Showing posts with label Bernadette Mayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bernadette Mayer. Show all posts

Monday, October 27, 2025

BERNADETTE MAYER ~

 




Essay


I guess it’s too late to live on the farm I guess it’s too late to move to a farm I guess it’s too late to start farming I guess it’s too late to begin farming I guess we’ll never have a farm I guess we’re too old to do farming I guess we couldn’t afford to buy a farm anyway I guess we’re not suited to being farmers I guess we’ll never have a farm now I guess farming is not in the cards now I guess Lewis wouldn’t make a good farmer I guess I can’t expect we’ll ever have a farm now I guess I’ll have to give up all my dreams of being a farmer I guess I’ll never be a farmer now We couldn’t get a farm anyway though Allen Ginsberg got one late in life Maybe someday I’ll have a big garden I guess farming is really out Feeding the pigs and the chickens, walking between miles of rows of crops I guess farming is just too difficult We’ll never have a farm Too much work and still to be poets Who are the farmer poets Was there ever a poet who had a self-sufficient farm Flannery O’Connor raised peacocks And Wendell Berry has a farm Faulkner may have farmed a little And Robert Frost had farmland And someone told me Samuel Beckett farmed Very few poets are real farmers If William Carlos Williams could be a doctor and Charlie Vermont too, Why not a poet who was also a farmer Of course there was Brook Farm And Virgil raised bees Perhaps some poets of the past were overseers of farmers I guess poets tend to live more momentarily Than life on a farm would allow You could never leave the farm to give a reading Or to go to a lecture by Emerson in Concord I don’t want to be a farmer but my mother was right I should never have tried to rise out of the proletariat Unless I can convince myself as Satan argues with Eve That we are among a proletariat of poets of all the classes Each ill-paid and surviving on nothing Or on as little as one needs to survive Steadfast as any farmer and fixed as the stars Tenants of a vision we rent out endlessly



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Bernadette Mayer

The Golden Book of Words

New Directions 2025

originally published by Angel Hair Books, 1978




Wednesday, April 24, 2013

WOODBURNERS WE RECOMMEND ~










We used to call them "Woodburners"
 meaning not to burn (hardly)
 but burn with & within and stay warm by. . .
like sugar maple, beech, oak, yellow birch, ash


BOOKS! MUSIC! FILM!
 

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Clifford Burke. Dream Confluence, Love Poems for Gibi 
 Desert Rose Press


John Currin
Gagosian Gallery


Dancing Around the Bride: Cage, Cunningham, Johns, Rauschenberg, and Duchamp
edited by Basualdo and Battle
Yale
 

Lydia Davis and Eliot Weinberger, Two American Scenes
New Directions 


Susan Howe, Sorting Facts: Or, 19 Ways of Looking at Maker, 
New Directions Poetry Pamphlet # 3


A Thousand Thousand Fireflies Never Equal Zero
George Kalamaras, Omowale-Ketu Oladuwa, Michael F. Patterson
Midnight Lamp Records


Sylvia Legris, Pneumatic Antiphonal
New Directions


Rebecca Lepkoff photographs, Life on the Lower East Side. 1937-1950. 
Peter E. Dans and Suzanne Wasserman


Bernadette Mayer. The Helens of Troy, NY. 
New Directions 


Lorine Niedecker, Lake Superior 
 Lorine Niedecker’s Poem and Journal, Along with Other Sources, Documents and Readings Wave Books 


Octavio Paz, The Poems of Octavio Paz
 Edited and translated by Eliot Weinberger
 New Directions





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