Friday, September 30, 2005

"And The City Now Has Gone" - Hurricane Katrina Poem For Survivors By the Master Sea-Poet, Pablo Neruda

and for the town of Holly Beach, LA destroyed by Hurricane Rita.
Posted by David in an Eclectic Refrigerator

How the clock moves on, relentlessly,
with such assurance that it eats the years.
The days are small and transitory grapes,
the months grow faded, taken out of time.

It fades, it falls away, the moment, fired
by that implacable artillery-
and suddenly, only a year is left to us,
a month, a day, and death turns up in the diary.

No one could ever stop the water's flowing;
nor thought nor love has ever held it back.
It has run on through suns and other beings,
its passing rhythm signifying our death.

Until, in the end, we fall in time, exhausted,
and it takes us, and that's it. Then we are dead,
dragged off with no being left, no life, no darkness,

no dust, no words. That is what it comes to;
and in the city where we'll live no more,
all is left empty, our clothing and our pride.

-Pablo Neruda, trans. Alastair Reid

"A Prayer Band" By Poet Suheir Hammad On Hurricane Katrina From EI

Hurricane Hay(na)ku - "Attics" by LDC


Nights wasting.
Lights trickle. Gurgles!

"New Orleans (No. 1150)" by Hurricane Displaced Poet, John Litzenberg

Monday September 26, 2005
New Orleans (No. 1150)

Dear America:

The day after Katrina passed by New Orleans
and the reporters at the Royal Sonesta Hotel
on Bourbon Street,
in the goddamn sacred French Quarter,
were saying "New Orleans has been spared"
I knew it would come to this.

The day I heard the levees at the river and the lake
had been breeched, leaving New Orleans East
and the Ninth Ward
I knew there would a Convention Center horrowshow,
the elderly and infirm,
the HIV-positive
and countless streams of self-medicated
mentally disturbed
wading through miles of toxic shit
and the garbage from under the streets
of the Quarter.

I knew it would become a race issue
for people outside New Orleans.
People who don't know what it's like
to live in a mixed white black neighborhood
that is also middle class.

People who aren't privileged to understand,
just by driving down three blocks on St. Bernard Avenue, say,
that there are only four kinds of people in this world:
rich people,
poor people,
people pretending to be rich
and people pretending not to be poor.

In other words:
the haves,
the have-nots,
and the have-credits.

What good is sending people back to Covington,
to Metairie, to Harahan ... to the freaking CBD?

Without the Ninth Ward, without the poverty that
birthed jazz, without those
underprivileged, undereducated, underemployed,
underwater souls
who would care about the City that Care Forgot?

The great boot of Louisiana is now a dirty sock.
With it's great expanse of money-making Democratic blue
washed out
and only the tired elastic red left at the top.

I'm tired. And I've lost my home.

And Mayor Nagin,
nothing you can do can bring it back.
'Cause unless it's exactly the same,
it won't be New Orleans.

26 SEP 2005
Posted by John Litzenberg at 09:20 PM

"Unconscious Mutterings #138 On 9/30/05"

  1. Crave:: wit, the
  2. Whole package::: me & you
  3. Roommates:: hitch-hiking through the ganglias.
  4. 5:30:: a.m. a sunset in our eyes,
  5. Lesbian::  lovers left loving
  6. Poignant:: pouts.
  7. Hurtful:: love.
  8. You and I:: not together.
  9. Grateful:: in a winsome trip.
  10. Giggle:: free, Non-Sweetener.
< /ol >:: Oy!

Take your own trip, be subliminal at La Luna Niña.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Good Poem By Jim Behrle - "Beachview"

I ADORE Jim Behrle! The only reason I don't have him on my blogroll is that I'd get too distracted. I click him on your blog. This is actually an excellent poem. I love it. Jim Behrle for Poet Laureate! Jim Behrle for new King Monkey!


Yesterday I would have mentioned that this made me laugh hard and long until full tears came out. It was hilarious. Now, it's not as funny without the pimped-up Fence. Puhleeze, purdy Jim, can we have that one again? We can't have one without the other. Lacks that opening stanza. Congratulations on writing a really good poem. I'm tempted to type it out here, but process is the pimp of the poem, qué no? Check it out. (But he makes taking author's photos hell. Oh, Jim, tell me I'm the quetzal!)

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Coming Soon - Links to Best Hurricane Katrina Poems

Meanwhile, check sidebar under I Hate Hurricanes! links by lynx. See my poem, "A Blue Wake For New Orleans" now posted at the Poets Who Support Survivors site for poets who contribute to the relief effort. It will soon be appearing in the anthology, Poets for Katrina Survivors. And, scroll down for the latest John Litzenberg poem I've been meaning to post here were it not for blogdowns this week in the general server. And if you get a wipe out, just try refreshing your page or clearing the cache. But, still, it's kind of a drag. I gotta go buy my kid a PSP & a DS for his birthday at sunup. See ya! ~ LD in full surfer mode.

TACK IT UP! TACK IT UP! - 'OooOooOoo/ You Don't Know What I Got!

"Gotta be cool now./ Power-shift here we go!"

"My pressure plate's burning/ And the sheaths' too much"

"Now the 413/ He's starting to spin. //
He's part of family legend/ But it's understood/ I got a full-injected engine/ Sittin' under my hood...".


"It happened on the strip/ Where the road is wide..."
Decling numbers/ And uneven rate/ At the count of one/
We both accelerate!"

Sorry, sometimes I just gotta sing. I think it's doctor's orders. I've been listening to this song all day. It helps me write. Sometimes, you just zone it out, after you've heard it a few hundred times. Then the "rearranging" of "molecules" begins. I got the idea for another Hurricane Katrina poem entitled "They Hang On" that I'm trying to work on. Different, that, then the gifts of poems that just come to you. This one's loving labor.

And, to tell you that you have two days left to donate to DIRECT HURRICANE KATRINA/ Rita relief for homeless and displaced survivors from New Orleans set up by the Melinda and Brian Wilson Fund. (What, you didn't know I was a Beach Girl? Heck, my cousins invented surfing as we know it. It's a little known fact that surfing was invented by Chicanos in Santa Barbara at least 60 years ago when there was a diverse community of Filipino/Pilipino/Tagalog speaking peoples there who worked in the sugar industry in Hawaii. Hawaii? California natives? poverty? big waves? .... Anyway, I'm the Original California Girl, I always knew the Beach Boys were singing to me in Surfer Girl. But, surf? Heck no! I'm a Beachcomber. I collect drift. I'm with Brian Wilson, I'm afraiddaduh ocean. That's why, I HATE HURRICANES! And planning to conduct extensive archival research in New Orleans/ Algiers, but I put it off through the years, and during hurricane season. My heart, like Brian's and yours, breaks for New Orleans and the people of the Gulf region. We are all "Missing New Orleans" and we all want to help. So, while researching for a fundraiser coming up in Boulder, and monitoring the news of Rita approaching the Gulf all night/s, I came across this fan site, Brian's actual website. Like me (I notice that none of the other chingón's or chingona's allow comments on their blogs, beside Luis Urrea, who's never there), Brian - who IS NOT like me, reads and answers comments on his fan board, time permitting, of course. So, anyway, he challenged a fan who doubted he was "real" to contribute to the work his friend was doing (real boards, real food, real medicine, real elbow-grease, real diapers, and MUSIC right now to those who need it right now) he would call him, personally, at home, to thank him and "answer any questions he might have." Not only that, Brian & Melinda will MATCH ANY DONATIONS! Got a local school? Friends in high places. Your mother? Whomever has $100+ plus to donate via a paypal account, let them keep a receipt and you get the call. Or, don't. I want him all for me. Brian Wilson is a real poet. Go to and click on messages. Then click the link at the top of the board - not the RED CROSS link, as you have to get the address of Brian's "friend" (ha!) and get a pay pal account verification then send an email to "Jerry's" email account, and Brian calls within a a few hours, or you can arrange an approximate time from 7:00 am-9:30 pm PST, of course. Scroll through messages to find my hokey story (I have to write down what I'm going to say or I just go ballistically aphasic) thanking him for his genius, and accrediting his introspection as an influence. "In my roooooooommm..."

"SHUT IT OFF! SHUT IT OFF, BUDDY!" Now, if that ain't a song of Xicanismo, I don't know what is: "But the 413's really kicking in..." I knew it at age 8. The song cheers me up. And isn't that what it's all about? "Two cool sharks/ standing side-by-side..." And the stomach to dance. Even, hope.

Or, La Profe wouldn't be here now. Hear?

"Now the 413/ He's starting to spin."

First person to guess what song this is from gets a personalized autographed first edition of DRIVE: The First Quartet hand-carried from Wash., DC. (No cheating, researchers. Some things, you just gotta know.)

"Pedal's to the floor...

* addendum: Heck, donate to Belinda and Brian Wilson Fund between now and Oct. 1, know the answer to the question, and *I'll call you* just to to get the scoop on your call from Brian. And to get your address to send you my autographed books, as do that, and I'll throw in a copy of my soon-to-be-rare-and-valuable chapbook: And The Earth Did Not Forget Them. Hmmm, not an inppropriate title. Payday Friday! I CAN'T WAIT! Maybe I'll have the nerve to pitch my Memphis Minnie movie: Pigmeat: The Life & Times of Memphis Minnie. Heck, I actually wrote in another scene where my character, a Chicana & former child farmworker researching Blues in the anthropology department at UC Berkeley in 1973, is a secret Beach Boys/ Brian Wilson fan.

*confession ("Why? Because we like you!"): I had a very romantic weekend starting friday night when I was telling T about Brian's offer. I knew he had Beach Boys or I wouldn't have married him. "No" he says, in answer to "You have Beach Boys, no? You got any Brian Wilson?" Then, at the end, when he sheepishly comes out with "Sounds of Summer" and "Pet Sounds", which I knew he had from snooping on his shelves when we were first dating; he says: "I didn't think you liked the Beach Boys!" We came out to each other. Even slow-danced which I had no idea he knew how to do (I don't), but he's a very cool, bluesy Dr. Loco kinda dancer. Hot. cool iPodville, here I come. Tack it up!

  • Brian Wilson dot com
  • Tuesday, September 27, 2005

    "Blogged Out" - Nevermore/ Access Denied/ Refresh Myself Page! ( a waiting hay(na)ku)

    Monday, September 26, 2005

    'National Premiere Reading Of Lorna Dee Cervantes' Long-Awaited New Book Drive: The First Quartet' @ The National Museum of Women In the Arts, Oct. 14

    "Join us for the national premiere reading of Lorna Dee Cervantes’ long-awaited new book Drive: The First Quartet as we kickoff our 2005-2006 Literary Series. Chicana-Chumash poet Cervantes has received two NEA Fellowships, an American Book Award, and a Lila Wallace-Reader’s Digest Fellowship, as well as the Paterson Poetry Prize and the Latino Literature Prize. Her fiercely intelligent verse explores the boundaries between language and experience. Cervantes’ appearance at the museum will be held in conjunction with the exhibition Mónica Castillo: The Painter and the Body. Doors open half an hour before the program and books will be available for purchase after the reading.

    Later this season, return to enjoy lively readings of fiction and poetry followed by discussions, book singings, and receptions as NMWA celebrates the talents of Lisa See, Joyce Carol Oates, Naomi Shihab Nye, and Olympia Vernon.

    RESERVATIONS RECOMMENDED Call 202-783-7370 or email for reservations and more information. General admission is $10 and student tickets are $5. Mention that you are a member of the D.C. Poets Against the War and receive the special NMWA member price, $7. Credit card reservations are taken by phone only. Unpaid reservations will be held until ten minutes before the program. The National Museum of Women in the Arts is located at 1250 New York Ave. N.W., Washington, D.C., two blocks north of Metro Center. Parking is available at Park America, 1100 New York Ave. N.W."
    *Note: $3 off admission offered to members of DC Poets Against the War - Join now!

    After the Flood - Poem by John Litzenberg, Displaced by Hurricane Katrina In New Orleans - 'We lost everything but each other'

    Wednesday September 21, 2005

    After the Flood (No. 1148)

    The things by which we measure our success:
    accumulations from long years of toil,
    the pride of equity in an address,
    and our precious illusions. How soon spoiled,

    in just a moment's passing, are these goods,
    respectability's crush torn away.
    All the great faiths instruct us that we should
    in times like these find hope and not dismay,

    unloosed from the material that binds
    our spirits to mere temporality;
    and praise the soul that in such trial finds
    a hidden good to salve its sanity.

    It's only stuff, I know; and furthermore,
    in recent months I've despaired that its weight
    has been a millstone lain beneath the floor
    that's kept our fate in chains. But as of late,

    I wonder: is it better the veneer
    on these rough boards of ours has been removed,
    and now, left plain and simple, our path clear,
    are we left with a simpler truth to prove?

    I am no refugee, except to those
    who measure by possessions a man's worth,
    and would put beggar's hearts in rich men's clothes
    expecting gold from toxic, poisoned earth.

    I have all that I need: the rest is dross
    that over time accumulates again;
    What good is sorrow spent on such a loss,
    or worry over endless might-have-beens?

    21 SEP 2005
    Posted by John Litzenberg on Sept. 24, 2005, at 11:05 PM


    Sunday, September 25, 2005

    Wash., DC - 500,000 Say, End The War On Iraq!

    Wash., DC, 9/24/05
    More photos
    Thoreau's Journal: 25-Sep-1851

    Some men are excited by the smell of burning powder, but I thought in my dream last night how much saner to be excited by the smell of new bread.

    "Red Eye"

    The wall
    Ends world continues.

    Lorna Dee Cervantes

    "Ten Red Leaves" - Lorna Dee Cervantes Hay(na)ku From David's Foto Blog, Stranded -

    "Red Leaves" posted by dave, April 9, 2005 at 10:52 PM
    (Click to enlarge)
    Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

    Ten Red Leaves

    "Lasting throughout a whole winter season and still clinging to the same branch they turned colour on, the brilliant red leaves listen by the side of the stream to the gurgle of water as it whispers of dreams long gone with the season. Time frozen in step."



    Gone frozen drive.



    Red leaves listen.



    Season lasting.
    Gurgled dream, listening.



    Red leaves.
    Time's frozen step.



    Branch reddening time.



    Listening leaves.
    Colour turned on.



    Brilliant season.
    Time turned on.



    Leaves. Time
    Listens. Red dreams.



    Time, it
    Whispers of dreams.



    step, frozen
    leaves cling. On!

    Sept. 25, 2005 at 2:17 AM  

    Zen - go with the flow (From Stranded)

    Saturday, April 09, 2005
    Zen - go with the flow

    I used to do a lot of canoeing, and I particularly liked to paddle on New England's narrow, fast-moving streams. They are called rock gardens, since they twist and turn among rocks left by glaciers. On these quick-silver streams if you go with the flow you will smash your canoe on a rock or find yourself sideways to the current and be swamped. The current has the power to chew up your canoe, and even to drown you, but if you understand it you can move in harmony with it. You can dance with the current, sliding smoothly around rocks and whipping around into eddies. You can do all this without working terribly hard, but it is nothing at all like "going with the flow." It is an active engagement with natural forces, based on knowing the forces intimately so you can accord with them.

    Passively going with the flow is not the kind of acceptance that zen speaks of. The zen says that what we need to do is to accept what is at this moment, to receive things as they are, with our minds and hearts wide open, in an active engagement with life. And if you should meet a patch of calm water, you can enjoy its gentleness while it lasts, secure in the knowledge that it will soon change.


    posted by dave on April 9, 2005 at 10:59 PM

    Stranded: Lorna Dee's "Water Hay(na)ku" on David's Foto Blog

    Stranded: water
    (click to enlarge pics)
    a solo journey in circles

    Saturday, April 09, 2005

    Creek 10

    Always in motion ever changing the overall flow of the creek maintains a steady stream of water over a rock washing ever in the same spot but with different fresher water every moment. In the abstract blur of white water, moving too fast for the camera shutter to freeze in motion, a face will appear speaking the voice of the river.
    Lorna Dee Cervantes said...


    See. Face it.


    Tiny pine cones trapped aboard a moss surface seeking release to the flow down stream to carry the seeds to fertile ground to grow as guardians to the flow of water.
    Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

    Pine Cone

    Trapped not. Spring.


    Gurgled over a slow eddy in the rush of wetness the stones below the shallow water shape shift in the glancing reflection of sunlight dancing the surface of this quiet bit of the rush.
    Lorna Dee Cervantes said...


    Stones charm
    Underwater. Marbled.


    Like an old rusted wheel the orange sewer drain rests in the ground. Paint peeled and chipped away by time and the creeping of vegetation the etched in steel faded letters spell the source beneath, water.
    Lorna Dee Cervantes said...


    Chipped charcoal
    At water. Grass.

    Circles Pipe

    Cut into half a black circle the blue ringed by red protective covering bolted in place to ensure proper flow.
    Lorna Dee Cervantes said...
    Circles Pipe

    Blue, elegant
    Reclining leave—declining.

    Sept. 25, 2005 at 1:57 AM    
    Red Leaves

    Lasting throughout a whole winter season and still clinging to the same branch they turned colour on, the brilliant red leaves listen by the side of the stream to the gurgle of water as it whispers of dreams long gone with the season. Time frozen in step.

    posted by dave April 9, 2005, at 10:52 PM

    Basho's Poetry

    "Zen - Basho's poetry

    There was once a great Japanese poet named Basho. He was a very bright young man, and as a serious Buddhist he had studied many sutras. He thought that he understood Buddhism. One day he paid a visit to Zen Master Takuan. They talked for a long time. The Master would say something and Basho would respond at length, quoting from the most profound and difficult sutras. Finally, the Master said, "You are a great Buddhist, a great man. You understand everything. But in all the time we have been talking, you have only used the words of the Buddha or of eminent teachers. I do not want to hear other people's words. I want to hear your own words, the words of your true self. Quickly now - give me one sentence of your own."

    Basho was speechless . . . . Suddenly there was a sound in the monastery garden. Basho turned to the Master and said,

    Still pond ...
    a frog jumps in ...
    The splash.

    The Master laughed out loud and said, "Well now! These are the words of your true self!" Basho laughed too. He had attained enlightenment.


    posted by dave, April 20, 2005, at 10:53 PM at Elephant Eyes, a photo blog.

    Sanding Plank: Jennifer Bredl - "there are no more questions/ more / on this / for you"

    "fire / st.ill in my cheeks / more / on this / for you"

    3 Comments - Show Original Post

    Lorna Dee Cervantes said...
    there are no more questions/ more / on this / for you

    certain lee / trees are turn ing / once more
    reds tip leaves / not caring / green is gone

    & this mind / loves the walk ing /
    loves the wound ed / & in down time /
    really / only thinks of stars / whits of lite
    follow the dipper over the mountain / see see / it'll take you
    to dawn / between drags
    of cigarettes / & late nite

    & see / day lee / passion rises / up up / i'm think ing
    how do i get out of town / & what if / just what if

    & i feel / the / a shift coming

    on & round / /& once a gain
    i've bitten / hard / in to
    some thing bitter / /

    & i'ts the hand around my throat i keep
    coming back too / i can't for get / loss of
    breath / glint of tooth / ah a smile / i'd walk
    a million miles to taste that smile a gain

    this very thing that keeps the body going
    mind @ bay / / it's the water / constant lee
    drawn back to the edge of blue / verge

    a bohemian nite cap / when air tastes
    like some thing you can't for get / sugar wine
    salt / i could swear it was clover / / & i have
    hand to hip / finger to bone / a long the line
    of / spine / / it all ways pass es /

    & i am walk ing on / in to / nite time
    a gain / broken a way from yellow
    & orange of / all day / clouds cover

    & i am smell ing sweet soap again / cover ed
    in ash once more / soak ing in water up to my
    chin / try ing to wash / clean

    fire / st.ill in my cheeks

    Sept. 15, 2005 10:15 AM

    Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

    Excuse this trimming & slight reordering (re-framing, like a photo composition, like cropping).

    I just love the poem that is here, Love these bits of passages, theses flares & flashes of language & (what?) heart-call. It's like a favorite flowering anything. Some poems are just not bulbs, self-contained & one only per season. Some bloom profusely the more we cut. Some display best in an arranged bouquet. Some we want just to set and go to seed slowly. You know?

    And, aometimes, as in life, our endings are our beginnings and our beginnings were really the end.

    What do you think of this crop? This is the poem that is "here", that is, present and "working", as I see & "hear" it.

    Starting with trees, after the new title of questions & the address (more / on this / for you), seems to set the content core, these paths & passages, this changing, seasoning we're always doing, and how it, sometimes, drills into our core. And, sets up your main symbolic core: walking (out or in, back or away), this is why I'd suggest reframing, moving those lines:
    & i am walk ing on / in to / nite time
    a gain / broken a way from yellow
    & orange of / all day / clouds cover
    to the end, closing the poem on your strongest move, symbolically, poetically. (Plus I love all day / clouds cover, and how it , then, echoes "clover" visually and aurally. aura / lee

    Then, poem seems to build, up to your apex, that mystery title "fire / st.ill in my cheeks." See, how now it makes more sense as aging (trees turning red), youthful blushing (this is the symbolic core: both negative & positive in multiple connotations), passion, maybe suppressed anger. But, and this is powerful, and why I'd want to reframe it:: unlike trees, treasoned to the seasons, *we* can walk. If we want.

    Nice poem! I love these lines. I hope you don't mind my, what I call, sanding plank. I can't keep my hands off a good poem.


    10:33 AM

    666poetry-finchnot said...

    dear lorna dee

    thank you so much for
    your comments & the cropping /
    a very love lee positive type
    thing for me

    (you have no idea how pleased
    i am / )

    i don't really see my ramblings
    as poems / / it's just me bleed ing
    out my head / / i can't sleep un less i do / / here's my secret

    i never write the title first
    i usually take my last line &
    make it the title / or take
    the last title & riff on it some
    how ///so i guess my ends are
    all ways my beginnings / the circle

    you see so much more in my work
    than i do / but it all makes
    sense as i read your comments

    / you see dear dee / i gave
    up writing poetry long a go

    now i just write / / does that
    make sense ///

    i'm honoured you would take the
    time / interest required

    thank you again lorna



    "Sanding Plank" is probably an old surfer term. I post this (thanx, jenn) for Anthony Robinson, who asked. A sincere poem, this. Good, too.

    23/5 (meme)

    This from An Octopus' Garden

    1. Go to your archives.
    2. Pull up the 23rd post (or its equivalent).
    3. Copy the fifth sentence (or its equivalent)
    4. Post the fifth sentence, along with these instructions on your blog.

    Para nada, para nadie.

    Preservation Hall Jazz Band Reassembles

    Preservation Hall Jazz Band Reassembles

    Preservation Hall Jazz Band---NEW YORK(Sept. 21)
    -John Brunious flew in from
    an evacuation center in Arkansas, wearing donated clothes and carrying a
    borrowed trumpet, his voice shot from swallowing polluted floodwater.

    The 64-year-old leader of the Preservation Hall Jazz Band went straight
    the plane to a Manhattan TV studio for a reunion with the world's
    ambassadors of New Orleans jazz. The musicians could play only one tune
    night. Everyone agreed it should be "Do You Know What It Means to Miss New

    "I was so happy to see that the others were OK, because I knew what I had
    just come from," said Brunious, 64, who was treated for dehydration at an
    Arkansas hospital after enduring days without food and water at the
    New Orleans Convention Center.

    "I was very emotional because I really wanted to sing that song to let the
    world know that we do know what it means to miss New Orleans."

    For more than 40 years, the Preservation Hall musicians have spread their
    infectious, joyful rhythms from African villagers to British royalty, from
    the White House to the former Soviet Union.

    Jazz lovers from around the world have made the pilgrimage to pass through
    Preservation Hall's wrought-iron gates at 726 St. Peter Street. Inside the
    dimly lit hall with no air conditioning, fans sat on benches or cushions
    spread on the rough wooden floor as they listened to pure, unadulterated,
    traditional New Orleans jazz.

    Despite their worldwide renown, the Preservation Hall musicians remain
    deeply rooted in their local neighborhoods, where such legends as Buddy
    Bolden, King Oliver, Jelly Roll Morton and Louis Armstrong created jazz
    nearly a century ago.

    "I think the band is one of the most honest reflections of New Orleans,"
    said bassist Benjamin Jaffe, 34, Preservation Hall's director. "We don't
    live in an ivory tower. We live with our communities and care for our

    "We all feel that we were down and then we got kicked, and that's a
    place to feel right now," he said during an interview at the Manhattan
    office of the distributor for the Preservation Hall Recordings label,
    his staff is working until they can return home.

    Four of the band's eight musicians had their homes destroyed in the
    Three of them â?" Brunious, pianist Rickie Monie and drummer Joseph
    Jr. â?" also lost their prized instruments.

    Preservation Hall itself dates back to a private residence built in 1750,
    when New Orleans was still a French colony. Like most of the French
    the building suffered only minimal damage from Katrina, its stone walls
    thick wooden shutters holding firm against yet another hurricane.

    The band last performed at Preservation Hall on Aug. 27, a Saturday night,
    one day before Katrina hit. They played for about 20 people, one of the
    smallest crowds since the hall was founded by Jaffe's parents in 1961 in a
    former art gallery. The performance ended early so the musicians could get
    out of town.

    Jaffe arranged a car and nurse to evacuate 96-year-old retired banjo
    Narvin Kimball, the last surviving member of the original Preservation
    band. Jaffe fled the day after Katrina struck, leaving his bass behind and
    driving with his wife and two dogs to New York City.

    In the ensuing days, Jaffe desperately tried to track down his fellow
    musicians. It was the first time he could remember that the band â?" most
    whom lived within a few miles of each other â?" had been separated for so

    Most of the group evacuated before the storm struck. The pianist, Monie,
    took refuge with his family for almost a week on the upper floor of an
    office building with their own stock of provisions. But it took almost 10
    days for Jaffe to find Brunious.

    A scion of one of the city's legendary musical families, the lifelong New
    Orleans resident watched from the window of his ground floor apartment on
    Elysian Fields Avenue as the waters surged over his truck and two
    Then the water entered Brunious' home, engulfing his seven trumpets, his
    stereo system, his suits and shirts and ties.

    He retreated upstairs to his landlady's apartment, watching the water
    up the staircase step by step, until some neighbors drove by in a

    "They picked me and some other neighbors up and brought us to this
    Brunious said. "I had nothing besides what I was wearing, my wallet was
    soaking wet, and I had one thong shoe and one bare foot because the other
    shoe came off in the water."

    Brunious ended up at the convention center. He slept on the floor for four
    days, hungry, thirsty and in constant fear of being attacked by marauding

    "I would say that the city, state and national government just turned
    backs on us because we didn't get anything to eat or drink, there was no
    and order, and no plan," Brunious said by telephone from a New Jersey
    that was temporarily housing some of the band.

    After the National Guard arrived, Brunious was bused to Houston, then
    Dallas, and eventually an evacuation center in Conway, Ark. Volunteers
    him some clothes and helped him contact Jaffe. A Little Rock music store
    owner loaned him a trumpet.

    Brunious landed on Sept. 9, in the middle of a BET telethon that included
    Preservation Hall performance at the end. Brunious normally would have
    the lyrics to "New Orleans" (made famous by Louis Armstrong), but a bad
    cough prevented him from performing. He yielded the lyrics to banjo player
    Carl Le Blanc.

    "We're not going to let a hurricane stop our music. This music is too
    important to the musicians and people of New Orleans, and to the people of
    the world," Brunious said. "This music is our treasure and we want to

    Jaffe is now scrambling to prepare for a previously arranged international
    tour that begins in Thailand on Sept. 28 â?" securing new passports,
    outfitting the musicians and replacing missing instruments.

    "I don't know when Preservation Hall will reopen, but all I know is that
    will reopen," Jaffe said.

    "What my real dream is that when we reopen that it will be without fanfare
    and like all the other nights that Preservation Hall has been open.
    then I'll know that New Orleans is back on its feet again, that
    safe, healthy and cared for, and that's when I'll feel like my job is

    Source: By CHARLES J. GANS, Associated Press Writer

    Saturday, September 24, 2005

    "Hey, In this life it's all the postmodern condition"


    Good Vibrations - Original California Girl (Montecito Chumash) Supports Melinda & Brian Wilson Fund: Here's $100 Donation - CALL ME!

    To the sound poet of The Beach Boys, Brian Wilson
    FROM BW.COM Administrator: Important Message from Melinda and Brian

    (posted by Administrator on September 24, 2005)

    Brian, Jerry and I want to thank you all for your massive support. Since yesterday, we have received 3,000.00 worth of donations from all you guys and gals. As you know, this turns in to 6,000.00 since Brian is matching your donations. He wants me to tell you to keep those donations rolling in, and he is enjoying talking with all of you. ****(ORIGINAL MESSAGE AND CHALLENGE) from Brian: I want to personally thank Iowa Jim for his post the other night challenging me to call him. Out of his post came a cool idea that my wife and I want to run by you. Jim challenged me to call him up, because he did not believe that it was me posting. He told me if I did he would make a donation to a charity for me. I didn't think I needed to prove anything other than at times I like to talk with you guys. Anyway, Melinda and I were discussing his post that night at dinner and we came up with a great idea. So here's the cool part. As most of you know Jerry Boyd has been collecting donations for the Hurricane victims who have been left homeless and in shelters. He told us at this point he has collected around $4,000. and many of you have send items too. He is grateful, but we want to make a bigger difference. Here's my challenge, for anyone who sends Jerry a donation of $100.00 or more, I will call you personally and answer a question that you may have, or just say hello or whatever. Also, my wife and I will match the donation. I know that this may not work for all of you, but anything that you can afford will help and I will match it. You can contact Jerry Boyd at and he can tell you how to proceed from there. I hope we can all have some fun with this and raise lots of money. L&M Brian P.S. Melinda is typing this for me and says hi! We will keep this challenge going until Oct. 1 and I am available to call you between 7:00 a.m. and 9:30 p.m. Pacific time."

    "I Hate Hurricanes. I love Brian Wilson! - California Girl (Chumash) Fundraising to Help Displaced NOLA Musicians & Poets

    (posted by Lorna Dee Cervantes on September 24, 2005) (sometime around 5:20 am)

    . . . and getting the word out to help kids help kids get MUSIC to displaced kids QUICK. I just judged a poetry contest, which I also donated to, to help raise $400 dollars last week for The Red Cross Hurricane Relief Fund at a group poetry blog,, and donated an additional $100 on Blog for Relief Day (Week, Month. . .). I've also been rounding up poets from the affected creative writing programs, particularly NOLA. Also there is housing available, all levels: temporary to permanent no-down, low-cost just outside of Boulder, Colorado specifically for displaced New Orleans musicians. (As you know, Denver/Boulder has a vibrant music scene — you were here!) The housing is open to anyone displaced, but a local musician with ties to NOLA musicians set it up and so far no one has accepted it as, as you can imagine, these musicians are hard to find. Any Poets? Artists? Buskers? Know of any MUSICIANS who are not likely to be found behind a keyboard that wasn't hooked up to an amp or strings. Friday was the deadline, but I'm sure, in light of recent levee breaches, that deadline will be extended. just in case anyone needs help, or a group would like to rest on solid (dry) granite for a while. There are people & networks here to help. I've been up all night monitoring via NOAA-HC and local NOLA, Gulf media sites. I hate hurricanes and did a lot of connecting indigenous tribes trapped under tons of mud in Oaxacan village after the hurricane hit there south of Acapulco via my computer, little puny modem, language and research skills. I HATE HURRICANES! I think it's because I come from a Pacific tribe. Anyway, it's funny because I had "Good Vibrations" in my head as I will the dissipating and cooling of energies as I watch the live satellite loops. It's a secret compulsion. Childish. But I felt guilty because I didn't do it for Katrina -- too unscientific. Not prayer. An emptying of the mind and entering into it. (True confession.) Anyway, as I've been doing it the hurricane has lowered to a 3 from 5, and NOLA has been hit with a TS instead of a cat 3. Never under-estimate the power of the elements, or the equal power of intent. And Good Vibrations. Yes, Brian, as Carlos says, you rearrange molecules with your compositions. And, now, to click onto the source of the sound, himself. Trippy. See my poem, "A Blue Wake For New Orleans" posted below. Lots of links & info on my blog, as well as Katrina poems and a "I Hate Hurricanes" links section. Just scroll September - late aug. archives. And, I'm sure I'm not the only poet inspired into being by Brian. If you've donated to Hurricane Relief there is a link to Poets Who Support Survivors who are posting poems, and will later be editing a print anthology of the best. Sorry this is so long. I wanted to post this right away. I just found this site tonight while reading Picayune Times. Brilliant idea! I can't find the info to send donation to Jerry. My son is a budding guitarist & digeridoo player (hero SRV) and is having an 11th birthday party Saturday. I'd love to have him get a call between now and then (B-Day Thursday but I get paid on friday, kinda donated out this month.) After playing the repertoire for him, of course. THANK YOU!!! Muchísimas gracias por todo. July 26 is a Global Day of Love & Thanks to Water. A surfer gives this every day, every dawn, every wave — which is we. There ought to be more. ~ To balance. Lorna Dee Cervantes"

    Another Work Week, Another Half A Billion Spent In Iraq Alone

    March on Washington, Sept. 24-26!
    $196,000,000,000 - The Most Expensive Chimpeachment In History!
    Walk To A Protest Near You & Let Them Eat Cake
    Cost of the War in Iraq
    To see more details, click here.

    Jetsam & Flotsam: SHEEESIS!

    not to be opened unless you intend to meditate or practice yoga or take a long walk or hike or swim or yank weeds or hug your kid or play soccer or dance or play Brainbuster or bike to San Francisco; or, if you can write like Seth or Alisa or The World's Smartest Woman. (Sorry, don't want to link you to this.) I can't. I'd spend the rest of my years writing.

    Jetsam & Flotsam: What comes up in the surf.
  • Friday, September 23, 2005

    Live From Houston

    Thanks to Brian Campbell, this link to a blogger hunkered down in Houston, David Leftwich at Eclectic Refrigerator.

    Fotos de Houston - Lizard666 - "Heading Out"

    "But it took people 16 hours to get to Dallas and they have no where to stay."

    More pics of Rita evacuation of Houston from my friend, the excellent young Chicana Photographer, Liz who goes by Lizard666 in Houston. See more of her fotos here. All my heart is with you and yours, and to Leti, Carolina Monsivais, Tacho y familia, La Palabra, UH-CWP, Chitra Divakaruni, Celia, and many, many others. Some of you don't know, but Houston was a second home to me. My son was born there.

    Oh, the children! The terror.

    Rosie's "Them" - Hurricane Relief Now

    photo copyright 2006 by Rosie O'Donnell - r blog

    Help Her help Them.

    Click above to donate.

    Project Katrina - For All Kids - Rosie O'Donnell Puts Her Money Where Her Heart Is: $3,000,000

    "Rosie's For All Kids Foundation was founded 9 years ago by Rosie to help kids around the country, and we're launching a special project called "Project Katrina" to help kids affected by Hurricane Katrina. The Foundation has donated $3 million to this project. You can join Rosie in making a contribution to this project to help the children affected by Hurricane Katrina:

    Rosie and the board have directed that $1 million be spent immediately to meet emergency short-term needs of children and their families; $2 million will be devoted over a longer period to build and rebuild child-related facilities. To support this work with a credit card donation, visit:

    One hundred percent of your donation will go to help these children and their families. In other words, none of of the money you contribute will be used to support our overhead expenses.

    A Foundation team is on its way to Baton Rouge, LA to learn first-hand how we can best provide immediate help. We'll update you about our findings over the next several days.

    On behalf of Rosie and the board, many thanks for your support.


    Sandy Cobden
    Executive Director of the For All Kids Foundation

    P.S. If you work at a non-profit serving children affected by Hurricane Katrina, and you're interested in applying for a grant, visit our website for details:"

    La Locura Cura* - Relief Through Music @ Kimya Dawson 4 Displaced Teens: "i am just imagining having my cat die without listening to sting."


  • GAWD! THIS BREAKS MY HEART. I know you were also a geeky teen (pre-teen!) music freak - probably hard to get stuff, too - and too smart & sensitive for your own good. Help find these kids, now displaced by Rita. And help them help other kids & teen survivors of Katrina. Mp3s, iPods, CDs, tape recorders, old Walkmans (men?), karioki machines, blank sheet music composition paper, whatever, send it to these kids (but check Texas addresses first). Throw in some gel pens & blank books while you're at it. Poetry books. Gloria Velásquez novels. Laptops, server space (can't we get the companies to donate?) Yeah!
    "i can't imagine being a teenager and going through tough times without my music.

    and i am just imagining having my cat die without listening to sting. or being too shy to talk to ed without being able to listen to debbie gibson. or being pissed off about having to clean my room without having a suicidal tendencies cd to throw stuff around to. or driving around aimlessly without the violent femmes. or ending a fight with my brother without blasting metallica.

    imagine losing your home, all of your possessions, and members of your family, some of your friends...and just sitting in a strange place. being told you can't go back AT LEAST for 2 months, but maybe FOREVER.

    it might help a little to put on some headphones and escape.

    so please help in any way you can. feel free to donate money too. this way if sheila and her friends meet anyone with a request for an album they are desperate to own again they can go get them a copy.

    you can send your donations to:

    Sheila Jozami
    11423 Birchwood
    Humble, TX

    Sheila and her friends are volunteering at the Astrodome and will distribute donations to teens relocated there and to other locations in the Houston area.


    Daniel Hyde Schexnaydre
    17120 Hwy 73
    Prairieville, LA

    Daniel is a student at a Baton Rouge high school that has gotten 300 new students in the past week. He will distribute music directly to new students at his school. You can also contact him at about booking house shows.


    Lauren Culwell
    923 W Sycamore #11
    Denton, TX

    Lauren is a good friend of mine who will be distributing donations to teens who have been relocated to the Denton/Dallas area.


    Meagan Day
    131 W. Lynwood
    San Antonio, TX

    Meagan is a 17 year old high school student who will distribute donations to
    teens in shelters in San Antonio.


    Suki-Rose Etter
    4210 N. Saranac Dr.
    Tucson, AZ 87518

    Suki-Rose is an 18 year old in Arizona. Her and her friends will take
    donations to teens in the Tucson Convention Center.


    Miriam Conner
    8101 willet trail
    Austin,TX 78745

    miriam wrote this to me:
    "ok well i am a 16 year old black girl who wants to help out. I am from new
    orleans but i've lived in austin for 14 years my parents own a new orleans
    style restaurant on the east side of austin called Gene's Poboy's i had
    family in new orleans so i know what the New Orleaniens are going through.
    I would hand out the cd players and walkmans to the kids my self down at the
    convention center in austin, texas. i'd get my friends to help me deliver
    and hand out things. i'd get the things from donations from my school and
    any other school i can reach and also from anyone who wants to send things
    to me. i'll accept all. ~~much peace and love~~~Miriam"

    Carmen is willing to have people in Europe ship donations to her in Germany
    and she will put together big packages and pay shipping to the United

    Carmen Gottschall
    Ederstrasse 3
    63303 Dreieich

    Her email address is

    Please bring donations to my September shows in Ireland and the U.K. and
    they will be shipped to The United States by our good friends at LOCAL KID.

    You can take/send you donations to the Brighton and Hove Albion Football
    Club Ticket Office and they will forward it on to the U.S.

    Albion Ticket Office
    5 Queens Road
    BN1 3WA

    for more info:

    Read more at Kimya Dawson - Relief Through Music

    * "The craziness cures."

    Thursday, September 22, 2005

    Bob on B=O=B - A Sincere Shop Talk By Robert Creeley On L=a=n=g=u=a=g=e Poetry, July 9, 1984

    This from the essential Naropa tapes:
  • Robert Creeley Lecture On Language Poetry from The Naropa Archives

  • A must hear for all poets, sincere or surly. Rather than the "New Eclecticism", listening to this again, makes me realize that this is just poetry's way. ". . . not to impose any restraints upon poetry at all."

    Hear! Hear! Good thing to stream on your iPod while out pulling weeds.

    Great audio archives here, click on Naropa Archives for Part Two of lecture, and much, much more. Go, Anne! Poetry On, Allen!

    Wednesday, September 21, 2005

    Happy Birthday, Leonard Cohen!

  • Leonard Cohen Files

  • "And you know that she's half-crazy
    But that's why you want to be there."

    Fotos of Those Left Dancing With Katrina

    Good Poem By Lee Herrick - "A Thousand Saxophones" - After Hurricane Katrina — A Poem for the Living and the Dead

    A Thousand Saxophones

    After Hurricane Katrina — A Poem for the Living and the Dead

    You can live by the water and still die of thirst.
    I said you can live by the water and still die of thirst
    or the worst nightmare come true:
    that body of water taking over the bodies.
    Sometime, tonight, see which echoes most—
    a whisper or a scream. Make it something beautiful,
    like, we will endure or Yes, I love you. Sometime,
    tonight, think of water—how it purifies or terrifies,
    cleanses, gives and takes away—think how fast
    some things can rise—water, fear, the intensity of a prayer.
    Officials in New Orleans said they want to save the living.
    I hope they do. But I hope they can also honor the dead.
    On Bourbon Street, there were over 3,000 musicians employed
    on any given day. Last night, before I fell asleep,
    I imagined what a thousand saxophones
    would sound like if they all played together—
    one thousand saxophones, different songs,
    different tempos, Dixieland, Miles Davis.
    Maybe it would sound like birds or bombs,
    planes or preachers praising the Word
    on a hot Sunday and the congregation saying Amen,
    some people whispering it, some people screaming it.
    Maybe it would sound like lightning tearing
    open the sky or a thousand books slammed shut after
    a horrible conclusion, or a thousand children crying for their
    mothers or fathers. Last night, I thought, how far
    would a thousand saxophones echo from New Orleans or Biloxi?
    Would we hear them in Fresno? Could we imagine the sound?
    Could Baton Rouge? Could Washington D.C.?
    I don’t know what I should tell you.
    But I feel like the saints are marching.
    They are singing a slow, deep, and beautiful song,
    waiting for us to join in.

    Lee Herrick

    # posted by Lee Herrick : 9/21/2005 09:33:00 AM at the Café Café

    Lynx At The Links

    Updated my links. Hot ones now. Some still cookin'.
    Check out my hurricane links.

    like or click Katrina Face
    posted by New Orleans artists, Anthony DiMarco

    Blogged Down 2

    This blog down for many hours last night and this morning. Oh well. My homework for Tibetan Book of Living and Dying is to insist, repeatedly: This is only a dream.

    Tuesday, September 20, 2005

    Blogged Down

    I'm having trouble accessing my blog. I get an "Access Denied On This Server" message. Huh? This is only a test. Has it been down for everyone else?

    Give Us This Day Our Daily Sincerity

    Who Says There Are No Fair Poetry Judges? Stern, Rankine, Reyes - The Best

    That's, Barbara Jane Reyes, AKA William Blake, *winner* of this year's Laughlin award for second book of poetry from THEe Academy of American Poets, ahem, for Poeta en San Francisco. Too cool. That's a great book. Plus, she has the Silliman Seal of Approval, the SSA from another who knows how to pick 'em. Good show. All well-deserved. Read all about it at my favorite Chatelaine poet, Eileen Tabios, who also has a fine interview with her — and gets the scoop. Congratulations, Barbara! You "inspire the hell out of" us, too.

    "Unconscious Mutterings #137 On 9/20/05"

    1. Less filling:: than a pickle,
    2. Glue:: Supreme.
    3. Surprise me:: why don't you?
    4. Model:: Me a T.
    5. Fee::  accepted. Otherwise
    6. Microphone:: me up, Scotty.
    7. Choices:: are only limited
    8. To the bone:: and the utensil.
    9. Run!:: I see it coming!
    10. Appeal:: factor
    11. Number 1.

    catch your own ghost at Luna Niña
    ~ while worrying about a Radical Druid in New Orleans.

    Hurricane Displaced Musicians, Poets - Housing Near Boulder NOW

    A great musician near Boulder, Colorado has a great idea. He has arranged with the city to help New Orleans musicians displaced by Hurricane Katrina and the consequent flood. Free housing, subsidised rent, low low home loans in a great part of the country with a vibrant music scene within an hour of Denver. WE WANT YOUR MUSE! No one has yet taken him up on it, but locating low-income musicians from NOLA may take some doing. These are not likely to be your typical net-heads, or even able to keep up with their long-distance phone bill in the best of times (little sister to anti-pop musician, so I know). If you know of anybody, please let me know and I will pass on his information. The offer is open to other than musicians. Poets? Erin Bertram? Anybody? I believe the offer is extended until this friday only, so act now.

    Carne Humana - Wash., DC - Sept. 24-26

    Carne Humana

    Eat Outside the Box - Join US
    End The War On Iraq!

    They'll Be Glad You Did!
    dolphin survivors of Katrina
    ~ 8 smiling dolphin survivors United For Peace

    Today's Nation: Sharon Sticks It To The 1st Lady

    Today from The World's Smartest Woman, this week's Nation.
    "So many Americans who had felt pride in our country now feel anguish and shame, for the current regime of blood, wounds and fire. I thought of the clean linens at your table, the shining knives and the flames of the candles, and I could not stomach it.


    March on Washington, Sept. 24-26!
    $196,000,000,000 - The Most Expensive Impeachment In History!
    Go To A Protest Near You & Let Them Eat Cake

    Monday, September 19, 2005

    Ernesto Priego's Cities

    had to
    learn to pronounce

    under the
    influence of your

    It was
    all drunken walking,

    love or
    sadness or booze,

    always drunk,
    always surrounded by

    beauty of
    the living and

    dead. Ghosts
    slept with me

    tiny rooms
    surrounded by children,

    your trees
    and your snow

    . . .
    Read the rest and "The Seventh City" at Never Neutral and check out the rest of the suite of stunning poems, each city built out of love and hay(na)ku bricks.

    Sunday, September 18, 2005

    Read My "Poem For Bill, Or, How to Be Comfortable In Your Own Skin"

    What's Your Line? When Did You Know It?

    A line I think of, like a lifeline sometimes, was the one T said early on in our relationship:

    "You're sexy, funny as hell, and a genius. What's not to love?"

    What's yours? Tell us? Your blog or mine? When did you know s/he was the One? What's the nicest thing a significant other ever said to you - that sounded like the truth.

    What I love about T's line, is that those things only get better with age. ;-) Yup, got himself a little wifey with that line.

    It makes me feel better when I'm alone and it's dark in the world.

    Share the Love - Tell Us Your Story

    a comment yesterday at a Lit Window Pane
    "At 1:02 PM, Rebecca Loudon said...

    No, no, darling Suzanne, we must keep writing about babies and attics and poems and gardens and the way the air feels right before a storm because the job of the living is to keep living, is to continue. We all ache, we all ache so deeply but it is our job to continue, to breathe life into what is around us, to see beauty everywhere, to love."

    And, right before Katrina hit, Sherman, uh, Stuart in A World, A Letter was telling us about how he and Dara met, a sweet story involving dorks & wise girls. He promised to tell us about AP english. I'm sure he probably feels it seems silly in light of more serious concerns right now. But, no. YES, Stuart, please tell us. You have no idea how comforting it was to read your little story of true love in the midst of so many stories of neglect and destruction from Katrina. Please, all, tell us your true love tale: tell us how you met. Lull us with lengthy lines about cleaving, or short to-the-point synopses of stories you tell each other over and over. We need to hear them. We need to tell them. Besides, poets are nosy.
    Next: We play, "Tell me your line."

    Canto y el grito de mi liberacion - Mi casa es. . .

    . . . mi revolución, la cocina es el mundo, el mundo son los corazones quebrados y el corazon la hambre. ¡Ajúa! ¡Qué viva El Grito de Dolores! Every day is Independence Day!

    Friday, September 16, 2005

    Poem On Hurricane Katrina/ Hurricane Katrina Poems

    Would the person from in Jackson, Mississippi, searching for hurricane Katrina poems (or, the person from k-12 from Pensacola, Florida searching for a poem on hurricane Katrina) please come back. I would love to assist, in any way I can, in bringing good poetry to the children of Mississippi, and, if possible, poets, especially to the hurricane-struck children of the land. Please scroll down to my poem to New Orleans, in a 300-year old form, the villanelle, called "A Blue Wake For New Orleans" (click on title to go to poem) and is dedicated to guitarist/composer, Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown, who escaped the flood which destroyed his house and all his possessions, including his instruments, and fled to Austin only to die of a heart-attack or stroke Saturday, September 10. I was worrying about his health & whereabouts when I found the link to the villanelle form — a form I view as a tight container, an urn, for holding deep, complicated but simple, emotions, layered emotions such as deep grief brings. I knew I found the right "canning jar" to hold what I felt, the almost nothing feeling; and — to feel again — thought of Gatemouth and how utterly sad it must have been to see all your cities drowning, personal and private. But that sadness, feeling that, makes us go on. It helps. Our ceremonies, however small, however private or public, heal.

    This poem, and others, is posted at — I would be willing to help anyone find good poems among the rubble; particularly those suited for children, as I was hoping mine would be. There's a great one down below, by Anthony Robinson entitled "Blueprint". Poet-bloggers may also leave comments with good suggestions, links to good poems, and maybe their own, for you to find. I hope so.

    Thank You for thinking of poetry.

    15 DAYS — FIND THEM!

    Thursday, September 15, 2005

    Good Poem By Anthony Robinson - "Blueprint"

    Thursday, September 15, 2005
    Today Poem


    I am building a small functional heart

    from all the towns in my country

    from the country I used to inhabit

    from the birds in that country &

    the rodents the young couple

    from New Orleans like to eat we

    are stretching this line because we

    believe in monuments & swaths

    of grey because we believe in our

    powers so that the small nervous

    system we built to go with the heart

    will fit inside the chests & skulls

    of each of us

    this is our wish our aspiration

    our wide collective breath

    posted by Tony at 2:53 PM

    Caught Something From the Net: The Screaming Memes 5x7

    Seven Things I Want To Do Before I Die:

    1. Save the world with CHAYA!
    2. learn to play the saxophone after age 60 (to rejuvenate my synapses)
    3. perform with my brother's band & be the poet quartet to a jazz trio (yeah)
    4. write a novel
    5. see my movie, Pigmeat: The Life and Times of Memphis Minnie, up on the screen produced by Oprah
    6. reconnect with Kelly Jo Dougall
    7. do it

    Seven Things I Can Do:

    1. introduce the world to chaya!
    2. cook! gourmet to crosscultural hobo cuisine
    3. get a perfect score at Brainbuster (defunct egghead trivia)
    4. judge good poetry
    5. conjour all kinds of lusty answers to that one
    6. and do it every day
    7. every job there is to do in a print shop

    Seven Things I Cannot Do:

    1. tell a lie
    2. whistle like my granma
    3. remember anything much less a poem
    4. drive
    5. speak to the dead
    6. watch Extreme Makeover - Home Edition without going through 6 tissues
    7. go to the movies by myself

    Seven Things That Attract Me

    1. good mind
    2. good character
    3. gentleness (SHY!)
    4. makes me feel like I was born to make him laugh
    5. PONYTAIL!!!!!
    6. brainy ectomorphs sexually attracted to me with all of the above
    7. Purely Prurient: highly sexed guys who look like this
    (that last was for Eduardo) (yeah, sure - see 7.3.1.)

    Seven Celebrity Crushes:

    1. Sherman!!!!!!
    2. Michael Moore (I hope I never meet him)
    3. Edward James Olmos in a ponytail
    4. Lou Diamond Phillps in a ponytail
    5. anyone raptine: eaglet looking Jerzy Kozinsky if he was living
    6. that dark-haired lawyer guy on OC with the eyebrows (see #5: raptine)
    7. Johnny Depp in a ponytail

    confessional: extra bonus points
    Woody Allen from age 15 until he went for an age 15er

    (see 7.4.7. again just for the halibut) (see 7.1.7., 7.2.5., 7.2.6, 7.7.6.)
    ha men

    Help NOLA Poet - John Litzenberg Flooded-Out - "We've lost everything except each other"

    Poet & Radical Druid may need our help. He recently moved to New Orleans, was able to evacuate, but his house is under water and he may have lost everything — whatever that might be for a countercutural poet: a life's worth of work — after life, priceless.

    California Plannin': James Dickey On Yesterday's Franklin Planner

    "I feel very happy to see the sun come up every day.
    I feel happy to be around. . . . I like to take this
    day — any day — and go to town with it."

    ~ James Dickey
    "Monthly focus: Productivity.
    You reap what you sow. Are your efforts bringing forth the desired results?"

    I'd Love To Get Involved With 826 Valencia

    Hey, I was born around the corner from there. I may have bought bubble gum from that store front. Besides, writing workshops for youth co-founded by David Eggers — how cool is that?. Gotta say, if I ever filled out one of those memes about last book I read that I loved (that wasn't poetry or about poetry) I'd have to say, "That unbearable tale. . .". Support good writing; nurture talent; free poetry — 826 Valencia: here.

    Call the Californicator! And, TRY THE CHAYA

    This c/o LisaBlog, my favorite blog for Muse & Mischief, the kinda stuff you don't find at the mall. But when you're at the mall, yes, get a juicer. And, Lisa, Peeps, and Co., do TRY THE CHAYA in your juicer. One a day keeps the cancer away, and that ain't no Mayan myth. Good in scrambled eggs, too. And pizza! Great baby food. Over 400% calcium per ounce. My kid, at 10, is a giant. At 10, I looked like the "I ben sick" cartoon.

    Call Arnold. Tell him no more migrant labor: him.

    Tell him: Buy True American Values: Love Tolerance, The Native Way.

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    Bill Lavender's Account: Out of New Orleans

    For those of you not in higher education, Ron Silliman has posted the entire harrowing account published in the Chronicle of Higher Ed. Bill Lavender is the Director of the Low-Residency CWP in NO. He escaped the flood waters with his partner, Nancy Davis, an English prof. You can read it here.

    Wednesday, September 14, 2005

    "Poem In Praise of the Parallel Pleasures of Whine" Finalist In 'The Summer Pleasure Poetry Contest"

    "The judging quickly deteriorated. Soon, the judges were a-chanting four lines -- immediately beloved at first reading -- from Lorna Dee Cervantes’ entry (“POEM IN PRAISE OF THE PARALLEL PLEASURES OF WHINE”):

    Thrust the tip of your tongue
    into the grape. Give me a date
    and I'll flush you
    up a hogshead of Grigio --"

    Overheard at The Chatelaine Poetics by Eileen Tabios, inventor of the hay(na)ku form, & co-sponsored by The Meritage Press. I was in it for the books. Now, I'll have to buy that list. There are worse things. Besides, I got a poem out of it that I really like a lot. And, besides, it got me a lot of mileage out of my own Model-T. tee hee. You can read the winning poems here. I was bummed out about losing until I saw the list of what good company I was in. And, now I really don't care, as I've read the winning poem and it's really good (for being picked by "a bunch of drunks" -- no Floetry, here.) And, I have a new favorite poet to explore, Joanne Fuhrman. Leave it to Hanging Loose, one my favorite presses, to publish a winner. Look for another winning poet from them, a first book by my former student, Mandy Broaddus.

    “Whatever, whatever,” another judge said. “I still think that ‘Parallel Whine’ poem the best…besides, this Lorna Dee Cervantes comes off as a lusty woman and I like my women like I like my wine: lusty!”

    Yeah! Somebody scratch that beard . . .

    And, here's the poem. Now, any good guesses as to how I might go about trying to sell it to the winery?

    By Lorna Dee Cervantes

    Whiney pleasures
    take no measure
    of Time's forest -- that
    shred of do-this,
    do-that-well and
    on time. This time
    take it to a sip,
    savor the rim of
    the glass, the last
    molecule exploding
    on the tongue. Do me
    these winey pleasures,
    tokes of Tokay, riches
    of richness in the silk
    cloth of aging -- exquisitely --
    the soft bites of autumn,
    the sirens of summer
    simmering sweetly on the side
    of somewhere else. Go outside.
    Take a drink. Glide me
    in your huddle. Dissolve
    me in invisible tannins, musky
    aperitifs, wry wisps of oak
    still clinging to the cask.
    Take it in. Sweetly. Dryly
    slide another mile
    onto the odometer -- drive
    away what drives joy
    from the empty mouth.
    Take this! Little Os
    of bubbles pleasuring up
    the shaft, the glass
    going crystal, the blush
    Rosé of cleaving. First time
    explosions ridiculing the meal,
    sublime cherries chiding
    from the choir's zymurgy.
    Do me like that -- over long time
    and long time over. Do me
    in the crush, the bust --
    the declothing of the fruit --
    the finishing expulsion.
    Skim the form of old
    lovers from my memory.
    Marry me to your Merlot.
    Teeth me in the taste of a
    transcendent '00 Trentino.
    Snuggle me in your '99 Napa
    Sauvignon. Pull out your old
    vin Zin -- Folie å Deux! And
    wish me off with a honeymoon
    of honey mead to my late
    dessert Last Harvest stick.

    List me on your label.
    (A little-known Negrette.)
    Covet me in the cellar
    of your sensual dreaming. I'm lucid
    as a 2002 Los Carneros Chardonnay,
    piquant and racy as a sparkling Pinot
    Noir. You and I, a Rotari Blanc de Noir.
    Thrust the tip of your tongue
    into the grape. Give me a date
    and I'll flush you
    up a hogshead of Grigio --
    La Tunella, the apple
    I keep inside -- for you, my
    mineral note, my tongue-curling
    Casanova: Brunello Di Mantalcino
    to my barrell-aged Chardonnay.

    And, afterwards, we'll toast
    and drop. And rise, dry
    and sec with a floral aroma,
    musk-driven, blood-rushed
    as a '70 Vega Sicilia: Unico,
    beautiful Signore, cedar and
    spice to cleanse and clear,
    tobacco and the smudge
    of complex leather: a lusty Mt.
    Veeder Pinot Noir. Concentrated.
    Seductive. A long, long finish.

    "List me on your label.
    (A little-known Negrette.)"
    ~ my favorite lines

    'For God's Sake, Shut Up And Send Us Somebody!' - Mark Fiore's Mardi Gras of Disaster

    Mark Fiore's "Whoopsi Gras: The Carnival of Ineptitude care of The World's Smartest Woman en una Hermanastra Lejana.
    And, if after that cartoon you find you need a laugh, check out Foamy's Hurricane Report by Ill Will Press & brought to you via The World's Smartest Astrologer, Kramer Wetzell at Xenon, his ten year old blog and one of the first I ever read daily.
    *Caution: DO NOT OPEN AT WORK unless you have headphones. Foamy is a squirrel made rabid by human doings. Makes my 10-year old laugh. Me, too. "Get off your F***** ***** ******* ****** A******s and help!"

    Then get yourself an astro report, see what last month's saturn jog has in store for you for cheaper than a good meal in a restaurant. Me? I'm all for mind over matter. And, never underestimate the power of the elements. I use the astro-casts to chart my work habits, uh, and snag a snag. Never underestimate the power of positive good thunkin.

    Now, do it. Whatever it is. You have nothing to lose but depression.

    "You Have A Legal And Spiritual Right To Pursue Happiness"

    Ana Castillo blog's her own.

    What Me? Nocturnal Assassinator?

    "People Should Pray With Their Eyes Open" — E. Ethelbert Miller

    "Out of all of this, love endures, and we must continue to love our neighbor as well as the stranger, who knocks on the door asking for shelter from the storm."

    ~ E Ethelbert Miller at E-Notes, a great blog by a great poet. Good observations, good info.; like how the NO Main Library came out unscathed, main archives, city & parish records for 19th-20th century dry and safe, despite being down in the basement 18 feet below sea level. Main librarian says, "Now I do believe in miracles."

    Good news for me. I was planning a long-delayed trip to NO this winter on my sabbatical to research Memphis Minnie (raised in Algiers, also dry, schooled there until race riots burned them out and burned the system of public schools there around 1906). Good news for blues, jazz scholars, in general.

    Monday, September 12, 2005

    "A Blue Wake For New Orleans" (villanelle)

    A Blue Wake For New Orleans

    ~ dirge villanelle in september
    (~ for Gatemouth Brown)

    There was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo
    'Til a wicked wind laid waste —
    A nothing sound in a city's soul, and a nothing you can do.

    There was a windy will and a blue horn — you,
    A single name that was left in haste.
    There was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo.

    There is a wailing city, a water high, and you,
    Left amid the residues up to your waist —
    A nothing sound in a city's soul, and a nothing you can do.

    There was a loving city in a blue hoodoo
    Through a hard-knocks school, a river's waste.
    There was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo.

    A full moon hue, a relation to dew
    Jeweling on a spider's bed — so chaste,
    A nothing sound in a city's soul, and a nothing you can do.

    There is a silent city, a blue shirt crew,
    The yellow vest of savior, waits.
    There was a rhyming city on a blue bayoo:
    A nothing sound in a city's soul: and a nothing you can do.

    Lorna Dee Cervantes

    "Two Triolets For The New World Order"

    Thanks to Peter Pereira for this link to the triolet, a poetic form I was once told I was by one of those tests that also inform me I am a "Pure Nerd" and the story of my life would have to be filmed by Ingmar Bergman with a half-cost budget. Sigh. What we think we don't know...

    Triolet For The New World Order

    We had a little Monkey King
    Who gave away our fortune
    To the rich — He had this little thing!
    We had a little Monkey King
    Who had not wit, nor charm, but a ring
    From a dynasty, a fine university: a cartoon!
    We had a little Monkey King
    Who gave away our fortune.


    Song For The Survivors To Sing In The Boats

    ~ a triolet for tragedy

    We are our most human, and
    Most willing in an inhumane sky,
    Ordering in a new man — grand!
    We are our most human, and
    Civ, vile to a view. Man, land
    In a sky-filled junk heap, try!
    We are our most human, and
    most willing in an inhumane sky.


    From Emplumada (U of Pitt)! YEA! Just in time for my son's b-day party. Can you spell psp & ps3? Green Day, here we come...

    "Unconscious Mutterings #136 On 9/12/05"

    1. Related:: to a dream,
    2. Soothing:: the humpback
    3. Flashback:: in a rich
    4. Turmoil:: Incense
    5. Immense::  situation.
    6. Guitar:: gal Minnie, no
    7. Nonsense:: to a T.
    8. Blame:: no one.
    9. Childlike:: and ardorous,
    10. Duff:: in the buff.
    < /ol >:: Buffalo?:: Olé!

    rev your own re-evolution at Luna Niña's Unconscious Mutterings
    (I just try & make them into instant unconscious poems)

    This Blog Operating On Pure Nerd Power

    78 % Nerd, 34% Geek, 26% Dork

    Pure Nerd

    For The Record:

    A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.

    A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.

    A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.

    You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd

    The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer. Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.


    Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST

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    You scored higher than 61%
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    You scored higher than 38%
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    Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test written by donathos on Ok Cupid

    I knew dat.
    ¿Y tú? You're readin' it. (thanks)

    Saturday, September 10, 2005

    "Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet" —hay(na)ku experiment by L. D. Cervantes

    Hey all,

    I just finished my abecedarian hay(na)ku suite. I don't know how long I'll leave them up there. You can print them up and make your own dam book, that is, a backed up river of a long poem into some kind of reservoir: a meditation on (what else?) love, and consequent consequences. Each letter is a character which represents something; there are clues scattered throughout as they were revealed to me. Kinda like weegee board poetry, the Spirits spelling it out for me as I tell, telling me their poems.

    Hey, it's late.

    If you print them out, you could use my Amazon pay system to throw me a few bucks, as did Eduardo Corral (thanks!) which enabled me to buy the cartridge to print them out for myself; or, send me your book. Yeah.

    This suite will most likely appear in my new book, now nearly complete, entitled Una poca de gracia/ Bit of Grace, poemas y antipoemas de amor.

    Buen provecho!

    ~ Lorna Dee Cervantes
    Abecedarian Hay(na)ku Experiment:
  • "Towards A: New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "B Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "C-ing Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet to D"

  • "Towards E's New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards An Effin' New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards, G, A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards H's New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards the Alpha bet's New Beginning of I"

  • "Towards J's New Beginning of the Alpha bet Towards D"

  • "O', 'K Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards L: A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards M's Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "N' Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "O, Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet!"

  • "Towards P, A New, Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "The Q — Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "R U Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet?"

  • "S According To A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet To A T"

  • "Towards U, A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "V! Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards W — A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards X Beginning, Anew, the Alpha bet"

  • "Y Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet?"

  • "Towards Z New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • * It was one-a-day, folks! August 15 - September 9, 2005.
    more hay(na)ku at Eileen Tabio's, inventor of hay(na)ku form (1/2/3 word tercets) & at Didi Menéndez' group blog, Café Café. Go there to read my comments to Pris regarding this suite.

    "Unconscious Mutterings #135 On 9/10/05"

    1. Julie:: I hardly knew you,
    2. Emotional:: to a squat,
    3. Head of household:: holding head in a house.
    4. Diva:: to the Nth degree,
    5. Devastation:: in a teacup,
    6. Business or pleasure:: attire, a tired
    7. Crown:: glimmering glitter —
    8. Eastern:: falling light
    9. Buzzed:: forever.
    10. Officer:: arrest me
    11. < /ol >:: O, love!

    gun your own engine at Luna Niña's Unconscious Mutterings
    (I just try & make them into instant unconscious poems)

    My Life By Ingmar Bergman

    Ingmar Bergman

    Your film will be 64% romantic, 18% comedy, 48% complex plot, and a $ 41 million budget.
    Your life will be portrayed on film as an intense psychological drama, likely with some actresses screaming at the camera (Persona), or maybe a pleasant chess game between the Grim Reaper and a Crusader (The Seventh Seal). This Swedish director's films are intensely scrutinzed and studied in colleges all over the world to this day. This means that most Americans still don't understand his films! Still alive, he released in the U.S. in 2005 his first film in 23 years (Saraband), and he can still take on one more project to make your film biography. If curious, start with his films Wild Strawberries and Smiles of a Summer Night.

    My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender

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    You scored higher than 90%
    on action-romance

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    You scored higher than 0%
    on humor

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    You scored higher than 72%
    on complexity

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    You scored higher than 45%
    on budget

    Link: The Director Who Films Your Life Test written by bingomosquito on OkCupid Free Online Dating

    I knew dat.

    Friday, September 09, 2005

    "Towards Z New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

    (***) (for Z)

    becomes cashless.
    D envisions f*****g.

    heavenly. I
    just know love,

    nada opening
    poetically, questing relations

    T) (U),
    vesting, waiting. X-less,

    zealous able-
    bodied cunts determining

    fashion, going
    home in juiced-up

    loving memory —
    no open parted

    resisting summer's
    taking. U, visionary

    x-wife yawning
    Zzzzs across barren

    dog-day effigies
    flaring green haloes

    jeweled knives:
    latent memories now

    pronouncements quietly
    residing, sensuously tentative,

    victoriously winning
    x-number yards = zero.

    benign, characteristically
    delighted, everyone fairly

    heartened in
    just knit lovely

    now outwardly
    plain. Quite revved.

    trained until
    violence wins: X

    zeta — alpha
    bet chosen. Done.

    ~ Lorna Dee Cervantes
    Abecedarian Hay(na)ku Experiment:
  • "Towards A: New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "B Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "C-ing Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet to D"

  • "Towards E's New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards An Effin' New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards, G, A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards H's New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards the Alpha bet's New Beginning of I"

  • "Towards J's New Beginning of the Alpha bet Towards D"

  • "O', 'K Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards L: A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards M's Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "N' Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "O, Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards P, A New, Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "The Q — Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "R U Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet?"

  • "S According To A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet To A T"

  • "Towards U, A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "V! Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards W — A New Beginning of the Alpha bet"

  • "Towards X Beginning, Anew, the Alpha bet"

  • "Y Towards A New Beginning of the Alpha bet?"

  • * It was one-a-day, folks! August 15 - September 9, 2005.
    more hay(na)ku at Eileen Tabio's, inventor of hay(na)ku form (1/2/3 word tercets) & at Didi Menéndez' group blog, Café Café. Go there to read my comments to Pris regarding this suite.
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