Monday, August 29, 2016

What's Next

Coming Up Our Next Meditation and Poetry Group Meets on Saturday, October 1 at the Shelburne Falls Shambhala Center from 11:00AM - 2:00 PM

This morning I am thinking of poet Philip Whalen. If there is indeed a poetry realm on the other side, I would want to meet his mind again. Reading this review by Andrew Schelling of David Schneider's biography of Whalen, Crowded  By Beauty, I am reminded just how ephemeral the coming and goings of such beings are.





Somewhere in my archive of photos, there is a photo I took of Philip some thirty years ago in my then office at Naropa Institute that I  shared with a marvelous co-worker, Jane Faigao. Jane and I briefly together ran the Naropa Summer Institute - a dazzling display of creative synergy informed by the many poets, dancers, musicians and artists who convened there each year. Philip was a mainstay along with other so called "Beat" luminaries, Diane DiPrima, Gary Snyder, Joanne Kyger, and of course Allen Ginsberg and company, among so many others. 

Philip Whalen was the real deal and someone whose brief moments of interaction I had with him during a month-long sojourn I shared living in a house  with him and Ginsberg still resonates decades later.  A true master, he stopped my mind on numerous occasions. Somewhere the memory of that picture I took of him on the funky Naugahyde couch opposite my desk reminds me of the time when two phones rang simultaneously and I froze in his gaze as he softly said, "Breathe."

Visit TRICYCLE'S review of Crowded by Beauty, here

We'll breathe together, then share our gibberish on October 1. 

Impossible gibberish no one
Can understand, let alone believe;
Still, I try, I insist, I can
Say it and persuade you
That the knowledge is there that the
     revelation
Is yours.  --Philip Whalen



LATE COMING


A motion of sensors
To what is unsay able
All ears to penetrate
The vagaries
Such auguries of mystery
For which there is no name
Sounds sprung
A reaching out
A coming home
Never too late
This discovery

Jacqueline Gens
9.29.16

REVISED VERSION 


LATE COMING
Motion of sensors
To what is unsay able
All ears penetrate
Auguries of mystery
For which there is no name
Seed Sounds tremble
Reaching out
Coming home
Never too late
This discovery

Jacqueline Gens
9.29.16 revised 7/7/2017



Saturday, August 06, 2016

A New Poem by Louise Landes Levi




in the aura of the other,
slow the rivers dwell,
where your illumination brings my
head to swell in vision , in the
aura
of the others


wet winds & water pure 
all the pain I did I
endure, 4 You
4 you 4 you, 


in the aura of the other,
where all things good & evil
grow, in the aura of the other
where the river Lythe
does moan & flow,


in the aura of the other,
where I meet you
fresh again, in the aura
of the other, bed no lo no lo.

in the aura of the other mask
the death the taste of rain


in th aura of the other, bright
the friend whose sun doth
shine on my desire, in
the aura of fire, in
the aura of
rain.



Visit a Review of CRAZY LOUISE at Big Bridge