POETS WHO SLEEP #45 ~

P O E T S     W H O     S L E E P

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                                           drawn & scribed by Bob Arnold

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CONSTANCE DEMBY ~

 

CONSTANCE   DEMBY

1939 ~ 2021

ENCOUNTERS w/ RICHARD K. NELSON (RADIO) ~

 

L I S T E N

(Liz McKenzie photo/KCAW)

JANINE POMMY VEGA ~ POEMS TO FERNANDO ~

 

Janine Pommy Vega (1942-2010) was born February 5 in Jersey City and grew up in Union City, N.J., the middle sibling of three. She graduated from high school as class valedictorian in 1960 and had already become intimate with major players in the Beat Generation. Gregory Corso became her liaison to life-long-friends Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky, who became her lover. She remembers as a teenager meeting Jack Kerouac asleep under a table. Her life as a poet, teacher and traveler was forever a spiritual quest for transcendence which originally took her on the road at age sixteen to New York’s Lower East Side, later a marriage and early widowhood to the Peruvian painter Fernando Vega, who died of a heroin overdose in Ibiza, Spain in 1965. Her first book of poems Poems to Fernando was one of the earliest Pocket Poets (#22) by a woman author published by City Lights Books in 1968. Her posthumous book Janina would document this restless time period for the poet between Europe, the Middle East and America. By the early 1970s Janine would spend two years as a hermit on the Isla del Sol on Lake Titicaca in Bolivia. Her prose book Tracking the Serpent has been described as a feminist “On the Road” journeying with the poet on her visits in the 1980s to matriarchal worship sites in Ireland, England, France, Nepal and the Amazon. She trained herself to become a skilled hiker throughout the Catskill Mountains which was her primary dwelling for the last forty years of her life. A devoted teacher and activist for the rights of prisoners and children, Janine made her name and legend in the New York prisons and school system. The last ten years of her life were tough, a struggle with many medical maladies, but the poet persisted, reading her poetry to the public, often with music, wherever invited. Janine Pommy Vega died of a heart attack at her home in Willow, New York on December 23, 2010.

                                                                                                    

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Janine Pommy Vega

Poems to Fernando

Longhouse, 2021

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POETS WHO SLEEP #44 ~

P O E T S     W H O     S L E E P

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GERRY LOOSE, UNFINISHED ~

 

There is nothing "unfinished" about

this hut, or this book —

it's up off the ground

the door opens and closes

the rain barrel is in place

the windows look out

the roof is on

the book is built

masterfully, quietly,

the two are there

(there's work to be done

the "unfinished" part)

waiting for you

[ BA ]

PlaySpace Publications

Scotland

2021

R E A D     M O R E

photo above ~

Morven Gregor & Gerry Loose

at home

TOMAS TRANSTROMER ~

 

April and Silence

Spring lies deserted.

The velvet-dark ditch

crawls by my side

without reflections.

All that shine

are yellow flowers.

I'm carried in my shadow

like a violin

in its black case.

The only thing I want to say

gleams out of reach

like the silver

in a pawnshop.

Landscape with Suns

The sun emerges from behind the house

stands in the middle of the street

and breathes on us

with its red wind.

Innsbruck I must leave you.

But tomorrow

there will be a glowing sun

in the gray, half-dead forest

where we must work and live.

The Light Streams In

Outside the window, the long beast of spring

the transparent dragon of sunlight

rushes past like an endless

commuter train — we never caught a glimpse of

its head.

The beach houses moving sideways

they are proud as crabs.

The sun makes the statues blink.

The sea of fire rages out in space

becomes a soft touch on the earth.

The countdown has begun.

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Tomas Transtromer

The Sorrow Gondola

translated by Michael McGriff & Mikaela Grassel

Green Integer, 2010

visiting more of the tiny books,

ever gems, and typing up these

handful of the fine Swedish poet's

poems during the day of the insurrection

(January 6, 2021) on the nation's capitol 

where at least one person has been killed, 

and as will be said for years and years — 

if this mob had been BLM activists, or peaceful activists —

instead of a mostly white sedition army who broke

into the capitol and ran amok — there would 

have been mass bloodshed. Idiots first.

[ BA ]

FRED HERZOG ~

 

F R E D     H E R Z O G

I could

look at

Herzog

Leiter

Eggleston

day in

day out

BALANCE ( CHINA ) ~

 

steady

JONATHAN GREENE ~

Fishing

At times, taking the hook out,

before releasing back into the water

caught eyeing one another

in their different worlds.

A False Continuity

Seeming to me now.

I have been so many selves

unrelated one to another

though covered by the same name

and birth date, incidental facts,

dental records. More than inner self.

No sole soul, not even

look-alikes, now shrinking back

in height, adding weight.

Hard to explain this,

how now, looking back,

these selves do not know

one another.

Buddhist Scholars On Silence

Silence

so precious

they can't stop

talking about it.

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Jonathan Greene

Ebb & Flow

Broadstone, Kentucky

2021

POETS WHO SLEEP #43 ~

 

P O E T S     W H O     S L E E P

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                                           drawn & scribed by Bob Arnold

The complete series to date ~ please link here

AFTER A LONG WINTER — RIDE!

 

hang on!