Showing posts with label Beaird Glover. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beaird Glover. Show all posts

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Dance of the Hopping Mad: Issa's Sunday Service, #117






This week's selection on the Sunday Service comes from a recent email by a reader (who received two free copies of Lilliput Review for the suggestion - so can you!) who pointed me to the song "Dance of the Hopping Mad" by The Raincoats and what a delight it is. The song incorporates lyrics from William Blake's poem "The Garden of Love, which follows:



The Garden of Love
  I laid me down upon a banks
  Where Love lay sleeping;
  I heard among the rushes dank
  Weeping, weeping.
  Then I went to the heath and the wild,
  To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
  And they told me how they were beguiled,
  Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
  I went to the Garden of Love,
  And saw what I never had seen;
  A Chapel was built in the midst,
  Where I used to play on the green.
  And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
  And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
  So I turned to the Garden of Love
  That so many sweet flowers bore.
  And I saw it was filled with graves,
  And tombstones where flowers should be;
  And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
  And binding with briars my joys and desires.


(NOTE: the first 8 lines transcribed here are actually a separate Blake poem entitled "I laid me down upon the banks.  Thanks to Mark for pointing that out - see COMMENTS, below.)


And here's a musical rendition of the original Blake:

The Garden of Love by William Blake Music by Rodney Money



Let's finish up where we began, with the Raincoats, performing "Don't Be Mean," a little song describing something we've all experienced and hardly ever talk about:




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This week's feature comes from Lilliput Review #72, in August 1995, and is a little duet, a pas de deux, a neat little dovetailing, a fancy twin step ... call it what you well, Beaird Glover and Daniel DiGriz do it and they do it well. Their selection is serendipitous, to say the least, and in that they go out to Tom Clark, who will understand I didn't go looking for these; they found me, 16 years later, almost to the day of our discussion.

Enjoy.




Faces
  in the ancient early beginning
  of humankind
  all people had only 1 face.
  then, thousands of years later,
  there were 2 faces.
  the idea that everyone looks
  differently
  is a fairly new one
        Beaird Glover








mocking myself
i see
both faces
Daniel DiGriz





in lightning's flash
faces in a row...
old men
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue







best,
Don



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Go to the LitRock web site for a list of all 117 songs


Thursday, July 3, 2008

An Award for Gary Hotham, Franz Kafka, and The Other Place


Cover art by the late, great Harland Ristau


Some great news: Missed Appointment by Gary Hotham has been awarded an Honorable Mention in this year's Haiku Society of America's Mildred Kanterman Memorial Merit Book Awards. The awards were announced at the June meeting of the Haiku Society of America and the full list of award winners will appear in the autumn issue of frogpond. As a publication of Lilliput's "Modest Proposal Chapbook Series," it is a great honor for the press.

Most importantly, however, this award highlights the unflagging quality of one of the best artists writing in the haiku form today. Gary has always been extremely generous with his work with the micropress that is Lilliput Review and it means a great deal to me to see him so honored. Congrats, Gary! Stay tuned for additional news about the awards as it becomes available.

As part of a comment to Wednesday's post about Hermann Hesse, I've posted some info on the 4 poetry books translated into English (in the post, I said 3 and I was only partially right) as a comment to that post.

In other Lillie news, I think I neglected to mention that the always informative Poet Hound posted an insightful review of issue #161 on June 24th. The Hound regularly features markets for poetry and interesting poems from around the web and is worthwhile reading on a regular basis.

Since the bad news on the bookstore front about Cody's, here's some positive news about a poetry bookstore in Seattle.

A wonderful little poem by Naomi Shihab Nye about outdistancing loneliness was posted yesterday on the Writer's Almanac, along with the news that it's Franz Kafka's birthday. Celebrate the later (well, the former, too, come to think about it) by reading something from this parcel of translations from The Kafka Project. Today's poem on Writer's Almanac really set me back on my heels: it's a public domain work entitled "Quiet After the Rain of Morning" by Joseph Trumbull Stickney, a poet I didn't know. It reads the way you would expect a public domain poem by an "unknown" poet to read, perhaps a bit above average: lyrical, wistful in an almost nostalgic way, all the way down to the very last word. But, oh, that last word!

Lastly in the news department, if you are interested in the creative process, do not miss the Lynda Barry interview at The Comics Reporter. If you don't know her work or even if you do and don't like her, you just have to read how she describes getting to that "other place" from which the work flows. Absolutely spot-on.

This week's feature issue from the Lilliput Review archive is #82, from August 1996 (can it really be 16 years ago?!). The issue opened with a one-two punch:



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Reality

reality is
the metal all
the maya is
made of

Steven M. Thomas




w/only the moisture of our breath
against the metal of it,
eventually the beast, he'll rust away.

scarecrow



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Wayne Hogan reels us back in with a statement that could serve as his manifesto of the art we've come to know and love:



More Black-And-White Checks

One of my
jobs in life as
I see it is to put more
black-and-white checks
in things, and fish, and
starry night skies with
quarter-moons, too.

Wayne Hogan




It seems this was one of those issues that was just packed with moment after shining moment:



Caboodle

Start with some sort of a rock
plant grows from rock
animal eats plant
person eats animal
person gets incinerated
Start with some sort of rock

Beaird Glover




Eclipse

I leave grief behind
No more than crescent thumbnail
on a soft-skinned pear.

Marianne Stratton




And a final one-two:


My webbed fingers
wave in recognition--
air is melted water.

Doug Flaherty




Cherokee


she smokes a teakwood pipe
dark pond eyes laugh
-----------water
-------------hit by wind

Tim Bellows



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Posted July 4th, started July 3rd, hence the erroneous header date, courtesy of Blogger, in case you like to keep your "yesterdays" and "todays" straight.

Till next time,
Don


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