Friday, June 1, 2012

Poets on Way to Place of Seneca Emergence

                                     May 12, 2012   (L to R) Dwain Wilder, Judith Kerman, John Roche, Will Nixon,
                                                                 Alan Casline, Stephen Lewandowski, obeeduid, Ken Warren,
                                                                 Andre Spears.                                             photo: Helen Ruggieri

Saturday, May 26, 2012

OIKOS A Talk Presented by Brian Richards at CLOUDBURST COUNCIL

Oikos→oikeiotēs→oikeios→oikonomos : House→friendship→cognate / familial→steward

Economy (OED):  'The manner in which a house is ordered.'  Maintenance. Sam Johnson: a friend is one joined to another in mutual benevolence and intimacy; oikos:  mutual intimacy constitutes a household. An economics that protects composition is benevolent. Keats: 'friendship, the nurse of mutual good' (Sleep and Poetry) is built on Johnson's definition, as nurse is intimately tied with stewardship and Mama's tit. Dorn: ‘If [poets] are made, it's important to have a good mother.’ Creeley: ‘I hear / mother’s voice say / under my own, I won’t / want any more of that.’

Also, Darwin (OED) 'The economy shown by nature in her resources' where economy means the shortest elapsed time from A to B. Auden said that ‘the shortest distance between two points is a straight line’ and ‘love they neighbor as thyself’ cannot be compared because they are from different realms of discourse, but he’s wrong. Loving thy neighbor as thyself is, in fact, the shortest distance between two points. In poetry, friend is someone with whom you create that reciprocity.

Non-credit economies offer antinomies: gift economies rely on the person who has more than one of anything to offer the spare to one who has none. For all its potential for abuse the potlatch is the great economic leveler. Other economies are appropriative:  the one with none is free to take another's extra. There is a loose accounting, in the sense that reputation is involved, but shame is the issue there, and that person who can continue to take without bowing to the knowledge of what the neighbors think is figured into the model. Both systems fail when outside forces import goods and the concept of credit that goes with the invasion, as the commons of friendship is overcome by desire to relegate the other.

Dorn: 'I actually learned a lot from how Charles worked...the demonstration of's so much like your cast out ahead of yourself all this, like in a fan or a radius, and you go forward in it and the account of that…can be art.’ Economy inherent in that demonstrated use of the self as a tool, like getting a job because you want to buy a car so you have to buy a car so you can get to your new job.

The domestic economy of the Odd Couple. Olson: obsessively slovenly. Creeley: obsessively neat. Dorn: 'my strongest perceptions are ... imaginative and not domestic.’ Cf Duncan 'not by nature Robin Hood in Sherwood Forest, outlawed and at home.’ Outlawed is where friendship among poets thrives, where imagination is honored as inseparable from the real. Home is what Dickinson never left. Niedecker. Wordsworth of Dorothy: 'My sister and my friend / Or something dearer still'. What could be dearer? Byron to Augusta: 'My sweet sister! If a name / dearer and purer were, it should be thine'. Friend mediates sister and lover.

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: 'This angel, who is now become a devil, is my particular friend', as opposition is home to the differentiated particular. Opposition is re-elation, antithesis a vector. 'Opposition is true friendship': Bernadette Mayer: 'O I wish I had a friend who was only my equal.’ Later in Agoraphobia, '...I survive best in a fragile atmosphere. Not that I would be independent there, but that I would support others, and so you can see how the desire to support and to nourish becomes a need and it could, so publicly, become a need only of the least trustworthy, of those who are most bereft themselves.’ The economy of need operates in a market of fear. Ginsberg to Kerouac: 'Will you ever love me?' After 20 years of intense friendship, a quotidian potlatch v. the reality of establishing an economy in which claims for credit and debit are adjudicated on grounds more critical: job, marriage, the need to be needed, or needy, the long-imagined arrival of love.

We treat friendship as though it were a quality capable of postulate definition as well as a quantity that can be measured, but there are at last only specific instances we can judge and measure as emblems of a personal definition. Friendship among poets cannot depend on compromise, only forks in the road: we are companions or not; there are words that follow words, each a fork chosen. It is not economical to waste time at the fork, nor to follow one path regretfully, worse to 'hesitate and turn back' a la' Pound's accusation against the likes of Frost.

In college, we measured friendship in degrees of intimacy: 'I love you' we'd say to the no-longer compelling other, 'but I'm not in love with you,' making ‘the quality / of the affection’--dove sta memoria--an unbridgeable gap between verb and noun that seemed a comprehensive explanation. It is facile and tendentious to declare, 'I am in friend with you ', but there is that sense that poet friends are riding the like tiger, brought together by a force beyond the tedious use of the friend as 'there for me' that makes the condition seem optional when it's not, as Dorn's letter makes clear. "A friend is always there" doesn't stipulate a place but an absolute condition, even if she is in Timbukto while you are having a crisis in Toronto. On the other hand, unconditionality doesn't bear scrutiny well. Are you still a quarterback if you haven't got a team?

Friendship flourishes between a top and a bottom who are either pleased with their relative roles or pass the dominant position back and forth as the occasion demands. The poet cannot work in a world in which the social demands either domination or submission. The natural is a different story: the oak shades out and attenuates the dogwood, twist as it might in search of light sufficient to its needs, without a qualm, conditions native to the poet, cutting down My Friend Tree: this is what is. Reciprocity with a slow, stable sentience. Dorn calls it 'Harsh...throwing... human and non-human in the same bag. ‘It is not’, he says, 'in my hands to do otherwise.'

The economy of friendship among poets cannot be ruled by the necessary at the expense of the good. Plato said that the greatest chasm exists between the good and the necessary—he calls it unbridgeable—but the necessity in art is the solitude of composition, the good that it console and enrich and according to Kant what enriches us is what we can do without.

Friendship between poets is independent of distance, the more one must imagine the other sans encounter of a physical sort. There is no home base for the poet—no place 'for yourself only' (Oh No) where if you go there they have to let you in, let alone entertain notions of what you deserve, only limits—what we are inside of—to be found: how far does the form go? The consolation of friendship filled by post cards, specifically addressed, FB is unable to fill. Social media have not helped most of us who find it vexing to manage exponential expansion.

Creeley's intense, compulsive, idiosyncratic relation to language provided an immediate friendship, as Olson said in a letter early on. 'Because I am always talking...' ties him to the Maya, his boundless appetite for conversation metonymous with their bodies: 'The modern Maya are intimate with each not shrink from touch.' Friendship requires no special other to differentiate the untouched common. This revelation, to the product of the Worcester diocese and the Ivy League, became the central conceit of THE HUMAN UNIVERSE. Not that his nostrums always applied to himself. Rules are for beginners, limits are what we are inside of. Genius is inimical to ordinary friendship, with its demands for specific attention, unlike the assumption of intimacy among the Maya. Form rises out of the occasion; taboos and models are ignored. Art as exchange in the economy of friendship extends the gift in two senses: that Olson lives in art in a place where he can be ignored by what he calls 'the social world of intention '; second, that Olson presents this thing that is art precisely because it is useless as a model, being one of a kind.

Ellis: ‘friendship betrays any overall “political” situation among groups and persons…or real friendship is corrosive of any idea that would usefully accumulate anything more than the Shelleyan “collected lightnings” so that friendship can never get beyond anything but endless charge and discharge, across whatever cultural grid you got.’ Friendship cannot get beyond anything without being reduced to a vehicle. It is born beyond anything and is nowhere in chains, though you can read 'now here' easily enough. For Shelley, friendship is insistently a bridge, allowing passage between humans, between earth and heaven, the known and the unknown. But in his own life, only ferries crossed such gaps, with uncertain schedules susceptible to sudden disruption.  This is not a flaw but an inexorable force, as the East Wind drives that poem, or 'The Rain' does Creeley's, and as friendship cannot drive "In Memoriam" anywhere but to the grave. It was not friendship that drove 'Broadcide', Dorn's wonderful elegy for Richard Brautigan, but disgust at the quizzical judgments of so-called friends. 'De-cide' defines 'death following a decision' and a friend would honor that and demand no further explanation, as Shelley's final sail left friends wondering why he urged piling on canvas in the face of a such a fresh breeze as blew up a gale, or why he laughed in death's face—death that had only stolen his children—as he came as close to flying as Icarus.
The company as Creeley understood it is filtered through Pound yearning for the world of Dante and Cavalcanti and the troubadours--Crane's 'Visionary Company' through Slater Brown into Creeley’s Hart Crane: 'could not / go further / without those friends'. In such a company, the whole must be equal to the individual, thus an obligation to exclude no member of the company no matter how hard to tolerate. This is Dorn's dilemma, expressed in a letter to Olson:

"I can hardly get along with [Creeley], but sense that I can hardly not be a deep friend or whatever the score is that day. Or tomorrow." It takes a double negative, an insistence on the indirect article, and a temporal disclaimer to be clear. Dorn's double negation reflects the relationship between the fool's inattention to collateral damage and the friend's obligation to deal with it. Fools and poets are difficult friends because they are predictably unpredicatable. Friends never say, "If you were my friend you would...."  "Drive, he sd" is not prescriptive but reactive: 'As I sd to my / friend because I am / always talking' where talk causes friendship. Letter 6 from MAXIMUS: 'It is just such folly isn't necessary, yet I have not noticed / that those who are sharp haven't got that way / by pushing their limits.' Again the insistent double negative. Fool stepping off into the abyss, of the drunken farmer, 'leave him lay off it', Creeley said as a young man.

The company is absolutely inclusive but never contains more than a remnant of those who hold a ticket. It is set of protocols sufficient only to those who live within its bounds. What keeps the company small is the understanding that the obligation is finally a privilege that defines the reductive function common to open protocols. For there is no doubt that Dorn was Creeley's friend and Creeley was Dorn's. The alien landscape of 'West of Moab' they travelled together later measured that dumb weariness that most requires a friend, as much an ordeal as the antics in Frisco the letter refers to.

Creeley and Ginsberg both committed to the politics of the hip: vote with your horn, founded in the  economy of language. One line, one vote, drawn in the sand. Dorn: 'It's my way of voting early and often.' His economic model: 'Some kind of cooperative against one in which a small number of people have an upper hand in exploiting others. That's not to say much because everybody more or less feels that way.' Actually not; capitalists don't feel that way; consumers don't feel that way. Many in the arts have entered that world, but few poets, since you can't make an honest living writing poems. But it's the company of poets Dorn means by 'everybody.'

‘Alienation’ Melville ‘suffered’ in CALL ME ISHMAEL, or Sam Houston at San Jacinto, crying 'Have I not a friend in the world?' at his moment of triumph. What comes after the poem? Olson: 'I rupture these friendships with men violently.' A struggle to secure his freedom from those who had made it possible to use that freedom productively by offering him ways and means. Letter 20 #5: It is not the substance of a man's fault / it is the shape of it / is what lives with him, is what shows.' It's not what you did to your friend but that you produced such an abomination of form. Olson in his notebook, to Dahlberg: 'no matter how much you have done, how grateful I am...I will not trade in life, I cannot....'. The extension is clear: even if Olson were willing to give up his own goals, it was not in his power to do so.

Keats on the sin of 'flattering oneself into an idea of being a great poet'. The pain of being impelled by a force that must seem to others grandiose, selfish, and cold; this is the great obstacle to intimacy for poets: waiting for the hammer to drop. Ken Warren, in THE EMPEROR’S NEW CODE, points to Olson’s ‘cold ‘recoil from’ Frances Boldereff’s festering lily, placing the demands of the work beyond her physical need to be full of him. She wants the power to hurt Olson by insisting on her need for his cock, but--at what emotional cost?—he will not rise to her. Keats again: others 'do not know me...even my most intimate acquaintance…I am content to be thought all this because I have in my breast so great a resource.' Later, 'Though the most beautiful Creature were waiting for me at the end of a Happiness would not be so fine, as my Solitude is sublime.' Olson is impaled in solitude by the sublime challenge to—as Bernadette Mayer says—‘work your ass off to change the language’, to get it out of the hands of those who think that economy is about winning and winning is about acquiring a larger share of the commons.

Solitude is the steward of the potlatch from which all gifts spring; protecting it is not something we choose to do, an arrangement between parties, but that necessary economy that makes each one of the company, not by fate arranged but by the fact of what each one of us has accepted, what even so hardheaded a realist as Dorn called our sacred responsibility: 'There are certain Obligations of the Divine...part of the function is to be alert to Spirit....'

Poetry, being without base, provides no leverage; friendship between poets does: How can anyone read Olson without concluding that he was pulled by forces too strong for his personality or his intellect to successfully resist? Olson, Dorn & Creeley pushed off from each other as did Duncan, Spicer and Blazer. The Beats. The Manhattoes. Duncan: 'The rapture of the initiated lies in this: his soul is congregationalized.'

The economy of poetic friendship is based in an extended content that reinforces a shared sense of the way form works. Dorn: 'I believe in the shared mind'. His poem, Chronicle:
            Inside Fred plays his cello
            and the air sings thereby
            Here, all around, is
            the world, out on points, on the horizon are
            friends close and far gone
            with the tautness of
            these corded strings
            bind them together.
Solitude is the poet’s best friend: it is the necessary that opposes the good of ordinary friendships. Other poets share this solitude, do not insist on other presents. The economy of the friend is the exchange of solitude. An economics that protects composition is benevolent. The condition is simplicity: From Gloucester Out: ‘I want him to stay away / from the tables of familiarity / I want him to walk by the seashore alone / in all height.' Here is the deep friendship of poets defined.

A Talk Presented by Brian Richards as part of Panel: Economy and Friendship on May 12, 2012 at CLOUDBURST COUNCIL, Naples, New York, USA



gesture forms motion matches body whole
succession of poses activates dance

         graceful animals
         message that brings the gift

       heavy metal titans fury
from drops of blood
           the Erinyes  arose
            wave crests of  sea foam
                birthed      Aphrodite

   tree root and tree crown balance
“Healthy roots, yer gettin’ quite a deal there.”
           the expanse of the leaf crown
   at edges where branches reach—
                                                     a dripline
          place to water  & fertilize newly grown roots

ax the “re” from all words
each moment new
      as gangs of sages knew
    splendent and splendent
    and splendent new.
shine on the rootless birds
mountains were rootless birds
  in the very beginnings
the roots of the mountains
  that hold them in place
calmed the chaos
clouds on their slopes
are remnants of their wings

where we stand, up or out

                glow cloud high above rain

pieces of blue

                exchange mutability

        singularity a wind race

shine crystal white, shadow dark

further and forth as up the evaporation goes

gravity another fool game
content has no definition

                                                                Alan Casline
                                                                May 24-25, 2012
                                                                                      Elsmere, New York

note: A literary form I invented is the "tour of a poem." Starting at first line of the poem you are touring you write along with the poem as you read your way from beginning to the poem's end. The tour itself consists of impressions, reconfigurations of the poems line, echoes of content, flights away from the original poet's text, some back talk if you are in the mood, kenning and lines directly quoted.  I have taken the tour of a number of poems over the last few years. Not a study or a critique more a trip over a poet's landscape by an active observer.

Casline at Cloudburst

Thursday, May 17, 2012


Danger Zone
for Donna Summer (1948-2012)

The donation turned
loan that bought up
the gift, as heavy
metal in tincture grew
fury from stems
that tide not, root
loss and root false
that grows the lesser
evil, where ‘resplendent’
and ‘splinter’ feed
from the same stamen,
and rootless are
the birds but in our own
perception, for they
ground the air so
heard, and have air
as ground, where we
stand, up or out,
coward to be proved
in classic close
certainty, by
a window, opened
from outside in
a dream, to linen
and limes, the dry
air of softly taking
or giving in to
the caustic glow of
dull cloud high above
their rain, its pieces
in exchange, back
and forth as up
the evaporation
goes with all that
would otherwise
remain content
and obey the perils
of simple gravity.


                   ---Stephen Ellis


(closing thoughts after Cloudburst Council)
--John Roche

Further is a bus
driven by Merry Dionysians
bus comes from omnibus
transport for all
Mahayana the Greater Vehicle
a quite Whitmanian notion
sometimes a great nation
no gloom at Seneca Emergence Place
but Cloudburst Express needs to be a Soul Train
needs to be a Freedom Train too
not there yet.

The founding convention of Cloudburst Council is gaveled closed
no closure for poetry…

Jimi sings, "Castles made of sand drift into the sea eventually"
maybe not a bad thing to build your castles on sand
Tibetan or Navaho sand paintings complete their magic only when
the image is erased.

John Roche at Cloudburst Council May 2012                    photo by machine

Sally Forth
--John Roche

The purpose of a Citadel
is to give protection
not to keep you bottled up.
A strong Citadel means
you can safely
sally forth.
In fact, the safety of the Citadel
depends on
scouts, traders, knights
willing to bravely sally forth
gather information, exchange trade goods,
scatter skirmishers, demolish siege engines.
Without this, the noose of besiegement tightens.
Without Sallying Forth, we feed on ourselves, first the dogs,
then the dead, next the children.
So much depends upon a white chicken smuggled
across the lines so much depends on those willing to tunnel
swim creeks ride horses enjamb the perimeter use subterfuge
ride invisible taxis 
establish parataxis between inside/outside/both sides of the moat
leave breadcrumbs for others' mnemotaxis.
So much depends on friends not content to stay by the hearth fire
yet so much depends on those reading by that hearthside
with minds unbridled.
So much depends
on those who tarry there by the sally gardens
taking love easy, "Easy Baby," Magic Sam sang.

The best Citadel is the one you carry in your breast as you sally forth.

John Roche at Cloudburst 2012  photo by David Landrey


Our CLOUDBURST isn't over. Clouds have moved, rain has stopped, still aware of chance for late lightening strike. Jennifer pushed for me to take a few days off and rest from the weekend at the Gell Center and the getting there and back. I found myself not wanting to add the first word to the whole event. Better to hold it all together in one mix of memory and feeling. Originally, "what people said afterwards" was one of my interests in undertaking this gathering with John Roche, Ken Warren and Stephen Lewandowski. I've had poems and comments come in, ate the last of the left over bagels this morning, planted the chestnut seedling Alifare Skebe gave us, began this blog post and before the day is over will print some books.
There is a treasure trove in all the notes and materials placed in the Magic Citadel notebook and we video-taped the whole conference! Here are some of my photos.

Old friends, Brian Richards and Stephen Ellis (first time together in 5 years)

Alifare Skebe

Martha Treichler

Stephen Baraban

Dwain Wilder

Steve Tills

Judith Kerman (with Steve Tills in background)

"Cookie" (also known as Stephen Lewandowski)

Peter Franklin
Those are the best of my portrait photos. I did the best with what I had to work with.  Was caught up in the details and didn't get to track everyone down for their picture. There is a nice set of photos from David Landrey that we have permission to use on the Cloudburst blog. Lots more. This the first comment that reached us from Andre Spears as he flew (by airplane) away from our green hills. "Thanks for a splendid effort & harmonious results"  Also this poem:

Cloudburst (Breakthrough) Limerick

       I live                                        made
       in a                                       of three
       Magic Citadel                             walls

                               from the depths

       A   cosmic     dead    end
                                              for me and
                                                   my   friend
       it     keeps    me   awake                    
       when        I’m     reading           well.

                   ---Andre Spears

Wednesday, May 9, 2012


With unpredictable and in some cases terrible circumstances, a few of the expected people are not going to be able to make it to this year's Cloudburst Council. We will miss them all. Maybe next year folks-- We still have more poets per square foot than the average wood lot so let's go...


Fri. May 11, 2012

4:00-5:00   Registration
5:00-6:00   Light Dinner Served (soup, bread, green salad )
6:00-6:10  Ken Warren Welcome
6:10-6:25  David Landrey poems
6:25-6:40  Andre Spears poems
6:40-7:40  Panel - The Magic Citadel ( Dave Landrey, Alan Casline,  Martha Treichler)
7:40-8:00  Stephen Ellis poems
8:00-8:15  Break
8:15-8:30  Martha Deed  poems
8:30-9:30  Panel - The Plasma of Friendship  (Stephen Ellis, Stephen Baraban, Ken Warren)
9:30-9:45  Helen Ruggieri poems
9:45-10:00  John Roche wrap-up
10:00  Party

 Sat. May 12, 2012

 9:00-9:15  Relaxation Movements led by Helen Ruggieri (Meet Outside Lodge)
 9:15-9:45  Breakfast (oatmeal,cereal,fruit,pastry,etc.) –Kitchen will remain open past 9:30
 9:45-10:45    Cloudburst Panel (Stephen Lewandowski, Ken Warren, Alan Casline, John Roche)
 10:45-11:00  JudithKerman poems
 11:00-11:15  Break
 11:15-12:15  Panel - Economy and Friendship (  Brian Richards, Andre Spears, Stephen Tills, 
                                                                         Alifare Skebe )
 12:15-12:30  Martha Treichler poems
 12:30-12:45  Michael Czarnecki  poems
 12:45 Lunch Served (cold sandwiches bag lunch)
 Open Time 12:45 – 3:15

Tour of Seneca Point of Emergence with Steve Lewandowski (optional)

3:15-3:30  obeeduid
3:30-3:45  Will Nixon
3:45-4:00  Break
4:30-4:45  Ryki Zuckerman
4:45-5:00  Patricia Schwartz                    
5:00-5:15  Brian Richards
5:15-7:00 Dinner (hot vegetarian etc.)
7:00-10:00 - Open Reading ( 10 min per poet)
Steve Tills, Stephen Baraban Therese Broderick, Paulette Swartzfager
Dwain Wilder, Colleen Powderly, Alifair Skebe (add any more participants as they appear)
10-10:10 or when Open Reading ends:  Alan Casline Wrap-up
10:11 Campfire Party with Music

 Sun. May 13, 2012

9:15-9:30  Relaxation Movements led by Helen Ruggieri
9:30-10:30  Brunch (like Saturday Breakfast plus eggs and meat)
9:30-10:30  Trade Fair
10:30-11:45 Panel Gift (Stephen Lewandowski, John Roche, Michael Czarnecki,)
 11:45 – 12:15 John Roche Further

Monday, May 7, 2012

"La lluvia ojos de agua de sueno" OCTAVIO PAZ

"La lluvia ojos de agua de sueno"
( Cloudburst) by Octavio Paz.

the rain ...
eyes of shadow-water
eyes of well-water
eyes of dream-water.
blue suns, green whirlwinds,
birdbeaks of light pecking open
pomegranate stars.
tell me, burnt earth,
is there no water?
only blood, only dust,
only naked footsteps on the thorns?
the rain awakens ...
we must sleep with open eyes,
... we must dream aloud,
we must sing till the song
puts forth roots,
trunk, branches, birds, stars,
we must find the lost word,
and remember
what the blood, the tides,
the earth, and the body say,

and return to the point of departure...