February172012
World’s First Poetry Murder Mystery Webseries
Check out the “World’s First Poetry Murder Mystery Webseries” w/ guest turns by Taylor Mead, John Giorno, Eileen Myles, Stacy Szymasek, Bill Kushner (as corpse), Sophie Holman (as Mystery Woman), Lamont Steptoe (Bad Guy), and starring Jon Sands and Angel Nafis. With Bob Holman as a batty Columbia professor (typecasting).
http://blog.koldcast.tv/2012/koldcast-news/famous-nyc-literary-haunts-take-a-virtual-trip/
12PM
On The Road Wrap Up
Did you miss ON THE ROAD WITH BOB HOLMAN on linktv.org? Don’t fret! Here are all three episodes!
Episode 1 (http://www.linktv.org/programs/on-the-road-episode-1) follows Father and Son griots Papa and Karamo Susso and is an exploration of the oral traditions of West… Africa, roots of the blues, jazz, hiphop — and a quest to visit African American Beat poet Ted Joans (1928-2003), who lived in Timbuktu.
Episiode 2 (http://www.linktv.org/programs/on-the-road-episode-2) is a travelogue, visiting the Tamasheks aka Tuaregs, the Sahara “Blue People,” and the Dogons, the renowned mask makers of Africa. The cinematography here is incredible — Beatriz Seigne, Lamont Steptoe and Karamo Susso all contributing extraordinary footage.
Episode 3 (http://www.linktv.org/programs/on-the-road-episode-3) is the most directly involved with endangered languages, this time through the lens of the languages of Israel — Hebrew, Yiddish, Ladino, and Arabic. Yiddish and Ladino are both endangered. Ram Devineni’s creating a video poem in the midst of this, the five-minute rendition of a story told by Yiddish storyteller Sarat, intercut with my visit to the Wailing Wall, is a highlight. The poem, “The Feeling,” was a selection at last year’s Zebra International Poetry Film Festival in Berlin.
February152012
Israel and the West Bank
The third episode of On The Road With Bob Holman, in which I travel to Israel, airs TONIGHT! Catch it here — http://www.linktv.org/programs/on-the-road-episode-3 — or check your local listings for showtimes; it’s airing on LinkTV, which is available on local cable channels, online, and on DirectTV channel 375 and Dish Network channel 9410. www.linktv.org.
Bob Holman is the host of a new travel series focused on endangered languages called ON THE ROAD WITH BOB HOLMAN on LINK TV. He traveled to West Africa, Middle East and Asia and these are his blog stories from his travels. More information at http://www.rattapallax.com/blog/on_the_road/
11AM
O dear Poet!
News, sad, sadder, saddest — Ide was one of a kind, original street poet, somehow institutionalizes with Ginsberg/Waldman/Sanders the incredible schule fuir dictung (Vienna school for poetry) as his own poetry becomes his Body, a gestural/sound letter by letter approach to Full Body Poetics, like nobody else. His “authorized Flowplayer” website is a marvel. O dear Poet!
This Poem Is One Letter
Praise Poem Ide Hintze now sing love
It is the letter IT{ide} which is eye 2
It is Ide my soul my pal my imp
Limp lamp lime times q plus x and lump x
He leaps on leprechaun
Stings bees backs
All balm honey all vinegar bend
O! olde schlag Vienna resolved: solve
It is on the River Tear of O
And it flows slow n’er stops v-v-v-v-v
Tear wilt palaver go, yellowing skin voice
And walking across the street is now a poem
& there is Celtic graffiti from The Way Back Then
Crossing J of make that a Red J and now a bounced
Swoosh of remembrance swimming cap keep z-z-z-nnnnn(l)
Water the ears who hears coffee? all dichter
Perhaps human speech is an animal talk body for brain (?) qqqq,qqq,qq,q
And when the mind enters the hat the bird is quite the proud song gfgfgf
Many more syllables alternate ll and LL depending/note (Welsh lateral “L”)
Where absence lowers flower deeper growing e’er deeper
Roots ah! tendrils reaching up so wettening wet
As blossom push deeperning your lovers’ face completely oszkw
Occupy sex of river automatic payments unforseeable y-y
As the organ gets ground - where the monkey at? pcdhf
Cross legs alphaalpha umlaut t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t sucher traum
And now first nut boing it’s a body of poitreeeee sails (nailzzzzzz)
Far criss canal and deposits the whole gesprachen I’m-a talking
Not what is obvious core burp banality slurp
Goodness the dance dervish washes chuckle lilt
Waxes the spot where Ide wheels round I am in it
Ide wheel Ide Lala Ide instrumental break Ide disincorporate
IdeIdeIdeIdeIdeIdeIde what’s the ide A?
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February142012
More Birthdays for Bern and Bob!
Bern Porter (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bern_Porter) woulda been 100 years old today. I mean is. Here’s what I wrote him some 14 years ago. Happy Valentine’s, Everybody!
More Birthdays for Bern and Bob!
Bern & me, we’s free
Nekkid jaybirds runnin cross sands of poetry
Just Bern & me up a tree
Wonderin who’s the audience to be
We agree — the audience is me
Cept when I’m on — then Bern does the The
Cause we know
Doin the Thing is not the thingie
Watchin it “progress” while internally singing
That’s what the thinging is thinking
“Bern,” I start, when all’s said and all’s done
Back when the Madhattan Project had begun
Why’d ya hafta go and use my nose for the nosecone
It’s sadly simple Bob Let me pick up the nose cone
Bern Porter wordscomefast!
It will last
He’s magic band of poetry
We just make it up so’s yr ears can see
That’s it. Word. Afterword, the crossed-out cursers
The parsimonious pursed-lip, pure-purse, purposefullers
We break ‘em poem free from meaning’s strangulationary
Archisects of love, angels of oversight
Showering sparks under bulbous headlights of Eden
Forever cranking out the messages bleeding
Morse codes of O negative to the ships at sea
Our wolverines, our fractals, our imaginary beings
Dear Bern,
can you
cross goat
with boat?
How our ages now collide — I’ 50, you’re 85
Or 6 I lost count on account of your personal physics
An exercise, a passport, a new A-Bomb where A stands
for Anonymous Archdetriomphetype. Now get in tune, ol Graybird,
Tweet for the Birthday Boy dressed in scarlet.
One old spruce rises like a parade of giant puppets above the coastal shoal
The Young Sap speaks to Old Blue, says, I’m 500 years old
Eat yogurt! Smoke cigars! And Masturbate! sputter sputter
The young arborite being sets itself aflame to protest the learning disorder
So it won’t be passed on, but the needles
fall
like letters to the poem-scorched loam
Finally, to you,
My Pope,
I bow and do the scrapey dance on the last piece of concrete in Maine
It’s been long time, Codger
Your influence rocks the planet off orbit,
Makes the sphere a pear
I don’t mind you on my back, Ol Snaggletooth
Your books provide adequate protection against the elements
No more no way no q’est-ce que c’est
As you turn blue I tell em he’s experimentiungsten with a radium hue
Outta the way outta the way
Bern Porter’s coming through,
He’s never through
Coming through
Bob Holman
