Big week for poetry shows in Asheville

Poetry at The Altamont

Today at 7:00 p.m. Poetry at The Altamont is a NEW monthly series. Hosted by Laura Hope-Gill and Jeff Davis. $5 Cash at the door. The event consists of a full reading by a featured published poet followed by an open mic for new voices and accomplished poets alike.

Open Mic at the Vanuatu Kava Bar

Every Wednesday at 8:30 p.m. Hosted by poet and translator, Caleb Beissert. Poetry, comedy, spoken word and music. This is a poetry open mic, but we welcome all forms of artistic self expression.

Barbie Angell’s Bar Poetry Show & Benefit.

Saturday, February 25, 2012, 8:00 p.m. at Tressa’s Downtown Jazz and Blues. Event features Asheville Poet, Barbie Angell performing her charming, audacious “bar poetry” with special guest Asheville singer/songwriter Chelsea LaBate, known as Ten Cent Poetry. The evening is a benefit performance for Grateful Steps Foundation, a local nonprofit publishing house, bookshop and community space.

Representing nations through poetry

Today, I followed a link to a web site that I rather enjoy — the United Nations of Poetry. Serendipitously I found the link and learned that it presents a catalog of international poets. I noticed, however, that some nations are missing from the list. For example, Germany is not represented. Consider including German language poets Durs Grünbein, Michael Hofmann and Sarah Kirsch. Also notably missing are Polish and Russian poets. Vera Pavlova makes a good addition to the United Nations of Poetry representing Russia. For Poland, Eugeniusz Tkaczszyn-Dycki might make a good contribution. And last, but not least, add Greek poet Dimitris Varos to the list of poetry dignitaries. One thing that is unique to the United Nations of Poetry is the inclusion of poets from America representing the indigenous peoples.

Why is this important? I think C. S. Lewis wrote that literature “irrigates the deserts that our lives.” Along that line of thinking, to know and understand the inner life of a nation or culture is to explore the fertile literature of their poets and writers. Film tends to present caricatures and stereotypes of Germans, Russians and Americans, but literature plumbs the depth of cultural nuances. For example, you might miss the significance of the shamrock and the lily in a film about two brothers in North Ireland. In a novel, the weight of those two images will elucidate the drama between the two siblings, and a reader will come to realize that the tensions between two brothers are often the same between nations.

Juniper Bends Literary Reading

This week the Juniper Bends reading series continues this Friday, February 10th, at 7:00 p.m. at Downtown Books and News. The event features readings by: Kate Zambreno, Katherine Soniat, Jesse Rice-Evans and Adam Jernigan. Visit the Facebook event page for more details. (link)

The Top 3 Poems of 2011

NPR Books published the top three poems of 2011 according to poet Tracy K. Smith. [1] The three poems include:

  1. Laura Kasischke’s “Look,” from Space, in Chains [2]
  2. Rae Armantrout’s “Soft Money,” from Money Shot [3]
  3. and Ross Gay’s “Love, You Got Me Good,” from Bringing the Shovel Down. [4]

I haven’t read any of these poems nor the books from which they originate.

What do I think the top three poems of 2011 should be? Where does one begin to select the top poems of the year? Maybe, what is most memorable? Or has the most enduring image?

I can think of a few books that captured my attention, but there are small number of contemporary American poets that disturb my universe. [5] This may be in part because I have purchased only a few poetry books this year and I have allowed all my favorite literary magazine subscription lapse. And the only poems that really disturb the cosmos of my mind are the poems I endeavored to translate from German and Russian. Due to the obscurity of these poets, I’ll simply offer that the Mountain Xpress’s first annual poetry prize presented a lot of very talented poets to watch in the coming year. [6]

NOTES: [1] Read Tracy K. Smith’s reasons why she selected these three poems as the top three poems of 2011 at NPR Books: Savage Beauty: The Top 3 Poems Of 2011 [2] Read Laura Kasischke’s “Look” [3] Read Rae Armantrout’s “Soft Money” [4] Read Ross Gay’s “Love, You Got Me Good” [5] With apologies to T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” [6] Not that I am biased in any way, but the Mountain Xpress’s 2011 poetry event was most memorable and I look forward to their 2012 event.

‘For Christmas Day’ by Charles Wesley

Hark, how all the welkin rings,
“Glory to the King of kings;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil’d!”

Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
Universal nature say,
“Christ the Lord is born to-day!”

Christ, by highest Heaven ador’d,
Christ, the everlasting Lord:
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb!

Veil’d in flesh, the Godhead see,
Hail th’ incarnate Deity!
Pleas’d as man with men to appear,
Jesus, our Immanuel here!

Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace,
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.

Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.

Come, desire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman’s conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head.

Now display thy saving power,
Ruin’d nature now restore;
Now in mystic union join
Thine to ours, and ours to thine.

Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface,
Stamp thy image in its place.
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.

Let us thee, though lost, regain,
Thee, the life, the inner man:
O, to all thyself impart,
Form’d in each believing heart.

(via Poetry Foundation)

‘Advent’ by Donald Hall

When I see the cradle rocking
What is it that I see?
I see a rood on the hilltop
Of Calvary.

When I hear the cattle lowing
What is it that they say?
They say that shadows feasted
At Tenebrae.

When I know that the grave is empty,
Absence eviscerates me,
And I dwell in a cavernous, constant
Horror vacui.

(via Poetry Foundation)

‘Mosaic of the Nativity (Serbia, Winter 1993)’ by Jane Kenyon

On the domed ceiling God
is thinking:
I made them my joy,
and everything else I created
I made to bless them.
But see what they do!
I know their hearts
and arguments:

“We’re descended from
Cain. Evil is nothing new,
so what does it matter now
if we shell the infirmary,
and the well where the fearful
and rash alike must
come for water?”

God thinks Mary into being.
Suspended at the apogee
of the golden dome,
she curls in a brown pod,
and inside her the mind
of Christ, cloaked in blood,
lodges and begins to grow.

‘The God We Hardly Knew’ by Óscar Romero

No one can celebrate
a genuine Christmas
without being truly poor.
The self-sufficient, the proud,
those who, because they have
everything, look down on others,
those who have no need
even of God- for them there
will be no Christmas.
Only the poor, the hungry,
those who need someone
to come on their behalf,
will have that someone.
That someone is God.
Emmanuel. God-with-us.
Without poverty of spirit
there can be no abundance of God.

‘Into The Darkest Hour’ by Madeleine L’Engle

It was a time like this,
War & tumult of war,
a horror in the air.
Hungry yawned the abyss-
and yet there came the star
and the child most wonderfully there.

It was time like this
of fear & lust for power,
license & greed and blight-
and yet the Prince of bliss
came into the darkest hour
in quiet & silent light.

And in a time like this
how celebrate his birth
when all things fall apart?
Ah! Wonderful it is
with no room on the earth
the stable is our heart.

‘Annunciation’ by Denise Levertov

Denise Levertov

 

‘Hail, space for the uncontained God’
From the Agathistos 
HymnGreece, VIc
We know the scene: the room, variously furnished,
almost always a lectern, a book; always
the tall lily.
Arrived on solemn grandeur of great wings,
the angelic ambassador, standing or hovering,
whom she acknowledges, a guest.

But we are told of meek obedience. No one mentions
courage.
The engendering Spirit
did not enter her without consent.
God waited.

She was free
to accept or to refuse, choice
integral to humanness.

____________________________

Aren’t there annunciations
of one sort or another
in most lives?
Some unwillingly
undertake great destinies,
enact them in sullen pride,
uncomprehending.
More often
those moments
when roads of light and storm
open from darkness in a man or woman,
are turned away from
in dread, in a wave of weakness, in despair
and with relief.
Ordinary lives continue.
God does not smite them.
But the gates close, the pathway vanishes.

______________________________

She had been a child who played, ate, slept
like any other child – but unlike others,
wept only for pity, laughed
in joy not triumph.
Compassion and intelligence
fused in her, indivisible.

Called to a destiny more momentous
than any in all of Time,
she did not quail,
only asked
a simple, ‘How can this be?’
and gravely, courteously,
took to heart the angel’s reply,
perceiving instantly
the astounding ministry she was offered:

to bear in her womb
Infinite weight and lightness; to carry
in hidden, finite inwardness,
nine months of Eternity; to contain
in slender vase of being,
the sum of power –
in narrow flesh,
the sum of light.
Then bring to birth,
push out into air, a Man-child
needing, like any other,
milk and love –

but who was God.

(via chriscorrigan.com)

Advent Calendar

by Rowan Williams

 

He will come like last leaf’s fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud’s folding.

He will come like frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.

He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.

He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.

(via the guardian)

Mighty Mercy

by John Piper

 

Why did He choose a northern maid
From Nazareth, who had to trade
Her Galilee for Judah just
To get Messiah where He must
Be born? A strange and roundabout
Procedure for a God, no doubt,
Who values His efficiency
And rules the world from sea to sea!
Why not a girl from Bethlehem?
Well half the girls in town would stem
From David’s line. And carpenters
Aplenty there could bear the slurs
And gossip on a virgin got
with child, who blushed and said she’d not
Once kissed her man this whole year past.
Why not? Because God’s power is vast,
And in one little virgin birth
His sovereign joy and mighty mirth
In saving us from evil bent
Could never, never rest content.
Instead He turned and set His sight
To spangle Rome with all His might;
And took a girl from Galilee
To magnify His sovereignty.
And made the Roman king conspire
With God, to serve a purpose higher
Than he or any in the realm
Could see—a stroke to overwhelm
A few with faith and cause their heart
To know the truth, at least in part,
That, though God loves efficiency
And rules the world from sea to sea,
He does not go from here to there
By shortest routes to save His fare.
He’d rather start in Galilee,
Then pass a law in Rome, you see,
To get the child down south at length,
And magnify His sovereign strength.
God rules the flukes of history
To see that Micah’s prophecy
Comes true. Why did He choose a maid
From Nazareth? Perhaps she prayed
That endless mercy might abound
And take the longer way around.
The mighty mercy we adore
As we light advent candle four.

(By John Piper. © Desiring God. Website: desiringGod.org)

Advent Poems

Why is it so difficult to find well-written Advent poems? Last year I posted a few poems on the theme of Advent. It was a project that was more challenging than I anticipated. I learned that there is a wealth of seasonal poems including Christmas or winter related themes and populated with snowflakes, elves, reindeer,  snowmen, chestnuts, and other such nostalgia. Also, I discovered many religious poems that are too horrid to post. Maybe ‘horrid’ is too strong of a word, but it did concern me that these religious poems were so badly composed that I almost abandoned the project. Suffice it to say, I did find a few good poems to mark the season of Advent.

If you are of a Christian liturgical or orthodox tradition you already know that Sunday marks the fourth Sunday of Advent. [1] This Sunday I will post an Advent poem a day until Christmas Day. Hope you enjoy the selections, and feel free to add suggestions in the comments section of the blog.

NOTES: [1] November 27 – First Sunday of Advent, December 4 – Second Sunday of Advent, December 11 – Third Sunday of Advent, December 18 – Fourth Sunday of Advent

Poetrio on hiatus until February 2012

Some of you may already know this, but I received an email from Malaprop’s informing that the Poetrio readings will be on hiatus until February 2012. Here’s an excerpt from an email I received:

Here at Malaprop’s, we’ll take a break from Poetrio in December 2011 and in January 2012.  Proximity of holidays and sometimes risky weather often make it difficult for visiting poets and some of you to travel to Poetrio in December and January; but be sure to mark your 2012 calendars for the first Poetrio of the new year: 3:00 p.m. on Sunday afternoon, February 5.

Big night in Asheville for poetry readings

Malaprop's reading for Nov. 11, 2011

Last night Asheville hosted two great poetry readings.

Loretta’s Cafe featured the Flood Reading Series with poets DeWayne Barton, Gyorgyi Voros, and Landon Godfrey.

Malaprop’s featured readings by Evie Shockley and Luke Hankins.

Unfortunately, I missed both readings because I was on the road and didn’t return to my adopted hometown until after the readings. Anyone have a report to how the readings went? Please feel free to offer a review of the readings in the comments.

Tomorrow, Poetrio at Malaprop’s

POETRIO reading/booksigning featuring Tony Abbott, Scott Owens, Katherine Soniat.
Sunday, November 6, 2011, 3:00 p.m.
Malaprop’s Bookstore/Café
55 Haywood Street
Asheville, NC 28801
www.malaprops.com

Friday Poem

At first glance I thought
it was a leaf falling through
an October sky,

but when it spread its
bright wings—I saw it was a
monarch butterfly.

@mxmulder

Brian Sneeden reading at Vanuatu Kava Bar.

Smart phones cannot eat

Typewriters are not smartphones; no autocorrect, no spellcheck, no batteries, completely analog.

Last night at the Kava Bar

Last night at Asheville's Kava Bar
Last night at the open mic at Asheville's Kava Bar

Last night I live blogged the open mic at Vanuatu. Pics and videos of the live blogging session are here.

Caleb reads a Lorca translation at the Kava Bar open mic.

Poetry writing workshop classes begin this week at Montford Books & More

Classes will meet in the lovely sun room on the second floor of the bookstore.

Bring poems you are currently working on or poems you would like to have published in the workshop’s poetry book (to be published at the end of class).

This poetry writing workshop is open to students of all writing levels from high school students on up. Not only will your poems be workshopped, but will be prepared for publication in the workshop’s poetry book anthology. If you don’t feel like your poetry is ready for publication, there will be writing exercises and to help generate new content and editorial assistance in crafting them into the poems that best represent you, the poet.

Classes meet Wednesday afternoons (May 25, June 1, 8, 15, 22, 29) 3 – 5 p.m. at Montford Books & More, 31 Montford Ave., Asheville, NC 28801.

Matthew Mulder has published poetry and prose in national and international journals and magazines including Crab Creek Review, H_NGM_N, The Indie, ISM Quarterly, Southern Cross Review and others. He teaches poetry writing classes at Asheville bookstores and fine arts centers and is presently translating selected works of German poet Rolf Dieter Brinkmann. He is the author of LATE NIGHT WRITING (2004) and editor of TOMORROW WE SWEAT POETRY (2009) and A BODY TURNING (2010). His new poems are anthologized in ROOFTOP POETS (2010).

Writing a poem a day until the end of the world

Over two months of writing a poem a day
The stack of papers represents over two months of writing a poem a day

Since the middle of March I’ve been writing a poem a day. Or to be honest, almost every day. There were a few days I didn’t write a thing. While other days I composed three or four poems. Now I have a stack of near a hundred pages.

While discussing with another poet the routine of writing daily, the other poet lamented of a creative dry spell, lack of inspiration, or nothing to write about. There are a lot of people in that place and they seek to get out of that rut. My upcoming poetry writing workshop assists in that creative crisis by offering a new routine — something to encourage poets to write boldly.

One of the last poems I wrote in April begins: ‘Would you still write / poetry if it meant a death sentence?’ It’s a bold question. Will you have a bold answer?

Dear Oprah, you stole my idea, but I’m not filing charges

National Poetry Month [1] is over. Asheville Wordfest [2] is still echoing throughout the city. And I finally got around to reading O: The Oprah Magazine‘s first poetry issue. O is not a magazine I read, ever. And it is not a magazine I consult for American poetry. All I can say is that Oprah stole my idea.

Back in 2007 I wrote: ‘Why not promote National Poetry Month with appearances by Andi McDowell, Matt Damon, Scarlett Johansson, Sean Connery, Sarah Mclaughlin, Lawrence Fishburne or add [your celebrity/starlet here]. I know, I know, that sounds so like a consumerist. . . . Promote poetry with flashy, sexy people?!? Yeah.’ [3] In spite of all the criticism, I think O magazine pulled off a great opportunity to promote poetry in America using the vernacular of the culture, a fashion show.

First, a word from some of the critics. Gawker’s snarky take on O magazine’s poetry issue [4] points out that Maria Shriver selected ‘poems from athletes, actors, writers, musicians, and poets that no one has ever heard of because most Americans can’t name a single living poet other than Maya Angelou. . . .’ My favorite critic so far opens his article in the Sunday Book Review of The New York Times [5] with:

The signs of the coming apocalypse are many, but none are starker than this Web headline in the April issue of O: The Oprah Magazine: ‘Spring Fashion Modeled by Rising Young Poets.’ Yes. Spring fashion. Modeled. By rising young poets. There follows a photomontage of attractive younger women. . . in outfits costing $472 to $5,003.

Um, for the record, my author photo shoot did not require a $995 jacket [6] Truth be told, it costs $20 and I found it in the clearance aisle at a discount store in Nashville. Then again, I’m not a young attractive female poet. But I must admit, ‘Spring Fashion Modeled by Rising Young Poets’ is a great marketing move to push poetry into the mainstream American culture. The New Yorker [7] reports:

Rachel Eliza Griffiths. . . [said] that someone contacted her in December about modelling. The day of the shoot she was informed she’d be photographed as ‘the Romantic poet.’ Her photograph shows her on a bed of sand with a large paint brush, pretending to paint the letters of her poem on an enormous wall.

Ironically, O features Maria Shriver’s interview with Mary Oliver, stating:

Oliver says that when she was very young and had decided to become a poet, she made a list of items she would never have: a house, a good car, fancy clothes. Unfortunately, Oliver was not featured in a fancy photo shoot and did not have the opportunity to wear fancy clothes. . . .

The highlight of O, for me, is the Mary Oliver interview. [8] I especially enjoy Mary Oliver’s response to the question, what does it mean to be a poet? ‘I consider myself kind of a reporter. . .’ says Mary Oliver. ‘I never think of myself as a poet. . .’

Though I offered the idea in 2007 to promote poetry with flashy, sexy people, I would never have the budget to pull of a spring fashion photo shoot as a way to introduce poetry to the ‘golden palace of mass culture.’ Nor would I have the opportunity to meet and interview Mary Oliver.

But allow me to offer something that professional opinionators and journalists may have overlooked. Mike Tyson, [9] Ashton Kutcher [10] and Dan Rather [11] were introduced to poetry at a young age by people who they admired and respected. In Mr. Kutcher’s case, it was a poem his father wrote. To my knowledge, Larry M. Kutcher has never published his poetry. But that doesn’t matter to his son, Ashton Kutcher. For me, that’s the legacy of poetry. It’s not a spring fashion ‘photomontage’ in a flashy mainstream magazine. It’s not the academic snobbery of ‘Important Literary Folks.’ The legacy of poetry is a poem a father shares with his son. Or a mentor encouraging a young boxer with a couple lines of verse that advise to ‘stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit.’ This is what will promote poetry in America: fathers, mothers, and mentors sharing poetry with young readers.

NOTES: [1] National Poetry Month [2] Asheville Wordfest [3] How to Promote National Poetry Month [4] Are You Ready for Demi Moore’s Poetry? [5] Oprah Magazine’s Adventures in Poetry David Orr’s disclaimer: ‘First, only a snob or an idiot complains when the magic wand of Oprah is flourished in his direction. . . . Second, O has been running an intelligent and professional book section under the direction of the former Publishers Weekly editor Sara Nelson for some time now, using excellent critics like Francine Prose. . . . Finally, it’s all too easy for Important Literary Folk to sneer at anything involving fashion.’ He continues: ‘And yet. ‘Spring Fashion Modeled by Rising Young Poets.’ The words are heart-sinking. For some readers, this will be because poetry represents a higher form of culture that can only be debased by the commentary of Oprah Winfrey and the pencil skirts of L’Wren Scott.’ And Mr. Orr concludes: ‘But that’s precisely the trouble: for an overwhelming majority of the culture, almost every poem has an inscrutable ending, even the ones that aren’t actually inscrutable. . . . All poets and their readers can do is stare half-longingly, half-fearfully across that great divide at the golden palace of mass culture. . . and sigh.’ [6] Fashion Extremes: Celebrate Your Unique Style [7] O Magazine’s First-Ever Poetry Issue [8] Maria Shriver Interviews the Famously Private Poet Mary Oliver[9] 24 All-Star Readers on the Words That Rock Their Worlds: Mike Tyson [10] 24 All-Star Readers on the Words That Rock Their Worlds: Ashton Kutcher [11] 24 All-Star Readers on the Words That Rock Their Worlds: Dan Rather