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The Sunday Poet: Bert Stern

Poet Bert Stern

THINGS WHERE THEY SHOULD BE   

  

I’d been sitting by the river all afternoon 

and now the sun was going down and Venus 

shone on the horizon.  I’d been sitting 

to watch how the water swirled into braids 

  

and swirled out again.  I was watching 

a leaf ride the river until, drawn into 

sluggish water near the bank it rested there. 

Evening fell but the full moon made 

the moving water sparkle. 

Quite late a trail took me up the long bank 

and across a rough meadow home. But before 

I climbed the porch steps I stopped and listened 

to distant water and a single owl. 

  

Above me Orion was still in place,   

so I went in to sleep in a room whose floor 

was earth and whose ceiling was moonlight.   

  

All night as I slept, in generous swirls 

the river pursued its intricate dance, as if 

it were still learning.

My Fair Junkie: A Memoir of Getting Dirty and Staying Clean by Amy Dresner

My Fair Junkie: A Memoir of Getting Dirty and Staying Clean 

 by Amy Dresner 

October 2018 

Hachette Books  

Review by Timothy Gager 

  

This is an important book, considering the heavy weight of the opioid crisis in this country. It is important because the story and the author are very real in this struggle. It is important because people need to meet people like Amy to understand alot of this crisis. 

Unlike our President’s attempt to placate the African American population by bringing Kanye West to The White House, there are no popular drug addicts invited to wow the Oval Office. Why? Because what we learn in actual recovery holds the key to fighting this crisis. It’s not less drugs on the street, but rather more sober people in recovery willing to help others. 

Amy Dresner was one of the featured guests at the last Dire Literary Series, October, in Somerville, and she was as real as it gets. Her book, My Fair Junkie: A Memoir of Getting Dirty and Staying Clean, chronicles her struggles with her disease, which included six trips Rehab Hospitals, four psychiatric wards, four suicide attempts, multiple Emergency Room visits, endless rounds therapy, a slew of fired sponsors, and as a cherry, a felony arrest for assault with a deadly weapon. Society doesn’t have much empathy for events such as this. The average citizen (oh, to be average) is not about to rally to battle anything having to do with serious drug and alcohol use and the wreckage in brings. 

But aren’t they? When you read this book, you’re rooting  awfully hard for the author. She tells her story with self-effacing humor, combined with real life terror. It is both frightening and hilarious. She is vulnerable and as some say about alcoholics and addicts when using, an ego-maniac with an inferiority complex. 

The book alternates life before recovery with her court ordered work on The Clean Team (a wonderful double meaning) a street sweeping unit in Los Angeles. The Clean Team, works convicts to beautify the city and to cover the terms of their sentences. While doing this dirty work, Dresner simultaneously was living in a sober house, going to AA meetings, meeting with a sponsor and doing the required work on herself.  Her story reports the importance of what losing everything, and becoming humble really means. These are extremely measurable traits for being and staying clean and sober, according to The Twelve Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous. The book though, isn’t about Alcoholics Anonymous, but rather is about a brave and determined journey of one single individual. It is the kind of book which has already helped so many people, and should be on the reading list for those not in recovery, as well, as those who don’t even have a problem with drug and alcohol use. “The book also helps me stay accountable, I mean, I can’t exactly promote it if I’m skyping into readings from my seventh rehab!” Dresner told me.  

 My Fair Junkie: A Memoir of Getting Dirty and Staying Clean is funny, well written, and entertaining, while offering hope. It presents a person who had no hope left, tried multiple times to get sober, only to fail each time, as a strong person who succeeds triumphantly in the end. 

As someone who knows their way around the rooms of AA, Dresner's book took me from, no, not me, to I totally identify with so much of this, but one doesn't have to have these kind of experiences to enjoy this book. My only criticism of My Fair Junkie  came after meeting Amy Dresner a few weeks ago. She is someone who is successful, talented, and extremely alive, but the book wraps up too quickly to give this justice.  I, for one, would like others to see her the way she lives in the world right now, as a strong woman, and a powerful example to those in recovery. We might never see Amy Dresner invited to The White House, but you can read the book in your own house, and learn, first hand, what this crisis really is about.  

Quit This Job And Become A Poet (Out of spite)by Georgia Park

Quit This Job And Become A Poet (Out of spite)by Georgia Park

October 2018

Free Verse Revolution Publishing

Review by Timothy Gager

There’s something wrong with you if these poems don’t speak to you. If they don’t speak to you it means you are not vulnerable. It means you are uncomfortable when someone is completely honest with you. It means someone sitting next to you on an airplane who is about to tell you the most incredible story you’ve heard in your life and is silenced because you are too busy to listen. Truth is, you are not too busy, but you don’t want to listen to the person next to you in the airplane because you are too busy pretending to read the in-flight magazine. You’re a unlucky sap who flips pages about the Taquerias in Atlanta, that you will never eat or speak about. It’s too bad because you have passed on some real life.

Georgia Park’s poems will speak to you admire people who take social risks. If you think the world’s normal is your normal, and you know that your normal isn’t at all what society says is normal…but basically you don’t give a hoot. If you are that kind of creative, sensitive person, you will love Quit This Job And Become A Poet (Out of spite)

In this book, the poet, Georgia Park does a remarkable thing. Her poems expose the inner-editor she has in her head regarding the risks in life, yet seems to shut down the inner-editor having to do with the poetry. In other words, the work all hangs out. This is a gift that Park has which allows amazing lines or phrases to appear like magic out of nowhere.

I want someone as close as

family

to kiss my eyelids while I’m

sleeping

and make a cross on my chest

even if it’s just my little dog

slobbering

who still smells vaguely of

kimchi

(from the poem Helicopter Tail)

This talent also allows her to stick the closings of her poems like a gymnast ending an outstanding routine. Many of these poems close strongly.

In Quit This Job And Become A Poet (Out of spite), Park writes her truth about being a poet, going to events, making a life of it. While doing this, she is naked within her work, with the attitude of “so what if I’m naked,” which is a necessary attitude and swagger of a poet announcing themselves into the tricky world of poetry and or poetry groups. Again and again, we are treated to these unblinking words, as if, we are forced into a staring contest and we, the reader, will be the one who end up blinking. Yet it is the poet has blinked a few hundred times, but it’s too late, you have already lost the contest, the poet is braver that you are---but as a reader of poetry you are the winner. It is something to admire. In the poem Talk Show Host the reality of no longer working is reflected upon, with humor and desperation.

I am sleeping

far too often

I won’t go out

because I can’t

pay for me

and I can’t feign interest

any longer

unless you’re a

talk show host

or a future

employer

don’t bother

Certainly if Park quit her job to become a poet you certainly understand it---and understand how it can be out of spite. The working world can be such bullshit, but so can the poetry world, which offers other various challenges. The poem, Molotov Cocktail, rings true in this regard:

Molotov Cocktail

I haven’t heard back

from the guy who said

he’d make me famous

except to ask for a blowjob

of epic proportions

which I won’t give

and the texts

keep rolling in

I start to think

it’s not such a bad thing

if no one ever knows

who I am

I’m going to bury

my manuscript

in a garden

and see if I can grow

my own little

Molotov cocktails

it’s better than ending up

in the garbage

with the scrap metal

and home furnishings

of this life

I thought I could live

This book of poetry is a good read, one I enjoyed, and would recommend to poets, readers, and even those who might be stuck working out in the world as dogs being eaten by other dogs.

Spoke 5

Spoke 5

ISBN 978-1-387-9803-8

Boston, MA 2018

Review by Zvi A. Sesling

One of the more fascinating entries in the latest issue of Spoke 5 are the translations of Cuban poet Jorge Olivero Castillo, whose poems are rendered accessible and enjoyable.   There are three translations of one poem, one entitled “Plea”, one titled “Supplication” and a third one called “Supplicant.”  Each translation was done by different writers.

The first, “Pleas,” is translated by P. Scott Cunningham and Oscar Rieveling:

Outside

the rain washing

autumn’s dead leaves

piled on the pavement.

A car trying

to pass in silence down Linnaean Street.

The soft babble of air

hanging in the half-naked trees.

Night’s fists on the glass door

more and more visible.

And me in my apartment

intractable, on my back, determined

to find the word

the poem is asking for

on its knees

It is also translated by Cecilia Weddell in the follows:

Supplication

Outside:

The rain washing

autumn’s dried leaves

piled on the pavement.

A car that attempts

a silent drive down Linnaean Street.

The light murmur of air

spreading through the half-naked trees.

The night’s closed hands on the glass door

more visible every time.

And me in the apartment, unyielding,

flat on my back,

determined to discover the word

begged after by this kneeling

poem.

Daniel Evans Pritchard’s version is again slightly different from the other two:

Outside

piled on the sidewalk

autumn’s withered leaves

are washed by the rain.

A car strains for silence

on its way down Linnaean Street.

The fain murmuring breeze

scatters among half-naked branches.

The collar of night more and more

contracts around the glass.

And I in my apartment

dogged on my knees

begging am determined to extract

from myself the mot juste

Some of the differences are subtle. The first describes autumn’s leaves as “dead” and the second offers that they are “dried” and the third “withered”.  All three versions agree rain washes away the leaves.

Also note in the first translation “A car trying to pass in silence down Linnaean Street.” becomes in the second work, “A car that attempts a silent drive down Linnaean Street.” 

While the third states “A car strains for silence … “. These might be considered slight changes.

                                                                                                          

The Spanish original is “Un automovil que intenta/pasar en silencio por Linnaean Street.”

So the translation which comes closest is Ms. Weddell’s which uses “attempts”  and “silence” both literal takes on “intenta” and “silencio”.

Then we see another difference in the three translations where the first version reads, “The soft babble of air/hanging in the half-naked trees.” The second translator “The light murmur of air/spreading through the half-naked trees.” Finally, ‘The faint murmuring breeze/scatters among half-naked branches.”

Here again the difference is subtle but gives a different meaning  to whether the air was barely moving or was a breeze.

These examples are what makes translations so difficult. Often the reader sees the translator’s poetry, not the original, usually with different meanings.  In the above two versions there are differences, yet the poem remains more or less intact, rather than two considerably different poems. 

Once I did a review of Christian Wiman’s translation of an Osip Mandelstam poem and compared it with a translation of the same poem by W.S. Merwin. For a person who does not read Russian, placed side-by-side they were two completely different poems, albeit they were poems by the translators, and the original was lost forever.

Nonetheless, discovering Jorge Olivero Castillo’s poetry is a genuine pleasure and credit should go to his translators. In fact, Spoke 5 presents fine poetry by Audrey Mardavich, Maggie Dietz, Danielle Legros Georges, Patrick Sylvain, Guy Rotella and others. There are a number of other poets worth reading, as well as George Kalogeris’ commentary on Ben Mazer’s poetry which highlights the poet’s often overlooked talent. 

Danielle Legros Georges was Boston’s second Poet Laureate following the legendary Sam Cornish. In her poem “Bayou” she writes, ‘  “In response to Gwendolyn Knight Lawrence’s painting is:

blue-water-island

slow-moving-stream

red river

slow-moving

trees-as-dark

river-as-blue

dark hanging

dreams

moss-tanning

talking

            trees

breeze silent

            circled

bayou

ground-water

creole

heart-water

talking

            trees

Spoke 5’s more than 300 pages is well worth reading the poetry and commentary on poetics including some 45 pages of letters by Larry Eigner entitled “ Swampscott [MA] to Mexico City: Larry Eigner and El Corno  Letters from Larry Eigner  to El Corno Emplumado (Edited by George Hart).   And finally kudos to Publisher & Editor Kevin Gallagher and Managing Editor Karin van Berkum for putting together this fine publication.

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Zvi A. Sesling