Blast of Past: “1990” was my signature poem for that decade, you could say, & this audio version that’s surfaced must have been from right around the time it was written — interesting to see how the poem evolved into the print version in THE COLLECT CALL OF THE WILD. The performance style is also 100% rant. Make that 1000%!

MICROPHONE

Hear ye! Hear me!
(No way not to hear me)
Electric drill surge through the wax
Of your brain
A crow
Sits on your shoulder, Pirate
Whispering my poems
Don’t let this poem die here
Next line is silence

MICROPHONE

Hear ye! Hear me!

(No way not to hear me)

Electric drill surge through the wax

Of your brain

A crow

Sits on your shoulder, Pirate

Whispering my poems

Don’t let this poem die here

Next line is silence

On bedside table: Artists For Democracy: El Archivo de Cecilia Vicuñia. Even though I’ve known Cecilia, one of our truly great poets/performers/artists, for over 20 years, her early history as a radical in Chile has always seemed more myth than history. But here it is, beautifully documented, footnoted, Truth — how her book of love poems was banned and became a centerpiece for the revolution, how her art developed was part of actual demonstrations, how Cecilia remains a guerrilla poet of spirit, joy and wisdom, makes a compelling story.

On bedside table: Artists For Democracy: El Archivo de Cecilia Vicuñia. Even though I’ve known Cecilia, one of our truly great poets/performers/artists, for over 20 years, her early history as a radical in Chile has always seemed more myth than history. But here it is, beautifully documented, footnoted, Truth — how her book of love poems was banned and became a centerpiece for the revolution, how her art developed was part of actual demonstrations, how Cecilia remains a guerrilla poet of spirit, joy and wisdom, makes a compelling story.

2 or 3 nights runningyellow green dim tobacco shopt-shirts, rain, hairstair leads both waysarms inflect raking pullinglips to say linoleum deliriousnaked smoke the languageof kiss tear desire

2 or 3 nights running
yellow green dim tobacco shop
t-shirts, rain, hair
stair leads both ways
arms inflect raking pulling
lips to say linoleum delirious
naked smoke the language
of kiss tear desire

One section of “The Unspoken Word” are dance poems, including three written for Molissa Fenley. Here’s a piece of one: 

A spot where you can changeThe effortless Groucho and the slow Hangman’s Walk into the mirrorO! birds of heavenly delight, Tweet your polyrhythmic antiphonal strophe down on me!A foal jumps, like on TV. The hands placed over the head – a shaking leaf. When it’s pure dance it’s pure faith in the balletic leap twirl right Outta there. Like a kid on a mission

One section of “The Unspoken Word” are dance poems, including three written for Molissa Fenley. Here’s a piece of one: 

A spot where you can change
The effortless Groucho and the slow Hangman’s Walk into the mirror
O! birds of heavenly delight, Tweet your polyrhythmic antiphonal strophe down on me!
A foal jumps, like on TV. The hands placed over the head – a shaking leaf. 
When it’s pure dance it’s pure faith in the balletic leap twirl right 
Outta there. Like a kid on a mission

Language Matters because the language that your great-grandmother sang to yr granny is still part of your DNA. Language Matters because it’s how we understand the world.. Language Matters because how we say things tells us who we are. Language Matters because how we talk is more who we are than what we look like. Watch “Language Matters w/ Bob Holman” on PBS. January, 2015.