Wednesday, May 9, 2012

EARTH ~







Epistle to the Ecotopians
By Ernest Callenbach

[This document was found on the computer of Ecotopia author Ernest Callenbach (1929-2012) after his death.]

To all brothers and sisters who hold the dream in their hearts of a future world in which humans and all other beings live in harmony and mutual support -- a world of sustainability, stability, and confidence. A world something like the one I described, so long ago, in Ecotopia and Ecotopia Emerging.

As I survey my life, which is coming near its end, I want to set down a few thoughts that might be useful to those coming after. It will soon be time for me to give back to Gaia the nutrients that I have used during a long, busy, and happy life. I am not bitter or resentful at the approaching end; I have been one of the extraordinarily lucky ones. So it behooves me here to gather together some thoughts and attitudes that may prove useful in the dark times we are facing: a century or more of exceedingly difficult times.

How will those who survive manage it? What can we teach our friends, our children, our communities? Although we may not be capable of changing history, how can we equip ourselves to survive it?

I contemplate these questions in the full consciousness of my own mortality. Being offered an actual number of likely months to live, even though the estimate is uncertain, mightily focuses the mind. On personal things, of course, on loved ones and even loved things, but also on the Big Picture.

But let us begin with last things first, for a change. The analysis will come later, for those who wish it.

Hope. Children exude hope, even under the most terrible conditions, and that must inspire us as our conditions get worse. Hopeful patients recover better. Hopeful test candidates score better. Hopeful builders construct better buildings. Hopeful parents produce secure and resilient children. In groups, an atmosphere of hope is essential to shared successful effort: “Yes, we can!” is not an empty slogan, but a mantra for people who intend to do something together -- whether it is rescuing victims of hurricanes, rebuilding flood-damaged buildings on higher ground, helping wounded people through first aid, or inventing new social structures (perhaps one in which only people are “persons,” not corporations). We cannot know what threats we will face. But ingenuity against adversity is one of our species’ built-in resources. We cope, and faith in our coping capacity is perhaps our biggest resource of all.

Mutual support. The people who do best at basic survival tasks (we know this experimentally, as well as intuitively) are cooperative, good at teamwork, often altruistic, mindful of the common good. In drastic emergencies like hurricanes or earthquakes, people surprise us by their sacrifices -- of food, of shelter, even sometimes of life itself. Those who survive social or economic collapse, or wars, or pandemics, or starvation, will be those who manage scarce resources fairly; hoarders and dominators win only in the short run, and end up dead, exiled, or friendless. So, in every way we can we need to help each other, and our children, learn to be cooperative rather than competitive; to be helpful rather than hurtful; to look out for the communities of which we are a part, and on which we ultimately depend.

Practical skills. With the movement into cities of the U.S. population, and much of the rest of the world’s people, we have had a massive de-skilling in how to do practical tasks. When I was a boy in the country, all of us knew how to build a tree house, or construct a small hut, or raise chickens, or grow beans, or screw pipes together to deliver water. It was a sexist world, of course, so when some of my chums in eighth grade said we wanted to learn girls’ “home ec” skills like making bread or boiling eggs, the teachers were shocked, but we got to do it. There was widespread competence in fixing things -- impossible with most modern contrivances, of course, but still reasonable for the basic tools of survival: pots and pans, bicycles, quilts, tents, storage boxes.

We all need to learn, or relearn, how we would keep the rudiments of life going if there were no paid specialists around, or means to pay them. Every child should learn elementary carpentry, from layout and sawing to driving nails. Everybody should know how to chop wood safely, and build a fire. Everybody should know what to do if dangers appear from fire, flood, electric wires down, and the like. Taking care of each other is one practical step at a time, most of them requiring help from at least one other person; survival is a team sport.

Organize. Much of the American ideology, our shared and usually unspoken assumptions, is hyper-individualistic. We like to imagine that heroes are solitary, have super powers, and glory in violence, and that if our work lives and business lives seem tamer, underneath they are still struggles red in blood and claw. We have sought solitude on the prairies, as cowboys on the range, in our dependence on media (rather than real people), and even in our cars, armored cabins of solitude. We have an uneasy and doubting attitude about government, as if we all reserve the right to be outlaws. But of course human society, like ecological webs, is a complex dance of mutual support and restraint, and if we are lucky it operates by laws openly arrived at and approved by the populace.

If the teetering structure of corporate domination, with its monetary control of Congress and our other institutions, should collapse of its own greed, and the government be unable to rescue it, we will have to reorganize a government that suits the people. We will have to know how to organize groups, how to compromise with other groups, how to argue in public for our positions. It turns out that “brainstorming,” a totally noncritical process in which people just throw out ideas wildly, doesn’t produce workable ideas. In particular, it doesn’t work as well as groups in which ideas are proposed, critiqued, improved, debated. But like any group process, this must be protected from domination by powerful people and also over-talkative people. When the group recognizes its group power, it can limit these distortions. Thinking together is enormously creative; it has huge survival value.

Learn to live with contradictions. These are dark times, these are bright times. We are implacably making the planet less habitable. Every time a new oil field is discovered, the press cheers: “Hooray, there is more fuel for the self-destroying machines!” We are turning more land into deserts and parking lots. We are wiping out innumerable species that are not only wondrous and beautiful, but might be useful to us. We are multiplying to the point where our needs and our wastes outweigh the capacities of the biosphere to produce and absorb them. And yet, despite the bloody headlines and the rocketing military budgets, we are also, unbelievably, killing fewer of each other proportionately than in earlier centuries. We have mobilized enormous global intelligence and mutual curiosity, through the Internet and outside it. We have even evolved, spottily, a global understanding that democracy is better than tyranny, that love and tolerance are better than hate, that hope is better than rage and despair, that we are prone, especially in catastrophes, to be astonishingly helpful and cooperative.

We may even have begun to share an understanding that while the dark times may continue for generations, in time new growth and regeneration will begin. In the biological process called “succession,” a desolate, disturbed area is gradually, by a predictable sequence of returning plants, restored to ecological continuity and durability. When old institutions and habits break down or consume themselves, new experimental shoots begin to appear, and people explore and test and share new and better ways to survive together.

It is never easy or simple. But already we see, under the crumbling surface of the conventional world, promising developments: new ways of organizing economic activity (cooperatives, worker-owned companies, nonprofits, trusts), new ways of using low-impact technology to capture solar energy, to sequester carbon dioxide, new ways of building compact, congenial cities that are low (or even self-sufficient) in energy use, low in waste production, high in recycling of almost everything. A vision of sustainability that sometimes shockingly resembles Ecotopia is tremulously coming into existence at the hands of people who never heard of the book.

___________________

Now in principle, the Big Picture seems simple enough, though devilishly complex in the details. We live in the declining years of what is still the biggest economy in the world, where a looter elite has fastened itself upon the decaying carcass of the empire. It is intent on speedily and relentlessly extracting the maximum wealth from that carcass, impoverishing our former working middle class. But this maggot class does not invest its profits here. By law and by stock-market pressures, corporations must seek their highest possible profits, no matter the social or national consequences -- which means moving capital and resources abroad, wherever profit potential is larger. As Karl Marx darkly remarked, “Capital has no country,” and in the conditions of globalization his meaning has come clear.

The looter elite systematically exports jobs, skills, knowledge, technology, retaining at home chiefly financial manipulation expertise: highly profitable, but not of actual productive value. Through “productivity gains” and speedups, it extracts maximum profit from domestic employees; then, firing the surplus, it claims surprise that the great mass of people lack purchasing power to buy up what the economy can still produce (or import).

Here again Marx had a telling phrase: “Crisis of under-consumption.” When you maximize unemployment and depress wages, people have to cut back. When they cut back, businesses they formerly supported have to shrink or fail, adding their own employees to the ranks of the jobless, and depressing wages still further. End result: something like Mexico, where a small, filthy rich plutocracy rules over an impoverished mass of desperate, uneducated, and hopeless people.

Barring unprecedented revolutionary pressures, this is the actual future we face in the United States, too. As we know from history, such societies can stand a long time, supported by police and military control, manipulation of media, surveillance and dirty tricks of all kinds. It seems likely that a few parts of the world (Germany, with its worker-council variant of capitalism, New Zealand with its relative equality, Japan with its social solidarity, and some others) will remain fairly democratic.

The U.S., which has a long history of violent plutocratic rule unknown to the textbook-fed, will stand out as the best-armed Third World country, its population ill-fed, ill-housed, ill-educated, ill-cared for in health, and increasingly poverty-stricken: even Social Security may be whittled down, impoverishing tens of millions of the elderly.

As empires decline, their leaders become increasingly incompetent -- petulant, ignorant, gifted only with PR skills of posturing and spinning, and prone to the appointment of loyal idiots to important government positions. Comedy thrives; indeed writers are hardly needed to invent outrageous events.

We live, then, in a dark time here on our tiny precious planet. Ecological devastation, political and economic collapse, irreconcilable ideological and religious conflict, poverty, famine: the end of the overshoot of cheap-oil-based consumer capitalist expansionism.

If you don’t know where you’ve been, you have small chance of understanding where you might be headed. So let me offer a capsule history for those who, like most of us, got little help from textbook history.

At 82, my life has included a surprisingly substantial slice of American history. In the century or so up until my boyhood in Appalachian central Pennsylvania, the vast majority of Americans subsisted as farmers on the land. Most, like people elsewhere in the world, were poor, barely literate, ill-informed, short-lived. Millions had been slaves. Meanwhile in the cities, vast immigrant armies were mobilized by ruthless and often violent “robber baron” capitalists to build vast industries that made things: steel, railroads, ships, cars, skyscrapers.

Then, when I was in grade school, came World War II. America built the greatest armaments industry the world had ever seen, and when the war ended with most other industrial countries in ruins, we had a run of unprecedented productivity and prosperity. Thanks to strong unions and a sympathetic government, this prosperity was widely shared: a huge working middle class evolved -- tens of millions of people could afford (on one wage) a modest house, a car, perhaps sending a child to college. This era peaked around 1973, when wages stagnated, the Vietnam War took a terrible toll in blood and money, and the country began sliding rightward.

In the next epoch, which we are still in and which may be our last as a great nation, capitalists who grew rich and powerful by making things gave way to a new breed: financiers who grasped that you could make even more money by manipulating money. (And by persuading Congress to subsidize them -- the system should have been called Subsidism, not Capitalism.) They had no concern for the productivity of the nation or the welfare of its people; with religious fervor, they believed in maximizing profit as the absolute economic goal. They recognized that, by capturing the government through the election finance system and removing government regulation, they could turn the financial system into a giant casino.

Little by little, they hollowed the country out, until it was helplessly dependent on other nations for almost all its necessities. We had to import significant steel components from China or Japan. We came to pay for our oil imports by exporting food (i.e., our soil). Our media and our educational system withered. Our wars became chronic and endless and stupefyingly expensive. Our diets became suicidal, and our medical system faltered; life expectancies began to fall.

And so we have returned, in a sort of terrible circle, to something like my boyhood years, when President Roosevelt spoke in anger of “one third of a nation ill-housed, ill-fed, ill-clothed.” A large and militant contingent of white, mostly elderly, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant right wingers, mortally threatened by their impending minority status and pretending to be liberty-lovers, desperately seek to return us still further back.

Americans like to think of ours as an exceptional country, immune through geographical isolation and some kind of special virtue to the tides of history. Through the distorted lens of our corporate media, we possess only a distorted view of what the country is really like now. In the next decades, we shall see whether we indeed possess the intelligence, the strength, and the mutual courage to break through to another positive era.

No futurist can foresee the possibilities. As empires decay, their civilian leaderships become increasingly crazed, corrupt, and incompetent, and often the military (which is after all a parasite of the whole nation, and has no independent financial base like the looter class) takes over. Another possible scenario is that if the theocratic red center of the country prevails in Washington, the relatively progressive and prosperous coastal areas will secede in self-defense.

Ecotopia is a novel, and secession was its dominant metaphor: how would a relatively rational part of the country save itself ecologically if it was on its own? As Ecotopia Emerging puts it, Ecotopia aspired to be a beacon for the rest of the world. And so it may prove, in the very, very long run, because the general outlines of Ecotopia are those of any possible future sustainable society.

The "ecology in one country" argument was an echo of an actual early Soviet argument, as to whether "socialism in one country" was possible. In both cases, it now seems to me, the answer must be no. We are now fatally interconnected, in climate change, ocean impoverishment, agricultural soil loss, etc., etc., etc. International consumer capitalism is a self-destroying machine, and as long as it remains the dominant social form, we are headed for catastrophe; indeed, like rafters first entering the "tongue" of a great rapid, we are already embarked on it.

When disasters strike and institutions falter, as at the end of empires, it does not mean that the buildings all fall down and everybody dies. Life goes on, and in particular, the remaining people fashion new institutions that they hope will better ensure their survival.

So I look to a long-term process of "succession," as the biological concept has it, where "disturbances" kill off an ecosystem, but little by little new plants colonize the devastated area, prepare the soil for larger and more complex plants (and the other beings who depend on them), and finally the process achieves a flourishing, resilient, complex state -- not necessarily what was there before, but durable and richly productive. In a similar way, experiments under way now, all over the world, are exploring how sustainability can in fact be achieved locally. Technically, socially, economically -- since it is quite true, as ecologists know, that everything is connected to everything else, and you can never just do one thing by itself.

Since I wrote Ecotopia, I have become less confident of humans' political ability to act on commonsense, shared values. Our era has become one of spectacular polarization, with folly multiplying on every hand. That is the way empires crumble: they are taken over by looter elites, who sooner or later cause collapse. But then new games become possible, and with luck Ecotopia might be among them.

Humans tend to try to manage things: land, structures, even rivers. We spend enormous amounts of time, energy, and treasure in imposing our will on nature, on preexisting or inherited structures, dreaming of permanent solutions, monuments to our ambitions and dreams. But in periods of slack, decline, or collapse, our abilities no longer suffice for all this management. We have to let things go.

All things “go” somewhere: they evolve, with or without us, into new forms. So as the decades pass, we should try not always to futilely fight these transformations. As the Japanese know, there is much unnoticed beauty in wabi-sabi -- the old, the worn, the tumble-down, those things beginning their transformation into something else. We can embrace this process of devolution: embellish it when strength avails, learn to love it.

There is beauty in weathered and unpainted wood, in orchards overgrown, even in abandoned cars being incorporated into the earth. Let us learn, like the Forest Service sometimes does, to put unwise or unneeded roads “to bed,” help a little in the healing of the natural contours, the re-vegetation by native plants. Let us embrace decay, for it is the source of all new life and growth.

Ernest Callenbach, author of the classic environmental novel Ecotopia among other works, founded and edited the internationally known journal Film Quarterly. He died at 83 on April 16th, leaving behind this document on his computer.

Copyright Ernest Callenbach 2012



and more from Wikipedia:

Ernest Callenbach (April 3, 1929 – April 16, 2012) was an American writer and simple living adherent.[1]


Born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, he attended the University of Chicago, where he was drawn into the then 'new wave' of serious attention to film as an art form. After six months in Paris at the Sorbonne, watching four films a day, he returned to Chicago and earned a Master’s degree in English and Communications.

Callenbach then moved to California. From 1955 to 1991, he was on the staff of the University of California Press (Berkeley). A general copywriter for a number of years, he edited the Press's Film Quarterly from 1958 until 1991. He also occasionally taught film courses at U.C. and at San Francisco State University.

For many years Callenbach edited the Natural History Guides at the U.C. Press. He began to take environmental issues and their connections to human value systems, social patterns, and lifestyles just as seriously as he had taken film. He was heavily influenced by Edward Abbey. He is therefore known as an author of green books, namely as author of the ecological utopias Ecotopia (1975) and Ecotopia Emerging (1981). (While his novel popularized the term "ecotopia," it was actually coined by the ethnographer E. L. Anderson.)

In terms of concepts of human involvement with the ecology, as well as some of the economic and social concepts, the Ecotopia books are related to what is known as the sustainability movement. Callenbach’s Ecotopian concept is not "Luddite" — he does not reject high technology, but rather his fictional society shows a conscious selectivity about technology. As an example, with its emphasis on personal rather than impersonal interaction, Callenbach’s Ecotopian society anticipates the development and liberal usage of videoconferencing.

Indeed, for all his involvement with print publications, Callenbach remained quite interested in visual media. Aspects of his book Ecotopia in some ways anticipated "reality TV" — which emerged into recognition, and was given a label as a genre, 20 or more years later — because in the story the daily life of the legislature and some of that of the judicial courts is televised in this fictional society, and televised debates (including technical debates concerning ecological problems) met a need and desire among citizens.

Callenbach has been a part of the circle of West Coast technologists, architects, social thinkers, and scientists which has included such luminaries as Ursula K. Le Guin, Starhawk (Miriam Simos), Sim Van der Ryn, Peter Calthorpe, Stewart Brand, Kevin Kelly, J. Baldwin, and John Todd. As with a number of these others, he has been a speaker, discussion panellist, and essayist.

Recently, Callenbach has introduced the story of a real-world community movement in Japan that is reminiscent, in its aims and practices, of his Ecotopian society. He visited Japan and investigated the Yamagishi movement. It encompasses some three dozen intentional communities founded on the same underlying principles: living an ecologically based integration of people with agriculture (pig, cattle, and chicken livestock rasing, and organic-vegetable and fruit farming), and living a social life based on principles of democracy, mutual understanding, support, and health. Each individual settlement is referred to as jikkenji (‘demonstration community for the world’).

In 2009, Callenbach was awarded an honorary doctorate by the University of Freiburg.[2] Freiburg is noted for its renewable energy industry and has been called a "green utopia".[3]



Further reading and a Must:

http://www.planetdrum.org/









Tuesday, May 8, 2012

EARTH ~






Happy Birthday Gary Snyder 8 May 1930





WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE





Farewell Maurice Sendak
(June 10, 1928 – May 8, 2012)



Last year Mr. Sendak told Emma Brockes, a reporter for The Guardian, who asked him about electronic books: “I hate them. It’s like making believe there’s another kind of sex. There isn’t another kind of sex. There isn’t another kind of book! A book is a book is a book.”

(New York Times, May 8, 2012)




candles





EARTH ~





Robert Sund









FEBRUARY 27, 1978


After staying up late
at Lyle's
--------rice & spinach
----sourdough
hot coffee
stories strung together
----in the night,
I went home to
light a fire in my stove.



A long time since I was here.
I open the door —
moonlight on the floor
-----like a silver plate at a feast!
I strike a match
light the lamp,
and look around.
My house looks at me
-----surprised.
My bed,
my table and chair,
the stove,
the cedar walls.
Everything looks
---------surprised and
-----speechless at me.







[ please click image to enlarge ]




JANUARY 1, 1984



It snowed last
-----night while everyone slept.
In the clear sky and sunlight
ten miles away
---------the foothills take
-----one white step
-------------into the mountains.





There is only a handful of this edition printed (I believe 350 books) so row swiftly to catch your copy. Sund's "journals" were complete and exquisite poems, and this collection, netted by two of his friends, the poets Tim McNulty and Glenn Hughes, shows the same polish and gleam of Sund's earlier and seminal collection of poems Ish River. Not to be without.

http://www.pleasureboatstudio.com/


see also:
http://www.robertsundpoetshouse.org/bio.cfm

Photograph of Robert Sund courtesy of Mary Randlett




Monday, May 7, 2012

EARTH ~
( Danny Lyon )






[ please tap each image to enlarge ]








dedicated to Kim Dorman








LUNAR ~







From Longhouse
9:35 PM
river, peepers, blackness
about to dissolve into moonwash
by midnight
Moon at perigee — closest to the earth — and full moon

~the night before, Venus
'northernmost for many centuries'





once in vermont films
film © bob arnold





Sunday, May 6, 2012

SINGING ~









The Man I Love by Ella Fitzgerald on Grooveshark







photo © bob arnold




Saturday, May 5, 2012

EARTH ~
( tsunami )




"About 95% will probably never come ashore and is destined for that massive swirl of floating plastic known as the north Pacific garbage patch."



EARTH ~





Bald Eagle



EARTH ~
( Anna Schuleit )






Friday, May 4, 2012

EARTH ~





XI CHUAN



Somebody



spring stays inside the hat
autumn stays inside the blouse
morning stays on the treetops
evening stays in the shithole


the barren mountain stays on the barren mountain
jadeite water stays in the teapot
the mansion stays on the map
the poor stay in the gutter


three pounds of ink stay in the intestines
fifty grams of sweat stay in the bloodstream
spit stays outside the stone
foul language stays on ivory


red stays on a red face
white stays on a white face
fragrant and sweet stay on lips
salty and spicy stay on chopsticks


scorn stays west of the left ventricle
remorse stays east of the pubis
desire stays in front of the dick
exhaustion stays on the eyelid


sickness stays in the palm of the quack
heartache stays on the shoulders of foxes
life-snatching lightning stays on top of the head
a pair of worn-out shoes stays on the roof


soap stays at the edge of the sky
dogshit stays in the flowers
ghosts stay on the bench
shadows stay beside the wineglass


emptiness stays in the mirror
wind stays on the flame
The Compendium of Classical Prose stays under the menu
the Emperor stays on TV


stammering and sputtering stay in the spittoon
being of two minds stays on the chessboard
chivalry and gallantry stay in the dust
all's well that ends well stays on the pillow







What the Tang Did Not Have



All products of modernity aside, the Tang didn't have, well, let's count:
in the Tang there wasn't this, in the Tang there wasn't that, uh, in the
Tang there weren't any Thinkers! In the Tang there were emperors
and beautiful ladies and palaces and armies and officials, there were
astrologers and the moon and the clouds and poets and minstrels and
dancers, there were drunkards and hookers and revolts and stray dogs
and wilderness and ice storms, there were the poor and the illiterate
and national exams and nepotism. . . but in the Tang there were no
Thinkers. How could that be? With no Thinkers, there could be jade
and gold splendors: without Thinkers, everyone was worry-free, espe-
cially the Emperor. Free to play. In the Tang they played up the great
Tang, poets played up their great poems (only after the middle of the
dynasty did poets start to furrow their brows). In the Tang there were so
many poets, it was as if before the Tang there hadn't been any! Not that
in the Tang they thought that poets could take the place of Thinkers,
only there really weren't any Thinkers in the Tang. For anyone now
who dreams of taking us back, let me just warm you: prepare your
thoughts — either give us a second Tang dynasty without any Thinkers,
or give us something that isn't the Tang.




___________________





XI CHUAN

translated by Lucas Klein
from Notes on the Mosquito
selected poems
(New Directions 2012)







Thursday, May 3, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ~





Pete Seeger



Please repeat after me:

"Happy Birthday, Pete Seeger!"

Can be said in a whisper, too ~

When someone reaches 93

as Pete Seeger has today

& for everything he's given to the world

It's a gift to give back thanks




Where Have All The Flowers Gone? [Album Version] by Pete Seeger on Grooveshark





a synopsis from the folks at Wikipedia:

Peter "Pete" Seeger (born May 3, 1919) is an American folk singer and an iconic figure in the mid-20th century American folk music revival.[1] A fixture on nationwide radio in the 1940s, he also had a string of hit records during the early 1950s as a member of The Weavers, most notably their recording of Lead Belly's "Goodnight, Irene", which topped the charts for 13 weeks in 1950.[2] Members of The Weavers were blacklisted during the McCarthy Era. In the 1960s, he re-emerged on the public scene as a prominent singer of protest music in support of international disarmament, civil rights, and environmental causes.

As a song writer, he is best known as the author or co-author of "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?", "If I Had a Hammer (The Hammer Song)", (composed with Lee Hays of The Weavers), and "Turn, Turn, Turn!", which have been recorded by many artists both in and outside the folk revival movement and are still sung throughout the world. "Flowers" was a hit recording for The Kingston Trio (1962), Marlene Dietrich, who recorded it in English, German and French (1962), and Johnny Rivers (1965). "If I Had a Hammer" was a hit for Peter, Paul & Mary (1962) and Trini Lopez (1963), while The Byrds popularized "Turn, Turn, Turn!" in the mid-1960s, as did Judy Collins in 1964, and The Seekers in 1966. Seeger was one of the folksingers most responsible for popularizing the spiritual "We Shall Overcome" (also recorded by Joan Baez and many other singer-activists) that became the acknowledged anthem of the 1960s American Civil Rights Movement, soon after folk singer and activist Guy Carawan introduced it at the founding meeting of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) in 1960. In the PBS "American Masters" episode Pete Seeger: The Power of Song, Seeger states it was he who changed the lyric from the traditional "We will overcome" to the more singable "We shall overcome".








Wednesday, May 2, 2012

LOVE ALCHEMY ~
( May Day after )




Lenore Kandel


Lenore Kandel's Collected Poems of Lenore Kandel is now out from North Atlantic Books, who have already shown their magnificent gift at releasing large, exquisite collections by Kenneth Irby, Gerrit Lansing, now Kandel, and in the works other poets in the San Francisco sphere.


Born in New York City in 1932, she passed away in San Francisco in 2009. Along with Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Timothy Leary and others, Kandel was a participant at the Human Be-In in the Golden Gate Park polo fields on January 14, 1967. The only woman to speak from the stage, Kandel defiantly read from The Love Book, her then notoriously banned short book of what she would call "holy erotica". It was her 35th birthday that day, and Michael McClure remembers, "The entire crowd of 20,000 or 30,000 people sang 'Happy Birthday' to her."


On May 10th in San Francisco, old friends, new friends, strangers and a family tribe will be singing to her again. If you're closeby, comeby ~








photo : isaac hernandez




Tuesday, May 1, 2012

PROFIT ~
( Mayish Day )







Stephen King


http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2012/04/30/stephen-king-tax-me-for-f-s-sake.html





I don't read much Stephen King — one or two, wait three! of the earliest books (Carrie, Cujo, Christine) but last year I read a short story of his aloud to Susan while the clothes were being washed in town. I see him as a real American kid. There's that comfort of being raised where he could develop a mischief (which I also had and I believe you had) and he refuses to grow up in all the right places. In other words, he's dangerous, the way Mark Twain liked them. He's also a good example of being rich and what one can do with the service to one's country. I love it he owns two radio stations and he lets them PLAY in Bangor Maine.

[letter to J.D. from Bob 2 May 2012]



EARTH ~
( May Day )






"EUDORA, Kan. — The sight is a familiar one along the dusty back roads of the Great Plains: an old roofless silo left to the elements along with decaying barns, chicken coops and stone homesteads.

Abandoned rural silos catch seeds and then protect fragile saplings from the prairie winds as they grow tall inside. A tree grows from within an old silo in Cleveland, Mo.

This is the landscape of rural abandonment that defines a region that has struggled with generations of exodus.

But increasingly there are unexpected signs of rebirth. Many of these decrepit silos, once used to store feed for livestock, now just hollow columns of cinder blocks, have through happenstance transformed into unlikely nurseries for trees."


Read More

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/30/us/amid-rural-decay-trees-take-root-in-silos.html?_r=1




Monday, April 30, 2012

EARTH ~





JAAN KAPLINSKI



ALL IN ONE

one in all

mind in body

the strange in the ordinary

the ordinary in the strange

a swarm of bees

in an old chest

in the loft

of an abandoned

farmhouse








MAY YOU BE

the mild soft

summer night

of my non-existent

childhood

covering me

with its huge

voiceless wings








EVERY UNDERSTANDING

comes in due time

your rough little cheeks

first snow

always

to someone

for the first

for someone

for the last

time








IF I MUST BE

at all then let

me be a tiny

fleeting

transparent

almost bodiless

mindless

nothing through

which can flow

the infinite

light of being

of becoming

Amitabha









INFINITE LIGHT

of the night where

the flowing world

becomes fleetingly transparent

and on my right

your breathing



we have been

so thirsty

so silent

we two together

on the seashore sometimes

in Saaremaa








THE WHITE VASE

on the white piano

glowing

through the blue

stream of dusk

that carries

me with

myself

with this house

this room

this you



I am ready

to go

to flow

it is good

like remembering

that I

have stored the matches

and firewood

for winter








A PURE AND BURNING

thirst for you

the greatest

deepest longing

gives your hand

into mine

between your two phrases

between two glances

the wind

rustles over the forest








LITTLE BY LITTLE

OUR DIRTY RIVER


flows itself clean

little by little

perhaps we too



manage

to take each other

by hand

back to the endless

purity of

this world

understanding

we have never

really left it








TODAY

forever

let me look

with your

gentle glance

through myself

through the twilight

that floods

our room

our world








JAAN KAPLINSKI
THE SAME SEA IN US ALL
Breitenbush Books, 1985

Translated from the Estonian
by the author and Sam Hamill


Sunday, April 29, 2012

EARTH ~






Pretty Boy Floyd




Born in Georgia, raised in Oklahoma, Charles Arthur "Pretty Boy" Floyd robbed banks. His range through the 1930s was in the Midwest and south central states. Following the death of John Dillinger in July 1934, "Pretty Boy" (he hated his nickname) was named Public Enemy Number 1.


In October Floyd's life would end when he was killed in an Ohio apple orchard by the police; the FBI were also in on the chase, led by the legendary lawman Melvin Purvis. The outlaw was 30 years old. A fellow Oklahoman, Woody Guthrie, wrote a terrific song to Floyd, and another northern midwestern boy is singing it here.





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