist, Lenny Kaye….)

Later, folks…


Wet Market (second draft)

In the wet market
a poet searches the stalls.
Desiring to cook something
with AIDS,
he looks over a tray of  I have AIDS, sniffs
at a basket of this is the name of my pain,
tries to decide what can be done with
there is a flower that grows in plastique
and blooms in blood…

At another vendor, another poet is thinking
of preparing a message and weighs
the possibilities of Valkyrie against
Knight Rider Barbie, tries to choose, fails,
buys both and moves on.

A third poet
rejects all the proffered produce of love,
the red breath, the silk finger,
the charred emerald eyes. The seller
throws up his hands in disgust…

All testing, humming over select spice, savoring
the differences between the modern diamond
and the heirloom adamantine, deciding whether
the dusk will taste blue or azure, whether to boil the whole
in a stream or a creek, leave it covered and simmering for hours
with sky or heaven or firmament

In the wet market
people dream before they buy and go home
to poems grilled or steamed, broiled
to black.  AIDS becomes an easy metaphor
and falls into hot stale grease, a woman’s war on denial
is tossed with field greens and eaten swiftly before
the entree, and love is just a green puree
on a cheap glass plate.

On the edge of the market,
on the way home,
a table holds bowls of fresh water,
herbs, fresh fish
soaked in lime juice. 
A sign on the table reads:

Whoever tastes the fresh water
will want to taste the herbs. 
Whoever tastes the herbs
will want to taste the fish.
Whoever tastes the fish
will turn from the market
and go home simple and satisfied.

Who will stop there?
No one today.
There are too many stands serving
quick meals, too many ways to overfill
basic needs, to answer want with gluttony.

If the sign had only advertised
ceviche,
this might have been
a different story.