Begon in ‘In. On. Or About the Premises’ (Cape Goliard Press, 1968) van Paul Blackburn. Hoewel Blackburn nooit het Black Mountain College (1933-1957) bezocht wordt hij wel tot de gelijknamige stroming gerekend. Voor Black Mountain dichters is het gedicht een ontdekkingsreis, een middel tot exploratie. De vorm is een organisch uitvloeisel van het schrijfproces en het taalgebruik is vaak informeel, vertrouwelijk.
HET EILAND
Er staan zes kerels aan de bar & er zitten zeven kerels aan tafeltjes nu acht nu negen de zestiende gozer is naar het toilet Matty achter de bar George achterin. Er heerst stilte & er worden 2 gesprekken gevoerd soms 3. Het is 9 maart, half vier ‘s middags
De ventilator in het raam op het oosten maakt het meeste lawaai in deze openbare ruimte of de kat achter me die slaapt in het zonnetje verbleekt tafelblad, gouden fonkeling van bier.
I love Paul Blackburn, but this book was a hit and miss for me. It takes about two seconds to read through them, and some resonate with me more than others. I still enjoyed a lot of them, and they very much reflect the beauty (and also the dullness) of 'the everyday.'
The collection is split into two sections — 'The Ale House Poems' and 'The Bakery Poems'.
As Paul Blackburn fans know, his poetry is very fragmented, and it doesn't work so well for me in this collection. Having said this, my favourite of all time is 'Brooklyn Narcissus' and nothing will ever compare!
The collection did inspire me to write some of my own in a coffee shop, influenced by his particular poetic style, which I'm quite pleased with. I should mention that the pages of this smell divine! Historical and full of dusty emotion. Old in scent, but new in effect.
Some of my fave lines:
Ale House section:
The loudest sound in this public room is the exhaust fan in the east window or the cat at my back asleep there in the sun bleached tabletop, golden shimmer of ale
-The Island
... lovers sleep lightly, their hot life away for a while, their arms, coming out of bar violins, gulls sleep on the waves cry at his back until the door closes. streets wet the summer rain
-On the Rocks
SUMMER CLOUDS / HIGH AND SWIFT AGAINST THE HORIZON or else the snow.
-In Winter
... intention, passive, passion, action CAMERA, yellow filter for bright sunlight, their eyes
glaze. They ignore him
-Poor Dog
Why has life put such a need to talk inside us when there is nobody to talk to?
-Old Question
Bakery section:
Already wet, we turn our back to the northwind, feel the whiskey burn.
-Sunflower Rock
Green & cream the buses, red & cream, the buses. black. beige. red & cream black. beige. red & cream the cars uptown.
-This is not the Same as Sharing Anyone Else's Despair
It is not that it does not happen. It does, and there is no help for it. And there is no end to it, until there is.
-Pre-Lenten Gestures
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